A friend sent this to me and I felt it was worth posting. I don't know who the author is or where it is from.
Peace,
Jim
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 hands.
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 before."
Life Isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.
We all have burdens that we have to bear during the day, work-related or otherwise. But, when we come home....we need to come home....to those whom we've been entrusted to care for by the Father above.
"It isn't that we need to be strong for them, for in our weakness God's strength shines through. It is that we need to be Christ's representative for them to help them learn to give their cares to Him. Whether on a tree built for trouble or a cross that bore those troubles away......."
God blesses us in our struggles, we just have to be looking up to catch them......
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