I hired a carpenter to help me restore =
an old farmhouse. After he had just finished a rough first day on =
the job, a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw =
quit, and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start.
While I =
drove him home, he sat in stone 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 hands. When opening the door, he underwent an amazing =
transformation. His tanned 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, 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. Then in the morning I pick them up =
again."
"Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I =
come out in the morning to pick them up, there aren’t nearly as many as =
I remember hanging up the night before."
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Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] www.grif.net =
"Jesus Knows Me, This I =
Love!"