Pastors word

 

The Trouble Tree

The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job.  A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his ancient pick-up truck refused to start. While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence.

 

On arriving home, as he walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree and touched the tips of the branches with both hands. When he opened the front door, he underwent 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 earlier.  “Oh, that’s my trouble tree,” he replied.  “I know I can’t help having trouble on the job, but one thing for sure, 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.  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 problems as I remember hanging up the night before.”

 

-Author Unknown

 

May we keep our eyes and heart ever focused on Jesus.

Jesus, the one who travels with us and gives rest for our souls.

 

Thanking God for all of you,
Pastor Rita Augsburger

June 2018 FLAME