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
The black is for you to let go."
Remember that God will take care of all our troubles, we just need to give them to Him.
Cast your cares on the LORD and He will sustain you; He will never let the righteous fall.
- Psalm 55:22 (New International Version)
Dear Lord, we thank you for being there to take our troubles. We pray that we will not try and handle them on our own. In Jesus’ name, amen.