The Trouble Tree

The carpenter a friend hired to help him restore an old farmhouse 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 the friend drove him home, he sat in stony silence.

On arriving, he invited the friend in to meet his family. As they 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. They passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of the friend. He asked him about what he had seen the carpenter 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 on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again.” He paused. “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 before.”

Prayer: Loving God, thank you for accepting my troubles from the tree last night.  Your concern and grace for me is exceptional and not deserved.  You made a better life today for both of us. AMEN