I got this in my email and I liked it. So I am going to share it.
Author Unknown I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse. His first day onthe job presented him with many challenges: a flat tire caused him to losean hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient truck refused tostart. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invitedme in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he pausedbriefly at a small tree, and touched the tips of the branches with bothhands. As he opened the door, he seemed to undergo an amazing transformation.His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small childrenand gave his wife a kiss. Afterward he walked me to the car. As we passed the tree, my curiositygot the better of me and I asked him about the tree and what I had observedearlier. He responded, "Oh, that's my trouble tree. I know I can't help havingtroubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles don't belongin the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on thetree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then inthe morning I pick them up again." He smiled as he continued, "The funny thing is that when I come out inthe morning to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I rememberhanging up the night before."
Author Unknown I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse. His first day onthe job presented him with many challenges: a flat tire caused him to losean hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient truck refused tostart. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invitedme in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he pausedbriefly at a small tree, and touched the tips of the branches with bothhands. As he opened the door, he seemed to undergo an amazing transformation.His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small childrenand gave his wife a kiss. Afterward he walked me to the car. As we passed the tree, my curiositygot the better of me and I asked him about the tree and what I had observedearlier. He responded, "Oh, that's my trouble tree. I know I can't help havingtroubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles don't belongin the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on thetree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then inthe morning I pick them up again." He smiled as he continued, "The funny thing is that when I come out inthe morning to pick 'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I rememberhanging up the night before."
