Many people have some sort of display case where they showcase things that they value.

And they may also have a place where they put things aside ...whether it's a box, closet, or attic.  Often when they get in the mood to move things about, they pick up that box of things that had lost value or become misplaced ...and without going through it again, they decide to bring it to the pawn shop. 

Then one day they may go looking for something they suddenly decide they miss ...something they had one day questioned or supposed may have more value than previously realized.

They may cry out that it's been stolen ...they may even say that Satan has taken it away, not admitting that they had much to do with what they have lost in life.  No, not by a loved one suddenly being taken from us ...but, by us perhaps taking something for granted, or not valuing it quite as much as we should have. And slowly, slowly it often drifts away ...or takes a backseat to other things, as we confidently take the driver's seat.

We drive right over things that we tire of ...and only leave tracks, that we can't backtrack on.  It's like driving on a beach, or over a sand dune ...not being able to retrace what the wind or waves have buried forever.

Where is hope??

Well, there are things that are not buried forever, but are covered by footprints that few seem to want to follow.

But, more on that later.