Today's Miracle Monday is from the pages of the March 1951 issue of The Gospel News, and it records the testimony of Sister Vicky Calabrese.

Bro. Editor: I'm writing today as I should have done long ago, to thank all the brothers and sisters that remembered me in their prayers, and sent me such beautiful and encouraging cards.

For Miracle Monday, we're sharing an experience sent by Sister Leanna (Valenti) Rozzelle. Hold on tight; it's a thriller.

It was September 18, 2019 — just three days before my wedding. I set off for a quick trip to the grocery store. As I attempted to turn left into the store's parking lot, I was hit by an oncoming car. The next thing I knew, my windshield and windows were shattered, both airbags deployed, and I found myself in the passenger seat of my vehicle. When I saw the vehicle that hit me, my legs almost gave out from under me. It was a huge truck. I knew right away that God had protected me.

Today's Miracle Monday, which is from Sister Cassandra Mosqueda, originally appeared in the October 2019 issue of The Gospel News as a Blessing Bit.

My son, Benjamin, has always struggled with severely sensitive skin. I have tried just about every single lotion there is on the market, it seems, and nothing has helped. It causes him a great deal of pain, and, as a mother, one of the most challenging things is to have your child in pain and not be able to do anything to soothe it.

Today's Miracle Monday is an experience about prayer that happened many years ago, submitted by Sister Janet Oestreicher.

After I had prayed one morning, I was told by a voice to “get on my knees to pray.”

I kept saying to myself, “I already prayed, and I don’t know what else I have to say.”

The voice was becoming loud and persistent to get on my knees to pray. I did and started praying that God would protect His people.

Today's Miracle Monday is an experience shared by Sister Betty D'Orazio that happened in 1964. It's a great reminder that God never changes.

We were at a picnic at my brother's home when his dog accidently bit my daughter, Mary, who was 4 years old at the time. She startled him, and he jumped and bit the side of her face, cutting through the skin really deep. We cleaned it, prayed, and went to the ER. The ER doctor said he needed to stitch her face, and after the procedure, we left with our brave little girl — trusting God.

Today's Miracle Monday is a story of anointing submitted by Sister Stefanie Arcuri. We hope it brightens your morning on this Labor Day weekend.

Last summer, I was thinking to myself during the week how I'd never been anointed and immediately received a healing.

I was praying and told God that if my faith was lacking, please strengthen it because I completely believe He has the power to heal any affliction.

Today's Miracle Monday is an answered prayer (with uncanny timing) that comes to us from Brett Rozzelle.

I woke up one morning with a great deal of pain in my mouth. When I looked in the mirror, my cheek was quite swollen. I went to the doctor and was diagnosed with an abscess. I was given antibiotics for the infection. After a few days of taking the antibiotics, I still was in a lot of pain. The pain had increased to the point where I had to call out of work for a day.

While I was home from work, I called Brother Jerry Valenti and asked if I could come to his house to be anointed. The first thing I did was gross everyone out by showing them a photo on my phone of the infected area. (It was all white with a lot of pus.) I was then anointed for my condition, and then we sat down and began having a discussion.

Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony of miraculous healing sent to us by Sister Dianne Maddox.

A few months ago, I found a lump on my back. I ignored it for a while, hoping it was nothing serious and would just go away. I was speaking to a sister who is a registered nurse, and the subject of my lump randomly came up.

She strongly encouraged me to see my doctor, which I did. The doctor said that it was a cyst that needed to be removed since this type of cyst could cause very serious issues. She referred me to a surgeon whom I saw later that week.

In honor of the upcoming GMBA Camp, we're featuring this camp-related Miracle Monday that originally published on the Gospel Blog on Aug. 30, 2016, written by our own Sister Linda Scolaro.

As I traveled to the 2016 GMBA camp, filled with anticipation for the theme, "The Way," I spotted a sign for exit 266 on the Pennsylvania turnpike. I immediately thought of the hymn, "God’s Way" in the Saints Hymnal. My mind always relates numbers to hymn numbers. (You piano players out there know what I mean.) I began to ponder what ideas and topics would be discussed during our chapel, seminars, and worship services.

At the end of camp, I traveled back on the PA turnpike, my family in tow. My husband was driving. Shortly after our departure, we encountered a very bad rainstorm. As we traveled between tunnels and mountains, there was a misty fog that made visibility difficult.

Today's Miracle Monday comes to us from Sister Edna Calabrese.

After reading Sister Lori Kimmel’s wonderful testimony, one of our family's miracles that happened in the early 1980s quickly came to my mind.

One winter’s evening, we were headed to church on Wednesday night.

The roads were really bad. Joel was driving and our first-born, Linda, was in the back seat. Joel was driving slow and steady.

In early April, Brother Jeremy Schroder and I were ordained into the ministry in the Fort Worth, Texas, Branch.

As the ordinations began, Brother Jeremy and I had our feet washed, and then the ministry encircled us to pray for God's Spirit and power to be evident in the ordinations. When the brothers stood and encircled us, Brother Paul Liberto was almost directly in front of me, with Brother Juan de la Cruz to his right. As I sat in the chair with my head down, I opened my eyes a little and could tell that the brothers were close together. I didn't necessarily make out shoe types — there were a lot of tears in my eyes — but knew that there wasn't much space between the brothers.

For today's Miracle Monday, we asked Sister Rachel Cotellesse to share the remarkable story of her youngest son.

Our family has been blessed with many, many miracles. One miracle that happened, however, drastically changed the course of our lives.

As a mother, one of the things that I prayed daily for my children was that they would have joy planted deep in their hearts. When our son, Michael, was very young, we noticed that he struggled with a multitude of emotional issues that affected him and all of us daily. There was not a lot of joy in our home.

For Miracle Monday, we're bringing you this beautiful Blessing Bit that appeared in the March 2019 issue of The Gospel News. After reading it, let's all thank God for the opportunity to live another day.

On September 27, 2018, I was admitted to the hospital for shortness of breath. On October 1, I stopped breathing and was placed on a respirator. 

While in this state, I had a dream in which I found myself in a wooden crate that had fallen out from the hospital. 

Today's Miracle Monday is a hot one submitted by Brother Donny Perrello.

Here’s a miracle that happened to our son, Jayson, on March 28, 2019. Jayson lives in Alabama and works as a fire fighter/EMT, and God spared his life on this particular night, no doubt about it.

The report said that upon initial arrival, the building was still fully intact, and the chief decided an interior attack was possible. Minutes into the attack with five fire fighters inside, the chief noticed the roof was moving like a wave in the ocean. Per protocol, the horns blared on the fire trucks to alert the interior attack teams to vacate the building. Unfortunately, they did not hear the horns.

Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony of healing from Sister Denise DiFalco-Dickson.

July 17, 2016 was a warm and sunshiny day, and my desire was to mow my lawn, but I did not feel well that early morning. I had severe heartburn and nausea, so I decided to lay down for a while and hopefully wake up later feeling much better.

I slept quite a few hours into the late evening. Once I awoke, I felt a strange feeling in my chest, like my heart was flipping, and I had the hot and cold sweats. I had to wrestle with myself over the notion of calling an ambulance. I did not want to call unnecessarily.