Today's Miracle Monday is a short, sweet dream submitted by Sister Virginia Surprenant.

Years ago, I had a dream where I was being examined by an eye doctor who I was working for at the time. The doctor had his back to me and told me that I needed glasses and showed me the glasses. To me, they were not what I would have chosen, as they had clear lenses.

Today's Miracle Monday comes from the pages of the February 1948 issue of The Gospel News, originally titled, "A Vision," written by Sister Marietta Ruzzi.

On Thursday December 11, '47 while lhe Ladies Uplift Circle was united in fasting and prayer at the Divine Church, Detroit, I saw the following vision:

"I saw a beautiful tree which stood right in front of the pulpit, where the sacrament table stands. This tree was all gold, even the leaves and the fruit were gold, and its brightness was beyond description.

Today's Miracle Monday is a dream submitted by Sister Anonymous. We're sharing it because we think it's a pretty powerful message, but we're also hoping to demonstrate that we're open to anonymous submissions if you feel that's the best way to go in sharing your testimony.

Like many women, I try to look my best. There is nothing inherently bad about presenting a pretty, put-together outward appearance.

But, for myself, I know that I put a lot of stock in my looks. For example, I can't remember the last time I left the house without putting on makeup.

Today's Miracle Monday comes from the May 1946 edition of The Gospel News. The anonymous letter writer tells the story of how the Lord touched a brother named Chester.

Brother Cadman:

I am writing you relative to Brother Chester who became ill on Feb. 19th after coming home from work. He ate his supper and soon after went to the kitchen and on returning to his bedroom, he lost the use of his limbs and fell and cut himself above the left eye, and with Sister Chester's help, he got to bed.

Today's Miracle Monday is for all of you who are job hunting right now. This is an experience from Sister Marie McGuire.

It was a beautiful, sun-shiny early summer day in St. Louis County, Missouri, 1959. I was home with my children in the early afternoon. My companion, Harry, was out looking for work.

There was a knock at the back door.

Standing there was a stranger, a neatly dressed elderly man with grayish-white hair and a trimmed beard. He politely asked me if I had anything for him to eat.

Today's Miracle Monday is a story of protection from Brother Tim Scolaro that puts an interesting perspective on life's mishaps.

We were going home from Southwest Campout on a holiday weekend with the family in our minivan. We had been driving for over three hours through rural mountains and desert on two-lane highways. Along this drive, there are many stretches of road where you don't see a building for over 30 minutes at a time. Also, we did not have cell phones with us. (There was no coverage in those remote areas even if we had.)

Today's Miracle Monday comes to us from a personal account by Sister Marie McGuire. 

I gave birth to my first son, Mickey, on September 27, 1950. At the time, I was living with my in-laws in Missouri, while my husband, Harry, was serving in the Navy. After Mickey’s birth, the doctor came into my hospital room and told me that the baby had been born with a knot behind his ear about the size of a pea. He said the knot would grow rapidly in size. Naturally, as any first-time mother, I was very upset and frightened. I had no idea anything was wrong with my baby. He looked perfectly healthy.

When I was back at my in-laws with Mickey, I watched the knot closely. I noticed it had gotten larger — about the size of a nickel. On October 6, nine days after Mickey was born, the doctor paid a house call to see how the baby was doing. By this time, the mass had grown to the size of a quarter, and the doctor told me that they would have to perform surgery to remove it. They could not do surgery without my consent. It was imperative that I give him an answer immediately.

Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony of healing by Sister Michelle Watson.

Picture in your mind an old black-and-white movie. There's a beautiful actress on screen, impeccably dressed in silk, makeup perfect, hair just so. She learns some astonishing news of one kind or another, and her heavy-lidded eyes flutter and close. She gracefully crumples to the floor like a flower in a dead faint.

A few days ago, I fainted — something I've done more than once in my life — but it looked nothing like the silver-screen version. I awoke in the middle of the night, so I was dressed in wrinkled pajamas, hair tangled, and I fell log-style onto my bathroom tile with a thunderous "Timber!" smacking the left side of my skull hard on the floor.

Let me begin by saying that I am truly humbled and honored to have been called and ordained as an Apostle of The Church of Jesus Christ. If you were able to attend yesterday’s Sunday service at the General Church Conference, then you heard me relate three dreams that I was blessed with that confirmed for me my calling as an Apostle. I believe it was no coincidence that “Dreams” was selected as the Miracle Monday theme for this month of April, so I am going to share my three dreams in today’s blog, especially for the benefit of those who were unable to attend the Conference.

My grandfather, the late Brother Peter Capone, was a prime example of a godly man. He was kind to everyone; he loved people; he loved the Lord; his smile lit up any room. When I would talk to him, his eyes always showed such kindness. Anyone who met him loved him. He was such a beacon of light — a man who served the Lord with all of his heart, a man others looked up to, a man who led others to Christ, a man who I was proud to call my grandpa.

Today's Miracle Monday is the testimony of Sister Marie McGuire, recorded in her own words (abridged slightly for length).

I shall relate to you my first major experience. It is as vivid in my mind as if it had occurred yesterday.

It was the summer of 1945 in Bronx, New York, and I was 16 years old. I traveled by train to Pennsylvania to spend a couple of weeks with the young people of The Church. When it was time for my vacation to end, I confirmed my train reservations to return back to Bronx. The young people accompanied me to the train station, and we said our goodbyes with tears streaming down our faces.

Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony from Sister Terri Nath. Enjoy!

Reading a recent Miracle Monday reminded me of a miracle God performed with our son, Jonathan. He was about 18 months old at the time, and he loved sitting and playing in cupboards. I had cleaned out one in my kitchen, so when I was working in there or cooking, he could play in it, and I knew he would be safe.

Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony from the late Sister Sarah Watson. This was recorded in her own words before she passed away.

My faith had never really been tested until my little boy, Larry, contracted a virus of the intestines when he was 1 year old, and he was unable to keep anything in his stomach, vomiting everything he ate. The doctor admitted him to the hospital, where he stayed for two weeks, getting fed intravenously. We got permission to bring him home, where he still couldn't keep down any food and became so weak that he was crying day and night. He had lost so much weight that he was just skin and bones. He was unable to lift his head, and he became extremely fragile.

Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony from Brother Jared Scolaro. For those of you struggling with school or managing your time, this one's for you.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned so far in graduate school, it’s that I would be hopeless without God’s merciful hand providing me with the strength to get through. This is one of many testimonies in which God reminded me that He alone is my strength.

One of my math classes this semester included two midterms. The material leading up to the first midterm was familiar to me, so I felt confident I'd perform well. The homework made sense, and I had plenty of time to study. When the test came around, I ended up with a pretty decent grade.

Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony of protection submitted by Sister Patty (Henderson) Rabe. This is an example of a close shave that's just way too close to be called a coincidence.

Even though this miracle occurred many years ago, it's as real to me as if it happened yesterday.

When I was 17 years old and just out of high school, something very scary happened to me. My mother was getting dinner ready and, realizing that we were out of milk, asked me to drive to the store for her. It was around dinnertime, but it was very dark outside because it was winter.