One evening, during a quiet moment between the noise of life and the weight
of the day, I found myself in a dream—or maybe it was something more. In my
hands were two small boxes, both simple, yet meaningful. One was shimmering gold,
radiant with warmth. The other was black, deep and still, like
the night.
A soft voice echoed in my heart—it was calm, kind, unmistakably divine.
So I did.
Those moments of light went into the gold box.
As time passed, something strange happened.
The gold box grew heavier—overflowing, almost—but the black box? It remained
nearly weightless. I frowned at it one day, curious. How could it still feel so
empty?
Carefully, I opened it—and to my surprise, I found a small hole
at the bottom.
All my sorrows had quietly slipped through.
Puzzled, I turned to God.
“I don’t understand,” I whispered. “Where did my
sorrows go?”
He looked at me, eyes kind and full of knowing.
“They’re with me, child,” He said softly. “Every tear,
every ache—you placed them in the box, but I carried them away.”
I stood quietly, taking in the weight of that love.
Then I asked, “Why the boxes at all? Why not just carry it all from
the start?”
He smiled, the way only someone who truly loves you can.
“The gold box is for you—to hold your joys, your gratitude, your
memories of light. You need those. They remind you how much good lives in your
life.”
“And the black?”
“That one,” He said, “is for you to let go. To
release what hurts, and to trust that I’ll hold it for you.”
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We carry so much in this life—hopes, hurts, dreams, disappointments.
But we were never meant to carry it all alone.
Maybe your sorrows are lighter than you remember not because they never
existed, but because you let them go. And Someone greater picked them up.
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