God's Boxes of Love

I have in my hands two boxes which God gave
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 my sorrows had fallen out by.

I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be." He smiled
 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, and the black is for you to let go."

Author Unknown