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.

Happy Labor Day! Today's Miracle Monday is comprised of two short testimonies submitted by Sister Carmela Gray. (If you don't think God hears you, then these experiences are for you.)

I can remember some years back I was going through a very bad time with my spouse. I even contemplated divorce, but, knowing we are to pray for all things, I went to the Lord with my plight.

Today's Miracle Monday comes from Sister Deb Gonzalez. Enjoy!

I recently read the Gospel Blog by Sister Marie McGuire about feeding a man who knocked at her back door. The result? She had entertained an angel unaware and that same day, her husband received a much-needed job to support their family.

As I read her blog, I quickly recalled my husband Marty’s own experience with entertaining an angel unaware. Still very young in our marriage and in our spiritual walk with God, this experience underscored for us the need to trust in the Lord to provide for us.

It was a hot summer day. Per our normal routine, I was finishing up at work while Marty was picking up our daughter from the nanny since he left work before me. His usual route took him over an extremely busy interstate that was notorious for traffic backing up during his commute. This particular day was no different — until he unexpectedly blew out a tire on the side of the interstate. This was during the Firestone tire recall where the entire sidewall of the tires were disintegrating.

Today's Miracle Monday, written by Sister Edith Terrill, comes from the pages of the September 1949 issue of The Gospel News. This one is for all of you who are living in small outposts, away from the main body of The Church.

I wish to relate an experience as told to me by a woman here in Meadville. She had been ill with a nervous breakdown for two years. She had been under a severe strain during the illness of her aged mother and had overworked taking care of her.

She walked two and one-half miles to her mother's home, bathing, dressing, and feeding her, then walking back to her own home and doing her own work. At the end of six weeks, the mother died, but she (the daughter) could not shed a tear and became very ill.

Today's Miracle Monday is a short, sweet dream submitted by Sister Virginia Surprenant.

Years ago, I had a dream where I was being examined by an eye doctor who I was working for at the time. The doctor had his back to me and told me that I needed glasses and showed me the glasses. To me, they were not what I would have chosen, as they had clear lenses.

Today's Miracle Monday comes from the pages of the February 1948 issue of The Gospel News, originally titled, "A Vision," written by Sister Marietta Ruzzi.

On Thursday December 11, '47 while lhe Ladies Uplift Circle was united in fasting and prayer at the Divine Church, Detroit, I saw the following vision:

"I saw a beautiful tree which stood right in front of the pulpit, where the sacrament table stands. This tree was all gold, even the leaves and the fruit were gold, and its brightness was beyond description.

Today's Miracle Monday is a dream submitted by Sister Anonymous. We're sharing it because we think it's a pretty powerful message, but we're also hoping to demonstrate that we're open to anonymous submissions if you feel that's the best way to go in sharing your testimony.

Like many women, I try to look my best. There is nothing inherently bad about presenting a pretty, put-together outward appearance.

But, for myself, I know that I put a lot of stock in my looks. For example, I can't remember the last time I left the house without putting on makeup.

Today's Miracle Monday comes from the May 1946 edition of The Gospel News. The anonymous letter writer tells the story of how the Lord touched a brother named Chester.

Brother Cadman:

I am writing you relative to Brother Chester who became ill on Feb. 19th after coming home from work. He ate his supper and soon after went to the kitchen and on returning to his bedroom, he lost the use of his limbs and fell and cut himself above the left eye, and with Sister Chester's help, he got to bed.

Today's Miracle Monday is for all of you who are job hunting right now. This is an experience from Sister Marie McGuire.

It was a beautiful, sun-shiny early summer day in St. Louis County, Missouri, 1959. I was home with my children in the early afternoon. My companion, Harry, was out looking for work.

There was a knock at the back door.

Standing there was a stranger, a neatly dressed elderly man with grayish-white hair and a trimmed beard. He politely asked me if I had anything for him to eat.

Today's Miracle Monday is a story of protection from Brother Tim Scolaro that puts an interesting perspective on life's mishaps.

We were going home from Southwest Campout on a holiday weekend with the family in our minivan. We had been driving for over three hours through rural mountains and desert on two-lane highways. Along this drive, there are many stretches of road where you don't see a building for over 30 minutes at a time. Also, we did not have cell phones with us. (There was no coverage in those remote areas even if we had.)

Today's Miracle Monday comes to us from a personal account by Sister Marie McGuire. 

I gave birth to my first son, Mickey, on September 27, 1950. At the time, I was living with my in-laws in Missouri, while my husband, Harry, was serving in the Navy. After Mickey’s birth, the doctor came into my hospital room and told me that the baby had been born with a knot behind his ear about the size of a pea. He said the knot would grow rapidly in size. Naturally, as any first-time mother, I was very upset and frightened. I had no idea anything was wrong with my baby. He looked perfectly healthy.

When I was back at my in-laws with Mickey, I watched the knot closely. I noticed it had gotten larger — about the size of a nickel. On October 6, nine days after Mickey was born, the doctor paid a house call to see how the baby was doing. By this time, the mass had grown to the size of a quarter, and the doctor told me that they would have to perform surgery to remove it. They could not do surgery without my consent. It was imperative that I give him an answer immediately.