GOD'S BOXES
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 really like what this little story says. I have a big problem with carrying things around with me. I am sometimes filled with anxiety, worry, stress, fear, guilt. I know I should let it go. I know it such a waste of precious energy. I know I need to let it go. I try. I pray. I hope. And yet evidently I don't try hard enough becuz I still carry anxiety, worry, stress, fear, guilt. So you can see why I like this lil' inspirational story--just another reminder to me that I am not in control. I need to chill, relax. What will be, will be.