Scarf'd!!

I went to a soccer game the other day, and my team lost. Fret not, though... this story isn't about the game anyway. Actually, I want to tell you about something that happened after the game.
I was walking home with some friends, and it was extremely windy. I had a scarf on, and it was whipping about like mad. I had to actually hold it on to keep it from blowing away. We walked down a long stretch of sidewalk and finally arrived at our destination (eg. the cafeteria). I sat down at a round table in the back and watched my friends eat (out of principle, I eat at my apartment... also, out of budget). Just as they were finishing, I noticed that my scarf was no longer around my neck! I began to do what most people do in a situation like that - I blamed my friends (horrid me). Surely they had taken it. But no, none of them had it. It had simply disappeared. I looked around on the floor, asked an employee or two, and scanned the lawn outside for my missing scarf, but it seemed to have vanished. Quickly I left the cafeteria, hurrying with a friend down the sidewalk back towards the soccer field, following the ground with my eyes. The scarf was nowhere to be seen.
(Now, I must interject here that if there is something I've learned in life it is that nothing lasts forever. Nothing.)
I decided that if I never got my scarf back I would be (1) very sad, and (2) determined to be ok with the fact. I know that I must hold onto my things with an open hand, knowing that they were given and can just as easily be taken away. I thanked God for letting me have the scarf, at least for awhile, and I prayed that if someone had found it, they would enjoy it as much as I had. (Weird course of thinking? Maybe. I kind of like the fact that my mind went that direction, instead of in one of anger.)
After all was said and done, I walked that sidewalk 6 times within the evening and the next morning. A strange thing happened, though. The sixth time I walked down the sidewalk, I found my scarf. It was simply laying there on the ground, fully out in the open. I had passed the spot 5 times since I lost it, and I hadn't seen it, and suddenly (on the sixth time) it was there.
I thanked God with the biggest smile on my face as I picked it up and carried it home, and he told me something. One way that he sees glory come to him is when we are willing to give up the things we have and simply love him, not worrying about what we're losing, but only thinking of what we've gained.