I have in my hands two boxes
Which God gave me to hold
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box
And all your joys in the gold box".
I heeded His word, and in the two boxes
Both my joys and sorrows I stored
But thought the gold became heavier each day
The black was a 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 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 and said
"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
Please pass this on. You never know whose life
may be in need of this today.
Please Do Not take this globe. It was specially made for me by my daughter. Thank you.