Today's Miracle Monday is an encore by Brother Anthony Scolaro, who shares a school-themed story that happened while he was pursuing his graduate degree. We hope this is a bright spot in your Labor Day celebrations.

Twenty years ago, I attended graduate school while holding down a full time job. To complete the program within the allotted three years, one summer class each year for the first two years. The summer semester crammed 16 weeks of study into eight weeks, so I elected to take my two least favorite courses during those summers, thinking to lessen the pain.

One of those classes, statistics, required more study and concentration than any course I'd ever taken. The final exam counted as 40 percent of my grade, and going into it, I knew I had to do really well to pass.

There's no Miracle Monday theme for August, so we're sharing an assortment of experiences that you've sent to us. Today's is from Brother Anthony Scolaro.

About 30 years ago on an early spring weekend, a group of young people from the Great Lakes Area MBA drove up to the Six Nations reservation in Ontario, Canada, about 180 miles away, to visit the mission there. We filled a half-dozen cars, including mine, and left the Detroit area on Saturday morning, planning to stay overnight and return home Sunday after enjoying a time of fellowship and worship.

Today, we are sharing a miracle experience from Sister Debbie Kyriakakos. Enjoy!

This miracle took place in the summer of 1987 when I was pregnant with my third child. One afternoon, I decided to stop at a local strawberry stand with my other two children. It was located on a road that ran along quite a steep hill. I pulled into the top of the rock-covered driveway. I parked the car directly in front of the strawberry stand. I turned off the engine and told my kids to stay in the car. The younger of the two was in a car seat, and I told him to stay in it. I would only be a couple minutes, and I could see them clearly.

Today we're kicking off the first day of August as well as the first of our "miscellaneous" Miracle Mondays. Today's testimony is a sweet one by Sister Natalie Shawver.

My husband's grandfather passed away 13 months before we were married. I had the opportunity to get to know him prior to his passing and always enjoyed his company at family events. Both of my grandfathers passed away when I was 15, so it was nice to have an adopted grandfather years later, so to speak.

Although we were saddened he wouldn't be present physically on our wedding day, we learned later he was smiling down.

Today we are wrapping up our month of conversion testimonies for Miracle Monday with this submission from Sister Joyce Smith. Enjoy!

January 2, 2016 was my 44th spiritual birthday. I was baptized on the first Sunday of the New Year in 1972 at 18 years old. A newlywed of four months, I asked for my baptism at the New Year's watch service.

Coming from a different denomination and attending catechism, I had heard stories from the Bible and about God. But it wasn't until I walked through the doors of The Church of Jesus Christ in San Fernando, California that I felt God. I felt His Spirit in that building and a special love from all the people.

We're wrapping up our kid-themed Miracle Mondays with this testimony from Sister Mary Ann Heaps regarding the children of the Forest Hills Branch, Florida, who, according to our sister, shake hands with the adults every Sunday, offer sweet testimonies thanking God, and are a blessing to everyone there.

Matthew 18:2-3: And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them, And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.” In addition to this, I can add, “And little children’s prayers are sincere and will be answered.”

Jesus loves the little children … what comes next? … all the children of the world. Today, we're sharing two kid-related miracles that happened in the mission field. Enjoy!

By Brother Deo in Burundi, Africa, told in his own words

There has been a miracle in the church of Burundi: one child was seriously sick. He is three years old and had blood coming from his nose, and pus from his ears. As his mother testifies, the child had done a long time with that sickness, and flies were always flying on and around him.

Today's Miracle Monday is a kid-themed testimony submitted by Sister Donna Amormino. Enjoy!

When our daughter, Celeste, was about 5 years old, she had many sore throats. One winter season, she had been sick for about three straight nights with a high temperature. I didn't get much rest. So, on Saturday night, my husband, Brother Eugene, offered to take care of our child so I could get some sleep.

Today, we're kicking off our June theme, kids and children, with this sweet story submitted by Brother Tim Scolaro. Enjoy!

When I was 3 years old and things were relatively tight financially for my parents, they had our sofa reupholstered with a fabric that had a texture with raised loops and grooves running in a grid between the raised areas. I somehow got my hands on a red Bic ballpoint pen and discovered that I could run it up and down the grooves and leave a streak of red ink in the recessed grooves, which seemed really cool to a 3-year-old.

For today's Miracle Monday, we're sharing a travel-related experience from Sister KarenJo Pandone. Enjoy!

My husband, Michael, and I recently went to Calgary, Alberta in an effort to share the Gospel with the Native Americans in that area. We had a wonderful week with the Turley family and in all the meetings that we had with the various native groups. Early on Monday morning, the time came to leave, and Brother Rob and Sis Brenda formed a circle with us and asked the Lord to protect our travels home.

When I completed the online check-in for our flights the day before, the airline asked if we would be willing to give up our seats should the need arise. I said yes, which I've done many times before, but the airlines had never actually taken me up on this offer. I told Michael about it and excitedly said, "Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could actually get vouchers for our next trip to Calgary this year?" Times are not easy and the NAOC budget, like all other budgets, has been drastically cut.

For today's Miracle Monday, we're sharing a testimony from Brother Jim Sgro. Enjoy!

When my son, Jimmy, was a young boy, he had an accident falling off his skateboard. He hit his head very hard and passed out. That night, when I got home from work, my wife, Lynda, told me what had happened. Jimmy had a small bump on his head, so I anointed him, and everything seemed to be all right.

The next day, I went to work and, during the day, Lynda called me and told me that the bump on Jimmy's head had gotten bigger and that she was going to take him to the emergency room. I told her that I would meet her at the hospital.

Spring may be here, but that doesn't necessarily mean that wacky weather is behind you. If you're still experiencing the odd snowstorm or crazy downpour, here are the last of our weather-related Miracle Mondays to encourage you!

Submitted by Sister Karen Pezzenti

Youngstown, Ohio had one of its worst winter blizzards in 1978. One day, after the snow wouldn’t stop falling and the wind wouldn’t stop blowing, I left the hospital in Salem, where I worked, and began my drive home, which was full of winding country roads without any streetlights.

For today's Miracle Monday, we're sharing a weather-related testimony from Sister Cindy Henderson.

When our family arrived one Sunday morning in Muncey, Canada, the saints there were surprised that we planned on staying for the service due to a snowstorm that had started. During Sunday school and the morning service, the snow increased.

After a quick lunch with the brothers and sisters — and a prayer for the journey — Brothers Pete Capone Sr. and John Buffa Sr. got in one car, and Brother Larry, our children, and I got in our car, and we headed home. For a short while, our cars followed one another, but then we each turned on the snow-covered highways toward our separate destinations.

We hope that you enjoyed the Psalm 19 Memory Challenge the past two weeks. Today, we're picking back up with Miracle Monday by bringing you two weather-related testimonies.

Submitted by Brother Mario Zaccagnini

It was a dark, moonless night in 1995, and it was raining very hard. A group of brothers, including myself, had just finished a project at the Inner City Branch in Detroit, Michigan, and we decided to drive home. Brother Gary Champine was behind the wheel of his cargo van; I was in the passenger seat; Brother Tim Capone sat in between us on a milk crate.

Today, we're sharing a bonus Miracle Monday that has elements of angels and weather, just like yesterday's! Thank you, Brother Larry Champine for submitting this one.

The Autumn of 2000 was a particularly challenging time for me. Along with the regular, daily concerns and demands of life, I was dealing with some very difficult situations related to my businesses, some issues in my extended family that needed careful resolution, and my many responsibilities in The Church, including my new role as the presiding elder of the large Detroit Branch #1.