Today's lost-and-found Miracle Monday comes from Sister Cindy Henderson. She shares what happened when her Book of Mormon went missing.

Over the years, when I've misplaced or lost various items, I’ve learned to stop what I’m doing and kneel and ask God to direct my mind to walk to the area where the item was set down. He has helped me quickly find keys, important papers, and other things that were not in their usual place.

I'm in the habit of leaving my scriptures in a book bag when I’m done reading. Recently, I placed my Book of Mormon on the end table in our family room. I decided to pick it up when a visitor came to buy some of my school resources. My fear was that this book would accidentally get packed up with the boxes of books she was purchasing. (I’d had several books on display in my family room for her to browse at her leisure, so anything non-school related got moved to another room.)

Today's Miracle Monday is from Sister Janet Oestreicher, and it's the first that corresponds to our April theme, which is "lost and found." We love this testimony because it's actually a "reverse" lost and found. Sister Janet's doctors found something but then … read on to see what happened.

On March 1, 2017, I had surgery on my back. For three months, I had been experiencing severe pain in my right leg and could barely walk. I have an excellent neurosurgeon who ordered an MRI that showed I had a herniated disc that was pressing on a nerve. It needed surgery.

Today is the first miracle for our March theme, which is "big decisions." We're sharing an experience submitted by Brother Paul Pezzenti about how he knew it was time to move his family from one branch of the church to another.

In August 1987 at an Ohio District Conference in Warren, I listened to Evangelist Fred Olexa open the meeting. After a powerful, spirit-filled message, he began to stress the need for missionary work within The Church.

My dad, the late Brother Tim Capone, had a dream before asking for his baptism. His dream has been one of the most impactful things in my life. I know some of you may remember this, and some may not, so I want to share it with you.

In the dream, my dad was walking on the top of a fence line, and on one side of the fence, it was beautiful. He saw family and church members on that side, and they were all smiling, and it was good. On the other side, it was dark and evil. He could hear the devil laughing at him.

God still performs miracles today. Agree or disagree?

I think many of you would agree that this statement is true. We see evidence of God all around us — in the beauty and order of the natural world, in the love we share with the saints, in the Holy Spirit that works on and in us when we hear or read His word.

But there are times when this "evidence of God" becomes strikingly clear in our lives. Something extraordinary happens, and there's no satisfactory explanation other than God moved on our behalf.

Today's Miracle Monday was submitted by Sister Cindy Henderson, and it highlights the power of prayer and God's healing touch.

Have you ever been immediately delivered from a physical affliction? Today, I share a blessing times three. Back in 2000, I was in the chemotherapy phase of treatment for breast cancer. A few months into the treatments, I found myself getting weaker, lacking energy, and extremely fatigued. My husband had carefully altered his work schedule so that I was not left alone for any long periods.

Today, we're bringing you another dream-themed Miracle Monday, this time from Sister Marie (Kimmel) Fallavollitti. Enjoy!

My son, Joseph, was about 3 years old and liked to play outside in an area of our backyard where the ground had a deep indentation. For some time, this troubled me, but he especially liked playing with a little shovel and dump truck on this area, so I ignored my concern.

Today, we're kicking off our dream-themed Miracle Monday with this interesting experience sent by Sister Patty Machnik. Enjoy!

This is an experience that my mother, Vanna Ignagni, had shortly after joining the church. She'd come to America from Italy where she'd been a devout Catholic not long before. Because she had never heard of people having dreams sent from God before coming to The Church of Jesus Christ, she didn't know whether she believed that they actually were from God.

This month, we're replaying some of the Miracle Mondays of the past that have received the highest number of hits on the blog website. Today's is from Nov. 3, 2013, and it was submitted by Sister KarenJo Pandone. It's a testimony transcribed from the journal of her father, Brother Joseph Milantoni.

This month, we're taking you back to some of our most popular Miracle Monday submissions from the past. Today's post was submitted by Sister Mary Ann Heaps and originally published on May 12, 2014. Enjoy!

I want to honor the Lord for protecting my late husband Rusty Heaps in battle during his service with the U.S. Navy during WWII.

May is a good month for me to tell this story – May 1 is “May Day” (an international stress signal), May 8 is VE Day, May 16 was Rusty’s birthdate, May 17 is Armed Forces Day and May 30 is the traditional Memorial Day.

When Rusty was in training, he left the U.S. on a large seafaring vessel that looked something like the one pictured in this article.

For the month of January, we're featuring some of our most popular Miracle Monday posts from the past. If you're new to the blog or missed these somehow, then we hope you enjoy these re-posts. Today's article is from Sept. 16, 2014, and it's a testimony submitted by Brother Jerry Valenti. 

In my 28 years in the ministry, it had never happened to me ... until Sunday, July 27, 2014. On that day, I stepped up to the sacrament table and poured the wine into the glasses as I have done on so many occasions.

This Sunday, as I moved the glasses into position on the table, one of them suddenly tipped right over, banging loudly against the table and spilling the wine across the white cloths. It was dripping off the sides of the table and onto the rug.

We hope that you had a wonderful Christmas Day yesterday celebrating the birth of our Savior Jesus Christ! Today, we're bringing you one more Christmas testimony. This miracle was recorded by Sister Enza Pusillo — it's her mother’s testimony as she remembers it.

February 1970 was a devastating time for our family; we suffered a loss that would rock our world. My mother and father had four daughters. I was No. 2 in the lineup and was 9 years old at the time.

My mother was in the hospital recovering from surgery. My father and oldest sister, who was 11, went to visit to her but never made it there. On the way, they had an accident, and my sister died from a traumatic head injury.

We saw dark days of sorrow and mourning.

Today’s Miracle Monday is one that we published in 2012, an experience from Brother Edison B. Abraham, a member of The Church in the Philippines.

Christmas is and always will be a special season for me. I was born to a Christmas-believing family, and Dad would always read to us the story of the very first Christmas from the Bible (Matthew 2 and Luke 2). He used to say that Jesus was not born on December 25, and I believed him, but we celebrated Christmas anyway because of the spirit of love and joy that it brought to the world.

Today we're bringing you another gratitude-themed Miracle Monday from Sister Lynette Huttenberger.

On November 16, 2014, a miracle happened in our family for which I will be forever thankful to God. It also happened because of you, the saints of The Church of Jesus Christ who prayed. Webster defines "thankful" as expressing gratitude and relief. I want to express my gratitude to you and relief.

My daughter, Michelle Watson, and her husband, Michael, called to see if they could stop by our home prior to church that Sunday morning. It was a region conference meeting, and we were a bit puzzled by the request. Immediately, I thought, "It must be bad news."

Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony from Brother Rich Nath about a time when he was at a career crossroad, and God showed him what to do through His word. Enjoy!

By early 2007, I had been working shifts for over six years. Although my mind loved working the night shift, my body was starting to get weak. I worked a four-on, four-off schedule, and when on nights, it was taking me two of my four off days to recover. I asked my managerial team if there were going to be any future openings in the department that didn’t require shift work. The answer was there were no current or foreseeable plans for any.