The Boxes 

I have in my hands two boxes, which God gave me to hold. One of these was black, the other, gold. God said, “Put all your sorrows in the black box, and all your joys into the gold.” I heeded His words, and in the two boxes I stored both my joys and sorrows.

But though the gold became heavier each day, the black was as light as before. With curiosity, I opened the black, I wanted to find out why it remained light, and I saw, in the base of the box, a hole through which my sorrows had fallen away.

I showed the hole to God, and mused, “I wonder where my sorrows could be!”

He smiled a gentle smile and said, “My child, they’re all here! They’re with me.”

I asked God, why He gave me the boxes, why the gold and the black one with the hole.

“My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings. The black is for you to let go.”


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