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"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."
I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,
Both my joys and sorrows I stored,
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,
"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 He gave 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."
I don't post in "religion" often, but thought this was a nice thought (principle), whether you believe in (a) God or not. "Blessings" take on different shapes, faces and colors ... from the laughter of your children; a long, strong hug from a friend; the ability to provide the roof over your family's head, etc. Cherish your blessings and be thankful you have them to count. It's so easy to take the little things for granted, and you don't usually realize it till they're gone.
Which God gave me to hold.
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,
And all your joys in the gold."
I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,
Both my joys and sorrows I stored,
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,
"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 He gave 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."
I don't post in "religion" often, but thought this was a nice thought (principle), whether you believe in (a) God or not. "Blessings" take on different shapes, faces and colors ... from the laughter of your children; a long, strong hug from a friend; the ability to provide the roof over your family's head, etc. Cherish your blessings and be thankful you have them to count. It's so easy to take the little things for granted, and you don't usually realize it till they're gone.