The God Box

I made a God Box at work today. Well, a makeshift God Box – a God envelope really. I found myself beating myself up for all the things I’m not doing, or I’ve done wrong, or ways that I am too fat/ too ugly/ not doing enough. Yeah. I needed to do something with all of those thoughts. Someone once told me about a God Box. A place to give away all of the sorrows, all of the stories in my head that are the voices of my inadequacies. They aren’t real. If I can let them go I can be more sane and more free, and focus my energy on the things that lift me up and move me forward in the direction I want to go.

So, I designated an envelope at work as my God Box, wrote down the crap that’s spinning around in my head, and put it in the envelope. I can’t worry about them now. I’ve given them away. I can't control the thoughts, but I can let them pass through me, and ask that I be relieved of them.

Here is the poem about the God Box:

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."