Today's Miracle Monday is the testimony of Sister Ruth Gehly, and it answers the question, "How did God lead you to your spouse?"

My father’s job moved my family many places when I was growing up. By the time we landed in Alabama, life blossomed and my world began to revolve around my social life: girlfriends, dating, church youth group, Friday night football games, spend-the-night parties, school clubs and activities, and the independence that comes with learning to drive. Talk about a bombshell when I learned the news that we would be moving to West Virginia. I will never forget the teacher who told me that we were moving to a very “dirty” city. What was happening?

The next year-and-a-half was not great. It was so awkward stepping into a world where social circles had been established for years. I always felt on the perimeter. And, yes, the chemical plants in the big city nearby cast many unpleasant odors downwind. Most of all my heart ached to return to where I fit in and felt loved and accepted.

Today's article answers the question, how did God direct you to your spouse? Here is Sister KarenJo Pandone's testimony.

The week before the 1991 GMBA Campout, I received a phone call from the brother who was in charge of seminars asking me if I could teach a seminar for one day at the upcoming camp. First of all, I’m not a teacher, and it's not something that comes very easy to me. Second, I was in charge of registration at the camp, and the last week is extremely busy, preparing the registration packets and getting last minute things done.

My first reaction, and also my first answer was, No! Several phone calls later, this brother persisted with his plea and said, “You won’t be alone. You’ll be teaching it with someone else. Brother Mike Pandone.”

I was raised in The Church by parents who felt motivated to attend as many church activities and conferences as possible; therefore, I knew quite a few people from numerous locations. But this was a name that wasn’t familiar to me at all. I know Pandones, but I’d never heard of this guy. Who is he? The brother went on to explain that he was from Youngstown, Ohio, and was the head deacon at this year’s camp. Eventually I broke down and said I’d help — but don’t expect too much.

Today, we're bringing you two Miracle Monday testimonies that respond to this month's question, "How did God direct you to your spouse?"

From Sister Stefanie Arcuri

Dan and I met for the first time at GMBA Camp in 2005. I was 16, and he was 19. We long-distance dated between Pittsburgh and Phoenix, but it didn't work out for us that time.

We kept in touch over the years and reconnected at another GMBA Camp in 2013. At that camp, we decided to start reading a chapter a day of The Book of Mormon and then discuss what we read. Not only did that force us to talk on the phone every day, but it also brought us closer to God together.

After a few months of talking as friends, we decided to give dating another try. Unfortunately, the spark just wasn't there for us that time either!

I began to pray that God would make things work out for us because Dan and I both knew we loved each other. I prayed this prayer every day for a year — without anyone knowing — and had the chance to go to Arizona to visit Dan in January 2015.

Thankfully, God heard my prayers, and ever since then, we knew that He had a plan for us to be together.

Today for Miracle Monday, we're sharing the testimony of Brother Daniel Rios, where he describes a time when he got hopelessly lost.

When I was fresh out of college and a bit distanced from the Lord, I partied a lot. I spent many days and nights trying to please others, which not only made me grow farther from God, but blinded me to some of His miracles.

At one such party, I remember being separated from my group of friends late at night, getting obscenely lost on a large college campus. The myriad streets all looked the same, especially in the darkness of that freezing night. The winds blew, the cold biting me and finding a way into my very bones. My cell phone had died, and with no understanding of my surroundings, I literally wandered alone in the freezing cold darkness for hours on end. (This was a huge college campus).

Today, we're sharing a dream had by Sister Ozie B. Mathis, as recorded in the February 1954 issue of The Gospel News.

I am so happy, my heart is overflowed with joy to have such a great desire to serve my Saviour. Through a testimony of Sister Carlini, a dear friend of mine, and she gave that testimony to me. After she did, I tried to forget the wonderful news, but Jesus never leaves His children alone.

Today, we're sharing the testimony of Sister Eva Moore, abridged from the original in the March 1951 issue of The Gospel News.

At the age of 26 I decided I wanted to be a Christian. I had three little children and I decided that God belonged in our home, that we would be happy in no other way. I began to read the Bible and literature of all kinds, books on Christianity, and I listened to radio programs. They preached, "Believe only Believe." I would cry out, "Oh Lord, I believe," yet, my soul was not satisfied.

After belonging [to a church for] two years, I realized something was lacking in our lives. There was no change to speak of in my husband. I wasn't happy. Was this all that we would get out of Christianity? I was known as a good Christian woman, but my soul was empty. I would cry myself to sleep at nights. My heart grew heavy. Ours was not a Christian home, although we took the children to Sunday School, and we attended church regularly. We also began going to other churches, including The Church of Jesus Christ.

Some of my favorite testimonies are the ones where God gets personal, speaks my language, tailors a blessing specifically for me. Where I feel like He actually hears ME, among millions of prayers, and actually cares to answer. This is one of those testimonies.

Before we start, I need to mention that you’re all getting a treat today because Sister Aubrey Obradovich Sullivan co-wrote this blog with me, as it is just as much her experience — and now testimony — as it is mine. It’s an example of what God can do when our relationships are synced with Him and how He can use us in ways He couldn’t if we weren’t united in prayer.

It goes a little something like this.

Today's Miracle Monday, submitted by Sister Diana Houlihan, is a testimony about how God drew her to Him with mercy and love over time.

I was an evangelist's daughter. That might give you the impression I was raised in our church and never missed a single meeting. Your impression would be absolutely right on target. This didn't stop me from making every bad decision possible. You see, I didn't understand about Jesus at all or even the plan of salvation.

Dad was a stubborn man, very firm in his beliefs, and he wouldn't budge on anything he believed in. I, being a true Alessandro, followed in his footsteps. (Well, the stubborn part of it, anyway.) Throughout my teens and into my twenties, I wandered into and saw the rawer side of life. It wasn't until I hit my own personal bottom that I realized something had to change.

Today's article by Sister Stefanie Callens is another installment in the series, "The Day He Found Me."

In a few days on Sept. 21, it will be 22 years since I surrendered unto the Lord. I cannot believe how quickly time goes by!

I was at an Atlantic Coast Area Campout in New Jersey. At 14 years old, my plan was to hang out with my friends and maybe talk to some of the cute boys who were going to be there. As we were roasting marshmallows that Saturday night, my friend, the late Sister Stephanie Crupi, and I were talking with my dad and a couple other ministers about why we had to actually be called to get baptized.

We went to church on Sundays, prayed, and followed the Lord's teachings. Why couldn't we just be baptized then and there? Instead of preaching to us, the brothers simply told us to pray about it. If we woke up in the morning and the first thought we had was baptism, then we were being called, and that would be our day.

Today's article by Sister Colleen Moore is another installment in the series, "The Day He Found Me."

It was a cold, windy day on the morning of November 7, 1993. I had just recently turned 14 years old and I was in the eighth grade. I was just a kid. But, my heart's desire was to serve God and I had been praying about baptism. I had made it a matter of prayer and had asked God to show me a sign. I wanted something to reveal to me that the Lord was calling me.

While we were in church singing that day, I remember feeling a tug on my heart and feeling emotional. I prayed and asked God to send me a sign if He was calling me. The very next song that we sang was “Shall We Gather At The River.” That was my sign! We seemed to only sing that song at baptisms! I knew He was calling me, and I burst into tears as I felt His Spirit.

Today's article by Brother P. is another installment in the series, "The Day He Found Me."

I grew up in The Church of Jesus Christ. I was taught that one day I would feel the calling of God and would have to make a decision about whether or not I would accept that call and get baptized.

I was at a region campout when I felt that call, decided to get baptized, and was.

Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony of God's protection on the littlest among us, submitted by Sister Michelle Watson.

One Friday morning, my 4-year-old son, Henry, was watching me drink a cup of coffee. We talked about how hot it was and that it could burn if you weren't careful. For some reason, I told Henry about how a cup of hot coffee spilled on his Uncle Ryan's head when he was a little boy. Ryan should've been badly burned, but God protected him, and he came away from the incident without a mark on him. (You can read that miracle story here.)

Today's article by Brother Rich Nath is another installment in the series, "The Day He Found Me."

June 20, 1993, GMBA Campout at Antiochian Village in Ligonier, PA. That’s the day the Lord called me. The story actually begins the day before. Someone told me, “You know, they preach baptism at camp.” I laughed and said, “That’s the furthest thing from my mind. I’m going to play football with the guys.” The priorities of a 15-year-old aren’t always what we would hope them to be. I admit that when I left for camp that Saturday afternoon, baptism was nowhere near the top of my priority list.

Sunday morning at camp, we had a very nice meeting, and the young people sang a few songs. The only one I remember was, “A New Name Written Down in Glory.” Throughout the day, that song stuck with me, but I didn’t think anything of it. It was a catchy tune, and I kept humming it. We had dinner, and I got ready for the evening meeting.

Today's article by Sister Natalie Shawver is another installment in the series, "The Day He Found Me."

I never really had any doubts that I would one day make a decision to join The Church of Jesus Christ.

Born into the Gospel and raised by godly parents, I wanted to make a commitment like they had — and also welcome true joy into my life. I never questioned whether it was the right choice to make or not; I simply just wanted to ensure I was making it at the right time, as it isn’t something to be taken lightly.

In 2002, the Cincinnati Branch was blessed to host a Youth In Action (YIA) tour. Many young brothers and sisters from around the country came to spend a week with us passing out fliers, inviting the community to various events we held, and uplifting our small group. I was fortunate to meet new friends and spend a week with others who held the same beliefs as me (even though I wasn’t baptized yet).

Today's article by Sister Mallory Batson is the first one in our fall series called, "The Day He Found Me." For the next few weeks, you'll hear stories from our columnists of how they asked for their baptisms. We hope that these articles inspire you to think back on the day you were baptized — or forward to the day you will make the commitment.

How will I know that it’s my time?

That is the one question about baptism I could never get answered to my satisfaction. What I heard most was “You’ll just know,” and for someone as analytical as me, that answer drove me crazy.

The day I asked for my baptism, I wasn’t thinking about baptism at all. It was Sunday at GMBA conference in Greensburg, Pennsylvania, and frankly, I was only there to see my friends. I had met some of my very best friends at campout the year prior, and I asked my parents to take me anywhere I knew they would be.