I watched this for a second time and I was uplifting to higher ground. I am glad I came down to the comments, as I really felt blessed by your loving comment Mary, about the repair man on the job and his trouble tree. We don’t need to place our troubles on our loved ones, but give them OUR SAVIOR to guide us through, as HE has always done for sure.
I count my Blessings of having friends who want me to please Father by NOT retaliating to the Headhonches who thrive on hate/politics etc. Sorry guys, Your not sp carefully devised plan did not work! If someone sends an email to
Me ranting and raving about how ‘worthless’ I am or my organisation is, I will not confirm this fact by retaliating!
Zandi ruined the Reptile’s name abroad, our local reptile is dead meat in our area! …But they are still walking tall.
Never mind about their conspiracy against my family and trying to break us, We will even walk taller.
Never underestimate the Eyes of Father watching all the time!
Now here is an email I will remember for a long, long time. I will hang my troubles up on something that
I have in my room and upon awakening will find that they are mostly gone (after praying to GOD and thanking Him for all of His blessings…) Great helpful email NetHugs…
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 pickup truck refused to start.
While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet the family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.
After opening the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His face was wreathed in smiles, and he hugged his two small children and then gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward, he walked me to my 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 for sure, troubles don’t belong in the house with my wife and 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 as I remember hanging up the night before.”
November 12, 2018 @ 6:23 pm
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August 17, 2014 @ 10:53 am
I watched this for a second time and I was uplifting to higher ground. I am glad I came down to the comments, as I really felt blessed by your loving comment Mary, about the repair man on the job and his trouble tree. We don’t need to place our troubles on our loved ones, but give them OUR SAVIOR to guide us through, as HE has always done for sure.
August 14, 2014 @ 2:39 am
This is really very touching oh my God recieve me as the way am,my troubles are really falling apart thanks to these conforting song
thanks net.hugs
February 23, 2013 @ 1:46 am
I count my Blessings of having friends who want me to please Father by NOT retaliating to the Headhonches who thrive on hate/politics etc. Sorry guys, Your not sp carefully devised plan did not work! If someone sends an email to
Me ranting and raving about how ‘worthless’ I am or my organisation is, I will not confirm this fact by retaliating!
Zandi ruined the Reptile’s name abroad, our local reptile is dead meat in our area! …But they are still walking tall.
Never mind about their conspiracy against my family and trying to break us, We will even walk taller.
Never underestimate the Eyes of Father watching all the time!
Enjoy this beautiful day..Hugs
February 22, 2013 @ 5:01 pm
Now here is an email I will remember for a long, long time. I will hang my troubles up on something that
I have in my room and upon awakening will find that they are mostly gone (after praying to GOD and thanking Him for all of His blessings…) Great helpful email NetHugs…
February 22, 2013 @ 11:29 am
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 pickup truck refused to start.
While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet the family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.
After opening the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His face was wreathed in smiles, and he hugged his two small children and then gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward, he walked me to my 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 for sure, troubles don’t belong in the house with my wife and 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 as I remember hanging up the night before.”
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