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Topics: Sorrow, 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 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."
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