I was raised in an athiest household, but I found myself needing God, and became a Christian, baptized at age 30. I talk to God all the time. The biggest thing for me, as far as a spiritual moment where I had some Godly intervention occured in my early 20’s. I was a passenger in my friends car, we were in a small honda. We were driving to Duluth (in March) and it was flipping hot in the car, so I took my seatbelt off with the intent of taking my jacket off. Immediately, I heard a voice in my head yell, PUT ON YOUR SEATBELT. Within a minute of clicking it back on. We were near the driveway of the Holiday gas station, and a huge boat of a car pulled out in front of us (V8 engine steel body) the driver couldn’t see past the huge snowbank that was piled high next to the driveway. We slammed on the breaks, and hit the rear panel of the car, barely made a scratch on her car, ours was totalled. The front end damage was unbelievable. I am convinced that I wouldn’t be here, if I didn’t listen to that voice telling me to put my seatbelt back on. Definitely, a divine intervention moment, and I don’t question it. Another example was when I met my guy. I was living with my first husband in Austin Texas, and I was getting ready to move back to Canada (he met someone online, and our marriage was not going to work). I was driving past the mail kiosks and seen this really nice looking, very tall police officer (uniform) and he caught my eye. Fast forward over a decade later, in 2011, a friend I had made the year before when I was visiting Austin visiting other friends I had when I was living there. A work collegue of hers and I were bantering on her facebook wall for the six months prior to my trip and she said it was evident that he and I had the same sense of humor, and insisted that we meet. She set up an imprompteau lunch date when I stepped foot off the plane. We met, and he called when I returned to Canada, and then invited me to visit him back in Austin. It was on that visit, that we were driving by William Cannon on route to Salt Lick in Driftwood for BBQ. Aside from the fact that we both knew a few of the same people, he and I found out we both lived in the same apt complex at the same time. We got a kick out of the fact that it was he, I seen getting his mail at the kiosk a decade before, and now, he is going to be my husband. All the twists and turns, and the fact that we both live in different countries… we both believe that God had a hand in getting us together. Oh, and one more story I can share that is equally cool. My mom was doing geneology back in 2003. Her dad passed away when she was 6 in a boating accident, and she felt this urge to return to where she grew up. So her and I and my then boyfriend all went on a road trip, and we were near Dryden (a very small town), I felt the urge for mcdonalds, so I pulled into the walmart where there was a mcdonalds. We stood in line, and placed our order, then sat down with our lunch. My mom pulled out a bit of paperwork and was excitedly talking about going to where she grew up. There was an elderly gentleman that was sitting at a table adjoining ours, and he overheard our converstation and started to pipe up. He not only went to public school wayyy back with her dad, but also had pictures and knew his extended family. OMG. As a rule I don’t advocate going to a strangers house, but for some reason, we did. He not only showed us old yearbooks, but gave us phone numbers of family in the area. And lo, behold, when he called, we found out there was a family reunion in full swing, and yes, we had to be there. That was my third example of Godly intervention. So, yes, I believe, I feel that God is very present even if I go through bad things in life, I have always been able to find the good that comes from it.