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 box to find out why and I saw in the bottom was a hole which my sorrows had fallen through.

I showed the hole to God and mused, I wonder where my sorrows could be!  He smiled a gentle smile and said, "My dear child, they are all here with me."

I asked God why had he given me the boxes, the gold and the black with the hole?  "My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings and the black is for you to let go."