Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony of God's protection submitted by Brother Tony Micale.

This past month has been anything but normal. The Lord is surely showing us that we are in the latter days as the scriptures tell us — fires in California, earthquakes in Japan and Mexico, three major hurricanes with record destruction. The pain and suffering is felt everywhere. I truly believe this is a wake-up call to the nations. If there ever was a call to prepare and get closer to God, then it is now.

Today we're sharing the testimony of Brother Rich Nath and his family as they weathered the storm of Hurricane Harvey. (Brother Rich previously shared this miracle via the Gospel Email.)

Around noon on August 28, 2017, our street began to flood as the creek behind the house rose too high. I prayed, asking God for direction, and I felt that we needed to stay put. "Be still" came to mind, and I knew that we had been protected thus far and would continue to be.

Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony of thankfulness from Sister Kathy Golling.

One evening, not long after my son had gotten his driver’s license, I received a phone call that every parent dreads. It was the police telling me my son had been in an accident, and when the officer told me the location, my heart sank. It was on a bend of a local road known to everyone in our town as Dead Man’s Curve.

Today, we're sharing the testimony of Brother Michael McGuire and how God protected him and his wife during Hurricane Irma.

A lot of people were telling us to evacuate to another area. Our next-door neighbor asked us three times to come with him to another person's home who had room. He even called us and offered to bring us over there. Some thought we were crazy to stay.

Today, we reflect on September 11, 2001 with this miracle first published on the blog on September 11, 2013. This is the story of how Brother Sal Rios was spared on that terrible day. 

In 2001, I worked at the World Financial Center across the street from the World Trade Center. On September 11, we heard the explosion and felt the blast effect from the impact of the first plane hitting the North tower. After a few minutes of confusion, we saw the second plane hit the South tower and felt the blast effects again. At that moment, we knew a terrorist attack was under way, and we began to evacuate the building.

For today's Miracle Monday, we're republishing a testimony from April 29, 2013 submitted by Brother Larry Champine. Enjoy!

In the early 1980s, as a young person in The Church, I frequently visited the saints in Lorain, Ohio. During one visit, the Lorain ministry had gathered the young people together, and, in our presence, informed two of the young brothers from the branch that they had been called to be ordained teachers of The Church. What a great blessing for us all!

As I was driving home the next day, I began to listen to some of my gospel music. A beautiful chorus began to play with the words:

Today's Miracle Monday comes to us from the pages of the Detroit Branch 1 history. This is the experience of Brother Anthony Scolaro during a time of confusion about the Book of Mormon.

In the early 1930s, when I was a young man of 17 years (baptized for about a year and a half) there was an Elder in our Detroit Branch #1 who had decided that the Book of Mormon was not true. He was very persuasive, and convinced several brothers and sisters to renounce this Book and leave The Church.

Today, we're republishing a Miracle Monday from March 25, 2013, sent to us by Sister Debbie Meo Kyriakakos.

This is my miracle story. This was told to me by my parents and family members because I was only 1 year old when this took place. I had been very sick for several days and became dehydrated. My parents took me to the doctor, who assured them that I would be fine in a couple days. But my dehydration persisted for several more days.

Today's Miracle Monday is the testimony of Sister Joyce Smith. God helped her through two bouts of cancer, but this story is about a specific time she was in need during her journey.

I thank God that I am a two-time cancer survivor, from breast cancer in 1998 and rectal cancer in 2012. I praise God every morning I wake.

When I was admitted to the hospital to have surgery for the rectal cancer, I was told I would likely remain in the hospital for four to five days after surgery, but I ended up staying for 11 days — because, naturally, I couldn't go home until my bowel movements returned.

Our August Miracle Monday theme is "help in difficult times." Today, we're reposting an article from May 16, 2013, and it's actually a story printed in the July 2000 issue of the Gospel News. This is a dream had by Brother Mark Cotellesse.

One night, I was very sad because I was struggling to grow closer to the Lord and having a difficult time. I suddenly had a desire not only to pray for myself, but for all the struggling young people in The Church. I prayed with my whole heart and soul.

On Sunday, Dec. 13, 2009, I was driving across a small bridge and found myself on black ice. The car began to skid, and as I drove off the bridge, the car fishtailed, crossed the oncoming lane, and hit a guardrail head-on. The impact was so severe that the rear tires lifted off the road.

At this point, I had no doubt that the car was going to flip over the guardrail. Had this happened, I would have rolled down an embankment and landed in water. Of course, I was praying from the moment the car began to skid. God heard the prayers and intervened.

The rear tires came down and the car began to spin completely out of control. I hit the same guardrail three more times (rear end, front end, rear end) until I finally was able to stop the car across the two lanes of the road.

The miracles had already begun on the road:

For today's Miracle Monday, we're re-publishing this story from the early days of the blog, Jan. 17, 2013. It's an out-of-body experience told by Sister Sylvia Curry.

I was in the living room of my home in Simi Valley, California, running the sweeper over the carpet, but my mind was troubled. I was thinking about several people who were going through a particularly difficult time. Their burdens were heavy on my heart because I loved them. I’d offered many times to help, but they’d refused. I cried silently to the Lord, “Father, you know that my heart wants to help, but they are just pushing me away. I’m so frustrated. Please help.”

Today is the first of our military-and-service themed Miracle Mondays, and this one was submitted by California Highway Patrol officer Brother Mark Rabe.

During my typical graveyard shift as a patrolman, I was partnered up with my friend, Scott. It was a somewhat quiet night, and I got a routine call from my dispatch to go check for a road hazard on a rural mountain highway called Ortega Highway. Many Southern Californians know it as a very dangerous and fatal road. In fact, most of the fatal traffic collisions in our jurisdiction usually occur on this highway.

Today's Miracle Monday is a story of healing submitted by Sister Tammy Valenti. If this article looks familiar, that's because we accidentally sent it out via email on June 11 — a technical error on our part. The good news is that if you missed it, you've got a second chance to read all about it. 

January 1, 2002 started like any other holiday — my mother and I went shopping. I started showing signs of what I thought was going to be a bad cold. I had no idea what was about to happen.

By that night, half of my face started to hurt. The pain got progressively worse. I reached the point that I simply could not function. I went to the doctor, and he diagnosed the pain as trigeminal neuralgia, which means there is a nerve in your face with three nerve endings. One, two, or all three of these nerve endings could possibly become inflamed. In my case, all three nerve endings were inflamed.

Today's Miracle Monday is a memory of Brother Randy Ciccati's about how God protected his family from what could've been a terrible disaster.

One year when I was growing up, my parents decided to drive to Lorain, Ohio and help my grandparents move to Cape Coral, Florida where they were going to retire. In those years, Cape Coral met at a yacht club. Yes, I have been to the infamous branch known as “The Yacht Club.” My brother had just turned 16 and got his driver’s license, and my grandparents were giving him a car they no longer needed. Not wanting to drive two cars back to California, my father decided to tow the 1964 white Mercury sedan back to California.