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Two Boxes and a Gentle Answer

 

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.

“These are for you,” God said.
“Place your joys in the gold box, and your sorrows in the black.”

So I did.

Day by day, I added memories to each.
A smile from a stranger.
A call from an old friend.
A walk under autumn leaves.

Those moments of light went into the gold box.

And the days I felt heavy?
The ones with heartbreak, loss, loneliness?
They went into the black.

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.”

______

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.

So keep placing your joys in gold.
Keep releasing your pain into the black.
And trust that somewhere, quietly, lovingly—God is holding what you no longer can.
_______


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