Wednesday had been a long day for me, and my backpack was so full I couldn’t fit my four-pound scriptures in it, so I was forced to carry them. Bad idea. I ended up leaving them in a restroom in the Manwaring Center.

Just before bed that evening I noticed them missing, and I panicked. I thought of all the things I had lost in the black hole of school campuses that never made it to the lost and found—most recently my flash drive, and earlier my fuzzy pen, my Mickey Mouse planner, a library book and my cool hologram necklace. There was no hope.

After sleeping on it, I was again slightly optimistic that someone would take pity on a fool who couldn’t keep track of her scriptures. However, I was soon walking dejectedly out of the lost-and-found office, leaving the encouragement to keep trying behind me as I shuffled past the air hockey table.

Scenarios began running through my head about what would happen if I never found them; the priceless value of my scriptures and journal would be lost forever. Besides that, I had my last stick of gum in the front pocket.

I finally made it home after a long Thursday, unsure of how I would do my religion homework, or even work out my salvation, without my scriptures.

Halfway through dinner my roommate told me that “some girl” had brought my scriptures by the apartment earlier that afternoon. I could hardly believe it.

This mystery girl found my scriptures in the bathroom and, instead of just going around the corner and dumping them off at the lost and found, took the time to not only look for a name inside, but upon finding a tithing receipt, delivered them directly to my apartment. She didn’t even leave her name.

There are indeed guardian angels of lost scriptures. And there’s more than one good reason to pay your tithing.

My hope was restored in the goodness, responsibility and selflessness of my fellow BYU-Idaho students. I think we could all learn a lesson from this girl in being kind and selfless, even to strangers.

Thanks and kudos to you, “mystery girl.”