Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony from Sister Terri Nath. What do you make of the twist at the end of this story?

After reading a recent Miracle Monday, I recalled a similar experience I had over 10 years ago, one snowy morning in February.

I was on my way to the doctor and felt I could make it safely since I had 4-wheel drive. Even though I was going slow, I lost control of my Jeep on a sharp bend and ended up in the hill side. Because of the bend, I couldn't see if anyone was coming towards me and was afraid to back out.

I began to pray and ask the Lord what I should do.

Today's Miracle Monday, sent to us by Sister Diana Houlihan, describes a close call that God helped her dodge.

I had a wonderful boss at Bon Secours Hospital when I worked in Central Sterile. Joanne made sure all of her ladies were able to sit in with the nursing staff as they took supplemental courses to keep their nursing skills updated. The hospital provided the courses without charge. She noticed that a couple of us did very well on testing and told us about a program whereby we could become operating room techs. I started taking a class at a college located in Detroit.

Happy New Year's Eve! Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony of divine protection, submitted by Sister Cindy Henderson. We pray that wherever tonight takes you — church? yay! — you'll be safe and with those you love.

Last summer, I was driving with my grandchildren from Canada to Michigan for our Wednesday night MBA service. While driving on the expressway, I noticed a strange-looking sky with a very dark cloud shelf in front of us. It had been a hot, humid day, but no storms had been forecasted.

I exited the highway to make my way towards the Detroit-Windsor Tunnel and was encompassed by heavy rains. After going through customs, I asked my grandchildren to be very quiet because the storm had intensified, and I needed to fully concentrate on the road and storm conditions. Driving rain made the long trip more difficult. I couldn't see much beyond and around our vehicle, but I knew we couldn't stop anywhere, so I prayed and continued ahead.

Today's Miracle Monday is a story of how Brother Michael McGuire received help from above one snowy morning.

Back in the winter of 2015, around the month of December, at about 5 a.m., I was on my way to work. It was a cold, snowy winter morning. I was about 20 minuets from work, and I was turning onto the onramp for the highway when my car slid on ice in the turn and went right off the road. I couldn't get back onto the road because I was stuck pretty good.

Today's Miracle Monday, submitted by Sister Tammy Valenti, is in response to our call for articles about weather-related experiences. This one is certainly a whirl. Enjoy!

About 20 years ago when I was working at a hospital, God spared me from a tornado.

It was a long day at work, which started about two hours before my normal tour of duty. I was in charge of a patient event that very hot summer day and found myself exhausted around 4 p.m. I was supposed to be on the job for another 30 minutes, but the rains had begun, and I wanted to get home before the weather got worse.

Today's Miracle Monday happened during feet washing. Sister Patricia (Tish) Palensar relates the short, sweet tale.

We went into feet washing, and I had a strong feeling to ask Sister Wendy Giannetti to wash my feet. I normally never ask anyone specific to wash my feet.

Since we just enjoyed a beautiful Thanksgiving weekend, we'd like to once again share this experience from The Church history book. Travel back in time 90 years to the home of Sister Helen Campitelle.

It was in the year of 1928. My husband was out of work because of sickness. As it was the night before Thanksgiving, my children wanted me to go to the store to buy food for a Thanksgiving dinner. I did not have any food in the house except beans. I told my children I was very sorry that I was unable to make a dinner for them as their father was out of work, and they would have the beans which I had in the house.

Today's Miracle Monday is told by Sister Erin Light. She's the director of a memory care facility in Southern California. The healthcare company has several locations, and one just happens to be where the wildfires are burning in Los Angeles. Here's her tale of God's protection.

The afternoon of Thursday, November 8, I got word that we needed to assist in an evacuation of our Calabasas community in north L.A. I was the only administrator who went to support the other community administrator in Calabasas, along with many drivers and buses to transport residents to other communities.

If winter weather is getting you down, today's experience from Sister Marie McGuire will take you back to summertime.

During the summer of 1963, I was downstairs doing laundry, and my son Mickey began to question me about something that was on his mind. He said, "Mom, in Church we are taught that God created the heavens and all living things on earth. Then He created man in His own image. In school, we are taught about a big bang creation theory. We are taught the theory of evolution of man from the apes. How do I know which creation story is true? If I put God's creation on the test in school, then I get it wrong. I just want to know what is the real truth.”

Today's Miracle Monday is a story about the challenges of family relationships. Thank you to Brother Gerald Benyola for sharing this one.

As a young man, I was blessed to find a wife to share my life with (Rose Pontillo) and also accepted the family that had loved and raised her. There was a time when my in-laws lived with us. We all sat down and agreed, with a clear understanding, as to what I expected of them living in our home. Thank God for my wife’s patience as to not involve me in the daily interaction of their relationship. My father-in-law was a gem.

But one of my challenges was my mother-in-law, Sister Fina Pontillo.

Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony of healing from Sister Rose Bonaduce.

Back in February 1997, I was not feeling well and experiencing some concerning symptoms. I saw my doctor, and he immediately scheduled me for a same-day MRI. By that evening, I was diagnosed with a 4-centimeter benign brain tumor that was encroaching on my right optic nerve.

My very first thought was that I needed to be anointed. On Sunday, I went to the Levittown, Pennsylvania, Branch, and because I did not want to alarm my parents and children, I asked for prayer in the back room. It would be a year before my husband, Joe, and I told anyone what was going on with me.

It was to be a long year ahead. This is where my 18-year journey with Christ and my tumor began.

Today's Miracle Monday from Sister Cheryl Cervone is a 15-year-old testimony that is just as powerful today.

July 16, 2003. It seemed a Wednesday like any other. I set off to the Santa Monica Farmer’s Market at around 1:30 p.m. to get my favorite salad greens before the market closed. I walked with purpose down the middle of Arizona Avenue, one of the streets that is closed and lined with vendors on market day.

Off to the right was a vendor giving out samples of chips and guacamole, and I couldn’t resist. No sooner did I get to the table when I heard a sudden loud commotion and, looking to my right, there was a car barreling toward us at high speed, mowing down everything in its path! Surreal!

In June 1982, I was diagnosed with a benign brain tumor that had attacked my right optic nerve, causing complete blindness in that eye. The tumor was growing toward the left optic nerve, and I was at risk of losing my eyesight completely. Surgery was recommended, but it would mean opening my skull from ear to ear and lifting the brain to allow access to the tumor. The surgery was very risky.

Today's Miracle Monday comes from a September Ladies' Circle meeting of the Irvine Branch local. This one is for all of you who are praying for a healing.

Sister Sandra O. asked for prayer for her husband, Mike, because he has a bed sore. Mike has been bedridden for four years with dementia. He recently turned 70, but his symptoms began about 13 years ago. Sandra doesn't always know how to pray for him, but her personal desire is that he would arise from his bed and be healed someday. His healing would be a great witness to her sons, doctors, family, friends, and neighbors of God's undeniable power and glory.

For today's Miracle Monday, Sister Lynette Huttenberger responds to a recent request for articles about how God uses us as instruments in His hand. Enjoy!

Some years ago, a former member of our branch passed away. He and his wife lived in our neighborhood, and we would see them regularly at a local bagel and coffee shop.

As customary, food is brought to the home of the grieving family as a sign of love. My intention was to deliver food to his wife, but I heard they had an overabundance of food, so I didn't. As a deaconess of the church, this bad decision haunted me for years. I felt I should have reached out no matter what! From time to time I would pass by their street and immediately feel regret.