Today's Miracle Monday was submitted by Sister Renee Scolaro. If you have an experience you want to praise God for, please share it with us.

Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted. Matthew 5:4

Almost one month to the day after my father passed away, my heart was very heavy with sorrow. I realized that I was feeling overwhelmed and going about my responsibilities with a long face.

The evening of June 22, 2013, Saturday, as I was preparing to retire for the evening, I stated to my husband that I needed to laugh, I wanted to laugh, but could not find it within myself to laugh because I felt so heavy hearted. I thought to myself, "I should be anointed tomorrow," and wondered if I should express a spiritual or natural need. I said my evening prayer and went to sleep.

Talk, rejoice, preach, prophesy! Here is a verse for you to ponder this weekend.

Today we're sharing another testimony from our archives. Enjoy!

I was born with very bad acid reflux disease. I had trouble keeping food down, and the doctors worried that if I kept having stomach issues, I would get a hole in my esophagus and need surgery.

Today we're sharing an article that Brother Michael McGuire sent around Mother's Day. It's a little late, but we want to thank God for providing for and protecting our parents.

One day back in the summer of 1970, my wife and I stopped by my mother's house in Lorain, Ohio. She was outside in the front of the house.

We were talking when my brother Sean threw a Jart up in the air, and it landed on the top of her foot. A Jart is a two-player lawn game that is kind of like darts. Jarts are shaped like darts except bigger with very long pointed ends.

Today we're dipping into our archives and sharing one of the military miracles from a few months back. Submitted by his daughter, Sister Barbara Genaro Nuzzi, this is the incredible story of Brother Armand Genaro. It's a little long but worth every word.

On August 17, 1941, nine young people from the Niles Branch dedicated their hearts to the Lord in baptism. The entrance of the United States into the war in December of that year soon overshadowed the joy of this day. Of the five brothers baptized, four of them were drafted, one of which was Armand Genaro.

Today's angel-themed Miracle Monday is from Brother Jim Sgro. If you have a testimony or miracle to share, please don't be shy!

Hebrews 1:14 tells us "Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?"

Two months before Brother Joe Lovalvo passed away, I had the opportunity to visit with him for four days. He was in assisted living, and during the course of my visit, we would walk and talk. We would go from his apartment to an outside area and around the complex.

Are you allowing the Lord to fight your battles? How's it going "holding your peace"? Forward this to someone who is between an army and an ocean today.

The other day, I re-read the story of the Anti-Nephi Lehis (great name!), and one of the morals really hit me.

The Anti-Nephi-Lehis were originally Lamanites (wicked guys). The freshly converted four sons of Mosiah embarked on an epic missionary trip to convert them.

Some of the Lamanites believed the gospel, and their change of heart was so huge that they decided to change their name to the Anti-Nephi-Lehis (Alma 23:17). In scripture, it's common for a name change to serve as a symbol for a dramatic conversion (Abram/Abraham, Jacob/Israel, Saul/Paul, Simon/Peter).

And, boy, was it dramatic.

I want to write a follow-up to a blog post I had written a few weeks ago. It was about loving my neighbor and how I needed to be more like Christ and show my love even when it's not being reciprocated.

(I also want to thank those who commented on the post for your prayers! All prayers are much appreciated!)

The day after I submitted the article, which was probably two or so weeks before it was published, I was mowing my front lawn. I saw a car coming towards me. I normally give a quick wave or smile to cars in my neighborhood, just to be friendly, even though I have no idea whose car it is. (Since I live in Colorado, where most people are pretty friendly, I'm trying to rid myself of my east coast attitude.)

"I've discovered that there is definitely something wild in the heart of God."

I had been reading one of the many books on my summer reading list, when my eyes attached themselves to that particular line.

What in the world was this supposed to mean?

I mean, really: there can't be anything "wild" about God, because He is a God of order.

Right?

Today's angel-themed Miracle Monday is the testimony of Sister Ida Verducci from the Niles Ohio Branch. Special thanks to Brother Frank Natoli for sharing this one. If you haven't submitted your story yet, please share with us!

Sister Ida, who has been called home to her reward, related the following experience to me over 30 years ago when she was in her late 70s or early 80s. But before I share her testimony, a little background and perspective might help...

We officially have 50+ people participating in the Summer Reading Challenge! We're so pleased that you've signed up. (So pleased, in fact, that we have a little surprise for you at the end of this post.) We also suspect there may be more of you who are participating but haven't officially emailed to tell us.

Last year, we dedicated a space where readers could discuss the assigned scriptures. We've decided to dedicate this post for that purpose this year. It's not super fancy, but please consider this blog post your official spot for comments and discussion about the passages you're reading.

I still remember the incident with a small pang of regret. It was one of those, "God, can I please have a do-over?" moments.

We were standing in a circle holding hands at a Vacation Bible School. The electricity was out. There was no way we could proceed with VBS unless God turned the lights back on. A group of teenagers had bravely asked me to say a prayer asking God for help. "Yeah, but what if I say the prayer and nothing happens?" I thought to myself. I mumbled a few feeble words and that was that. Not very inspiring. Fortunately, in the next room, the rest of the kids were praying with a bit more confidence and, moments later, the electricity returned, praise God.

The electricity was back, but I felt like I'd missed an opportunity. I told myself that next time I'd have a bit more courage.

This is an old story that I read a few years back. Warning: It may make you uncomfortable. It's not my intention to be negative, but I think this story brings out some interesting points — not so much about the church — but about our human nature as people. Check out the questions for reflection at the end.

On a dangerous sea coast where shipwrecks often occur, there was once a crude little life-saving station. The building was just a hut, and there was only one boat, but the few devoted members kept a constant watch over the sea and with no thought for themselves went out day and night tirelessly searching for the lost.

I'm a fan of conditional statements, and maybe the Lord is, too. So, here's one I have witnessed and personally experienced that affirms the precision of the Word of God: If you wholly trust in Christ with all your heart, then He will direct you through your life. It is not a "boulevard of broken dreams," nor is it a do-it-yourself life. It is an avenue of divine visions. It is a road lined with golden bars undivided from Christ's promises, where every step we take is nestled in His path.

Solomon wrote in Proverbs 3:5-6, "Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths."