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 all 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 to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go.”
God can handle all our troubles and needs better than we can.
All that we must do is let them go, so that He can do His work.
Trust involves letting go and knowing God will catch you.