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.

Today's Miracle Monday is an experience from Sister Rosanne Champine on our theme of "reading scripture." Enjoy!

When I was a little girl, one of my favorite hymns was a chorus we often sang in MBA:

“Only to be what He wants me to be, every moment of every day.
Yielded completely to Jesus alone, every step of the pilgrim way.
Just to be clay in the Potter’s hand, ready to do what His word commands.
Only to be what He wants me to be every moment of every day."

Today, we're kicking off our month of scripture-reading themed Miracle Mondays with a testimony from Sister Juliette Coppa.

The same week the ministry approached me about the office of a deaconess, my husband and I received an eviction notice. Our apartment complex would be doing a complete renovation of our building and gave us 60 days to be out. The complex told us that we could move into another building, so we spent the next day in fasting and prayer before seeing the available units. The Lord had directed us to this apartment a year ago, and we were confident God would take care of the situation.

Today should be our last school-themed Miracle Monday, but we didn't have enough submissions to fill the month. So, instead of a story, we're bringing you a request.

Wanted: Your Testimony

As today's post exemplifies, we can't share stories that we don't receive. That's where you come in. Tell us about the things that God has done for you. Recent. Long past. Big. Small. We love testimonies of all kinds. We try to spark your memory by providing a monthly theme, but we're happy to accept whatever you have to share whenever you feel to share it. 

Today we've got another school-themed Miracle Monday for you. This story is submitted by Lucky to Graduate.

I was baptized when I was a senior in high school, so I was still a relatively new member of The Church when I began college. This had obvious benefits, as I was able to approach the whole experience in a prayerful manner.

However, it also created some challenges. I resolved to read the entire Book of Mormon that year, so I carried it with me to school, reading it in between classes. I also was so enjoying attending church that I not only attended my own branch and MBA meetings but I also regularly visited the MBA meetings of another nearby branch. Studying? I’d be fitting that in when the exams came around.

It's History Week on the Gospel Blog! We asked General Church Historian Brother Larry Watson to select some memorable testimonies and miracles from The Church history books. Hopefully reading them here will inspire you to read the hard copies for even more blessings.

The following experience was received by Sister Anna Frances Colangelo in 1925, shortly after she was baptized into The Church and is related by her daughter, Sister Fannie Colangelo Casasanta.

It's History Week on the Gospel Blog! We asked General Church Historian Brother Larry Watson to select some memorable testimonies and miracles from The Church history books. Hopefully reading them here will inspire you to read the hard copies for even more blessings.

Sunday evening, May 5, 1974, would begin like any other MBA. Evangelist George Johnson was to present his lesson, “The Resurrection of Christ.” But, before he began, a small girl was brought up to be anointed for a lump on her neck the size of a lemon. A powerful, spirited prayer followed. The girl returned to her seat, and the bottle of oil was placed on the corner of the rostrum.

Brother Johnson began his lesson. Brother Richard Scaglione describes:

It's History Week on the Gospel Blog! We asked General Church Historian Brother Larry Watson to select some memorable testimonies and miracles from The Church history books. Hopefully reading them here will inspire you to read the hard copies for even more blessings.

As with many evangelistic works in their early stages, miracles marked the beginning of the Muncey work. And, perhaps, more so than other people, the Native Americans have long stood in the greatest need of miracles, suffering the more troublesome ills of society and being all too well acquainted with hardship and grief. Those who accepted the Gospel witnessed the matchless Power of the Lord in dealing with their trials.

Surprise! It's History Week on the Gospel Blog! We asked General Church Historian Brother Larry Watson to select some memorable testimonies and miracles from The Church history books. Hopefully reading them here will inspire you to read the hard copies for even more blessings.

Over the years, the saints have been given many remarkable experiences that have provided an ever-expanding view of the glory and majesty of God. One outstanding example of this was shared by Filomina Rullo many years ago. She and her husband, who were both members of the Catholic Church, were born in Italy, and immigrated to America in 1912. Filomina writes:

I began to lose my health, and by 1916 I was bedfast. This condition lasted for most of seven long years. As a last resort, a specialist was called in. He told my husband that I had only a few more hours to live.

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.