Dear Friends,

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).

In Christ,