What Are We Clinging To?

I don’t know who wrote this poem, but it arrived on one of my gloomy days. It cheered me up and I hope it will do the same for you.

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 blessings, the black is for you to let go.”

With God’s help, we can black box our worries, troubles and woes.

Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy-laden and overburdened and I will cause you to rest. I will ease and relieve and refresh your souls. (Matthew 11:28, AMP)

Prayer- Thank You God, for when you take our burdens, we find we can count our blessings in Christ. Amen.

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