It was almost midnight in Provo, seconds till Jenny missed her goal of getting to bed the day before she had to awake again. "Where did all of this come from?" she wondered as she cleaned off the misplaced nothings which prevented her from snuggling warm under the sheets in her oh so comfortable bed. A load of laundry lay unfolded, wadded in in a pile at the bottom corner of the mound. On top of the pile lay a single pair of dark blue jeans. "Michelle, are these yours?" she asked her roommate, picking them up off the pile. "No, they're your size" she said quickly turning away to pack for her trip on the morrow - soon to be today. "Hmm," said Jenny, "I wonder where these came from." She stumbled into the next room & asked her suitmmates, "Do you know whose these are?" "Well," said one matter-o-factly, "they are your size, you know?" "I know," she said, but I've never seen them before in my life." "I don't know what to tell you" said the roommate. "Go try them on," the other suggested, & that's just what Jenny did. She put on the pants & vwala, a perfect fit. It was as if they had been made for her, measured & tailored & sent from above as the gift she didn't know she needed. One by one, her roommates came out of their rooms as Jenny marvelled at her blessing in the full-length hall mirror. "Where did these come from?" Jenny pondered & questioned & longed to know. "How is it possible" asked one roommate "that a pair of jeans appeared miraculously on top of our dryer, a pair of jeans that just happen to fit you perfectly? There has to be a logical explanation." But there wasn't & there isn't & the jeans remain a mystery (& a blessing) even to this very day.
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