There’s an old story about a carpenter who was hired for a job restoring an old farmhouse. He was late to work on his first day, but he called to explain that he’d had to fix a flat tire. When he got to work, his electric saw quit working. After a long day of hand sawing, it was finally time to go home. His pick-up wouldn’t start. Could he possibly get a ride?
The man who had hired him was happy to give him a ride. It was a silent drive. It had not been a good day for this carpenter.
Upon arriving home, the carpenter asked if his “chauffeur” might come inside to meet his family. He walked toward the door, pausing at a tree and taking time to touch several branches. Then he opened the door and it was like he was a new person. There was a radiant smile on his face. He hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.
On the walk back to the car, the carpenter was asked about that curious little ritual at the tree. He said, “Oh, that. That’s my trouble tree. I know I can’t stop having troubles on the job, but one thing’s for sure. My 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. Funny thing is, when I pick them up again in the morning, there are never as many troubles as I remember hanging on that tree the night before!”
“Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you” (I Peter 5:7).