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I hired a guy to help me remodel my home, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job,
a flat tire made him lose an hour of work and his electric drill quit, his old truck refused to start. As 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. Upon opening the
door he had undergone an amazing transformation. His tanned 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 at the little tree.
"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 Yashua 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 them up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."
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