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.

Today's Miracle Monday is a touching story of family and heritage submitted by Sister KarenJo Pandone.

I just finished reading a Gospel Blog article that I related to very personally. I was reminded of when the Lord explained to me who I was in this world.

I was adopted as a 6-week-old infant and became the daughter of two loving parents who couldn’t have children. Brother Joe and Sister Rose Milantoni raised me in a loving home where I never wanted for anything. I knew from the moment I could understand that I was adopted. They always associated it with a positive twist: “They CHOSE me,” and “God GAVE me to them,” and “I was their ADOPTED sweetheart,” all of which made me feel very special — so much so that I would go up to perfect strangers and proudly announce, “I’m adopted!”

"And they brought young children to Him, that He should touch them: and His disciples rebuked those that brought them. But when Jesus saw it, He was much displeased, and said unto them, Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein." (Mark 10:13-15)

The above verses, though short, give us so much in terms of what Jesus was trying to teach when He was on Earth. The final remark says it all, that we must become as little children in order to enter into His kingdom. Basically, we need to love like them, rely upon our Heavenly Father like they rely on their parents, and have faith like them.

I have been made a very proud father as I have witnessed the faith my son has in the power of prayer. He’ll be 6 in mid-July, and he’s seen the power of God in his young life multiple times, and he is quick to ask me to pray with him or for him.

Today's Miracle Monday takes the form of a testimony. Brother George A. Kovacic shares his experiences serving as a missionary to Oklahoma.

It was a hot summer day, and I was a teenager, newly baptized, handing out leaflets with a very unusual message for most of the people I was giving them to. It was the summer of 1969, and I was in Anadarko, Oklahoma, with my grandfather, Evangelist Timothy Dominic Bucci.

We were going through the camp at the Indian Exposition sharing the message of the coming American Indian Moses. For me at the time, it was a sight to see — thousands of native people camped out for days on end.

Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony from Sister Lydia Zaino in response to our question, "How has God helped your children?"

God has blessed my family in so many ways I could never repay Him, but since we are speaking about children, I would like to share with you one of God's blessings that he did for our son, Michael, when he was about 4 years old and in preschool.

We had a meeting with his teacher, and she told us that he wasn't speaking in class at all and that he would sit in the corner very content by himself and would not intermingle with the other kids. He would hardly answer the teachers and would just keep his head down. She was very concerned about him and wanted to have him tested for various things.

For today's Miracle Monday, we're sharing more of a testimony than an experience. A sister in The Church told this story in response to the question, "When in your life did you have to choose between conforming to the world and being transformed by God? What did you learn?"

The sister shared about when she moved away from home for the first time to go to college. She lived in the dorms during her first semester in school, and she soon got to know all the girls who lived in her strip of hallway.

These girls habitually asked her to go out with them in the evenings to have a little fun, and one night, after declining several previous requests, she decided to join them. When they got to their destination, our sister felt so uncomfortable and out of place that she left and went back to the dorms. She wanted to be friendly with her fellow students, but she realized that she didn't want to do the things that they were doing.

For today's Miracle Monday, we reached out to Sister Rosanne and Brother Larry Champine and asked them to share some of the stories behind several of the songs that the Lord has given them. This particular story is about the song "We Shall Sing on the Mountain of the Lord."

I was raised in another faith with a limited understanding of the scriptures. As a member of a family band, music was a very important part of my life, but before I met The Church Of Jesus Christ and made my commitment to serve the Lord, I was never able to compose an original song.

When I joined The Church and accepted the Restored Gospel, words and melodies — many about my conversion and new relationship with the Lord — began to come forth in wonderful ways. As I was learning and growing, I had a great desire to understand the latter day promises, so I began to prayerfully study them. I became most impressed with Romans 14:11, "For it is written, As I live, saith the Lord, every knee shall bow to me, and every tongue shall confess to God."

Today's article was originally published by the Student Support Program in May 2013. Click here to read the full newsletter.

"Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son." (Luke 15:21)

The tale of the prodigal son is as universal as any of Jesus’ parables and is an important story about the Lord’s unfaltering and all-encompassing love for us. For me, this parable recalls my early college years as a young man searching for true happiness.

I grew up with the full knowledge and truth of The Church of Jesus Christ but was always reluctant to commit myself to a life of righteousness. I lived nearly two hours away from the nearest branch; I was ready to start college, and my 18-year-old self decided to not commit.

Today's Miracle Monday is a sweet story from Sister Elizabeth Azzinaro. This one's for the school-age kids out there who need a friend.

This is something that happened to me 19 years ago, but I felt like sharing to show that God can light up our darkest hour.

Of all the things we face, it is sad that bullying is still quite commonplace. It happened to me when I was in the fourth grade. A tough guy named Jeffrey was bullying me — probably because he was not getting nearly enough attention at home and he sought his attention through other means.

Today's Miracle Monday is a testimony of praise written by Sister Valerie Dulisse.

God takes care of every situation when we fervently pray! Our son, Steven, and soon-to-be daughter in law, Chelsie, were to be married in Hawaii on August 1.

My husband, Chuck, had recently passed out on an airplane, and when he had a nuclear stress test, the doctor found two blocked arteries. They immediately scheduled a heart catheterization, which they said had to be done a day after we were scheduled to fly out for the wedding. The doctor told Chuck that he should not fly until this was taken care of, even though Chuck told him our son was getting married.

For today's Miracle Monday, we're bringing you a testimony of God's timing from Sister Pat Valenti.

We all at times have things in life that weigh on us. For a period of time, it seemed that I was stuck in a downward spiral emotionally, causing me to somewhat withdraw and feel extreme anxiety.

At home, I have quite a large collection of indoor and outdoor plants. I thank my grandpa, Brother Russ Martorana, for my green thumb. The indoor ferns help to clean the indoor air, and the outdoor plants are great for harvesting (herbs, tomatoes, basil) and provide overall plant therapy!

The week before GMBA camp, the temperature at home had been climbing into the triple digits during the daytime, and I was watering my plants daily to keep them from getting burned or dried out.

Now, this may seem a bit trivial, but I've been nurturing some of them for four years, and I was pretty concerned about them dying when I went to camp. Plants need plenty of water; in 100-degree temperatures they can die in less than a day sometimes.

For today's Miracle Monday, we reached out to Sister Rosanne Champine and asked her to share some of the stories behind several of the songs that the Lord has given her. This particular story is about the song "Stand Up for the Restoration."

In the early 1980s, the General Church began preparing for the upcoming World Missionary Conference (the first of its kind). I had recently begun sharing a few songs God had given me and was asked if I would pray about a song that might help convey the story of Joseph, which would be told in photographs. I was not given anything more specific than that. So, pray I did … and the Lord began working with me.

My husband, Vaughn, passed away unexpectedly on October 25, 2017. We had been married for 48 years. Our two sons and their families and I miss him so very much.

After he passed away and all my family returned home, I was working in the kitchen and realized for the first time I could listen to my music, the Songs of Zion, any time and as loud as I wanted. Previously, sounds caused Vaughn to have severe tremors, so I tried to be as quiet as possible. I ran to the stereo and turned on the Songs of Zion — loud!

The first words sung were, "Jesus put His arms around me, brought me through a valley deep, to a mountain high and holy…" (No. 194, "Holy, Holy, Holy") I felt like Jesus had His arms around me as the song played. I felt such love, compassion, and peace enter into my body, heart, and soul. My body trembled, and I cried with the joy and peace and love that came into me. This lasted approximately 20 minutes.

I found out that a day or two prior to this, a sister in the church had a vision in which she saw Jesus hugging me.

Today's Miracle Monday is the conversion testimony of the late Brother Matthew T. Miller, as recorded in the July 1945 issue of The Gospel News.

I left Jamaica in 1919, spent one year in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, and in 1920 left Cuba and entered Tuskegee Institute, Alabama. I finished a seven-year course in Bible Training and Academics, with a satisfactory record in respect to scholarship, labor, and deportment, in three years, graduating May 24, 1923 as a nondenominational minister.