It was p-day and I needed a new pair of jeans. Now finding a pair of jeans in Italy may seem like an easy thing to do. It's not. Not if you have an American body and little cash to spend. I told my companion that we were going to specifically ask Heavenly Father to help us find a pair of jeans that day. We completed our chores for the day and set out for the jeans. To our dismay, we forgot that by mid afternoon, everything in the town shuts down for several hours. It seemed that we would not be shopping for jeans that day.
I decided to forget about the jeans until another day. Instead we took a walk on the beach. As we walked down the beach my companion saw something ahead of us wash up onto the shore. She ran ahead and snatched the item before the tide took it back out to sea.
"What is it?" I yelled.
"They are jeans!" she shouted back in amazement.
"Well bring 'em in." I said with a bit of dismay.
"And they're from Old Navy!"
Indeed they were. And would you believe that they fit me perfectly? Old Navy Jeans sent from God. There was no doubt about it.
It was then and there that I realized that nothing was too great for God. Nothing that was too small for Him. He heard my specific prayer and answered me specifically.

Tower of Flavia* Feb 1999* Ladispoli, Italy
***and by the way, there was no Old Navy that existed anywhere in Europe****









