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.

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.