Two Boxes
I have
in my hands two boxes
Which
God gave to me to hold.
He said,
"Put all your sorrows in the black,
And all
your joys in the gold."
I heeded
his words, and in the two boxes
Both my
joys and sorrows I store.
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
And I
saw, in the base of the box a hole
Which
all my sorrows had fallen out by.
I showed
the hole to God, and mused aloud,
"I wonder
where my sorrows could be?"
He smiled
a gentle smile at me;
"My child,
they're all here with me."
I asked,
"God, why give me the boxes?
Why the
gold and the black with the hole?"
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black
is for you to let go."
-
- Author Unknown
Let
us not forget to let our sorrows go.
Count
your blessing every day!
Thank
the Lord for His Awesome love!!!!
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