In my 28 years in the ministry, it had never happened to me ... until Sunday, July 27, 2014. On that day, I stepped up to the sacrament table and poured the wine into the glasses as I have done on so many occasions.

This Sunday, as I moved the glasses into position on the table, one of them suddenly tipped right over, banging loudly against the table and spilling the wine across the white cloths. It was dripping off the sides of the table and onto the rug.

Today's school-related Miracle Monday is from Sister Zarella Mosqueda.

It seems as though we hear more and more about school shootings on the news. Names like Columbine, Sandy Hook, and Virginia Tech are recognized nationwide. Events such as these prick our sense of well-being and stir our minds. Politicians and news people soon step in, and they aimlessly try to find the culprit.

My miracle is about the One who is responsible for keeping me safe, the One who watches over me each day and keeps me from harm, even if I am not aware of it.

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Take a deep breath in.

Breathe out.

Now say with me, "God has a plan."

Repeat as many times as necessary.

While things may currently seem unclear, the more I seek God's will for my life, the clearer things become. God has never revealed all of His plans, but He's also never left me in the dark. I get a piece or two at a time of the puzzle, and slowly but surely the picture becomes clearer.

Today we're sharing a miracle from Sister Josie Jasmin.

Many years ago, I used to smoke on and off, and I did stop for a while after fasting and prayer with the assistance of another sister.

I did well for quite some time until I moved to another state and was very lonely.

At the time, my husband smoked, and he would leave partial opened packs at home. Sorry to say, they were a temptation that I gave in to.

I love the Bush's baked beans TV commercials. The brand's marketing plot is based on Duke, a loveable but ornery golden retriever who forever tries to share the family's prized recipe, only to be foiled each time by his owner, Jay who is just as determined to guard it. (Click here to roll that beautiful bean footage.)

When it comes to the recipe for my own joy, or for any success or achievement I may accomplish in life, I wonder sometimes if I am too often like Jay, who holds back and guards it like a treasured family secret.

We're well into September, but we're still going strong with school-related miracles. We hope these bring you comfort and joy as you or your little ones start the 2014-2015 academic year. Today's miracle comes from Dana Bautista. Click here to share a marriage miracle for next month — more details below.

So, today (Sept. 2) was my first day of high school. My oldest sister already graduated, and my brother was a dropout, and my other sister is in grade 12. I was praying that everything would go smoothly, that I would like my classes, that I would know people on my bus, etc.

So, I was praying my heart out that everything would go smoothly, and I had a dream last night.

During Behind the Scenes week, you learned that Sister Michelle Watson, the blog editor, loves to crochet and knit. Usually when you start a new new project, the first step is to make a slip knot and put it on your needle or hook. Well, every time Sister Michelle makes a slip knot, she'll remember today's memory verse and pray that her footsteps "slip not."

This week's Miracle Monday was titled "Schools Ain't Like They Used to Be."

Ain't it the truth?

From bullies to shootings, schools have — literally in some cases — become a battleground. Do you know that you can buy your kids bulletproof backpacks now? Times they are a-changin'.

But in many ways, they're not. Schools have always played host to moral battles (if not actual ones).

Recently, I attended the Ft. Worth branch for feet washing. The subject of the day's sermon was how Jesus is the only one who can put us back together when we're broken.

Am I broken? And if so, why?

Well, yes, I'm broken, just like we all are. We're broken because Adam and Eve partook of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. It's somewhat ironic that just days before my visit I was thinking of that very subject and our creation. I was walking through the process of why God created us the way He did.

Why would God make a broken creature? That would be contrary to who He is. Everything He does is perfect and good. So how can broken human beings be considered good?

When I meet someone new, I like to ask a lot of questions.
"Where are you from?"

"Do you like to travel?"

"What are your favorite Beatles' songs?"

I like to feel that I'm getting to know a piece of them simply by listening to their responses. Perhaps I'll gain an understanding for why they are the way they are, or why they act in a particular way.

Today is the first day of September, but we have another school-related Miracle Monday to share. Sister Kimberly Palmieri submitted this one. Do you have an experience you want to contribute? Click here to send it to us.

After the Columbine High School tragedy occurred, there were many concerns about sending our children to school. Due to potential copycat scenarios, we were concerned for their safety.

I was very worried if I should send our three children to school or look into home schooling them immediately. I prayed about it and had the following dream.

Sometimes what you need at the end of a long, hard week is a quiet stroll through Psalm 23.

Today's blog post was reported by Brother Deo in Burundi. We're publishing it here in his own words.

There is a sister whose name is Regina. She had a small ball inside her left rib. She could feel it with her hands when she touched on the area.

The ball was causing pain all around her rib and the belly. She had walked with the ball for five years, and she never revealed the sickness to her husband or to her children.

Over 4th of July weekend, a couple girlfriends and I went glamping (glamour camping) at my friend's family's cabin. On that Saturday morning, we decided to go four-wheeling with her parents and grandparents.

While going up a mountain, I'm not entirely sure what happened, but as I was driving, the four-wheeler veered off the path, and we fell about 20 feet down from the road. My friend, who was riding on the back, was thrown into a tree, and I was pinned underneath the four-wheeler.