The trouble tree.

[indigo]

A man hired a plumber to help restore an old farmhouse, and after the plumber 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.

The man drove the plumber home and tells this story:
"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."