Friday, July 24, 2009

The Trouble Tree

The Trouble Tree

I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after
he had  just  finished a rough first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose
an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton truck
refused to start.

 While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he
invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he
paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both

 When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation. His
face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave
his wife a kiss.

 Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my
curiosity got the better of me.  I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.

 "Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied "I know I can't help
having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles
don't belong in the house with my wife and the children...

So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God

to take care of them. Then in the morning I pick them up again."

 "Funny thing is," he smiled," when I come out in the morning to
pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night






"You can't wrap love in a Box. But you can wrap a person in a Hug. A Hug delights, charms & warms. That is why God gave us Arms"

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