Losing stuff drives me to distraction. I totally empathize with the characters in Jesus’ stories who search for things. Just like the woman who loses the coin and the shepherd who loses the sheep, when my keys go missing it’s hard for me to do much except to search and mutter.
When I was a child I asked for the things I wanted around Christmastime. And, occasionally, I “asked” for the things that I knew would pull on my parents’ heartstrings and would lead them to purchase my wants for me.