I am not overly religious, but I have faith, and I believe in god. I don't go to Church, i'm not of any regular "Religion" as they are known, nor do I preach the word of god to anyone. My faith is inside, personal, and is a important part of my life. But with that being said, I don't consider myself religious in the sense that people define it nowadays. You won't find crosses all over my house, nor will you find me talking about God to anyone..
I've had several major things in my life that have happened to confirm my faith in "God". Profound things, that just can't be explained. As a skeptical person, these were hard to deal with at first, then I just left them flow, and knew there had to be a reason for them... I will tell you abridged versions of these stories.. But much of my faith has arisen in the last year or two because of these events.
In 2003, my son had a massive allergic reaction to Antibiotics - they call this disease "Stevens Johnson Syndrome", and it has about a 90% mortality rate. Basically, your body reacts improperly to antibiotics, and attacks itself, one of the worst parts of this, is your skin blisters up, and can actually fall off.. My son was critical, he was dying, and there is absolutely no cure for this. All we could do was sit and watch at the hospital, I watched my son wither away to nothing in a matter of days. The smell of death was thick around his room, you could literally smell his organs begin shutting down. I prayed, nonstop, day and night to have my son not die. I prayed to god that I would change my ways, i'd be a better father, and I would value my times with my children more than ever before. I prayed, I asked everyone I knew to pray.. Well, to make a long story short, one day, he just got better. Doctors were baffled, my wife is a nurse at the hospital where he was, she was baffled. They call him their "Miracle Boy" there, because literally, his recovery was miraculous. I don't care what anyone says, but I know God gave me my boy back.
In October, 2004, I my father died suddenly, and unexpectedly. My father was my best friend in life, someone that I admired more than anyone. He was the greatest guy ever, and I loved him more than I can put into words. Yet in an instant, he was gone... I can't even begin to put into words how broken I was about this. When I recieved word of his death, that night I brought a plane ticket, and the next morning I flew down to Florida to handle things. The only people that knew that he died at that time, were immediate family. Anyway, the day after I arrived in Florida, my wife called me rather frantic on the phone, saying "Theres a giant concrete angel in our front yard!!!!". My wife woke up in the morning, got the kids up, and my son went to the window and said "Mom, theres a angel in the front yard, looking me.".. My wife looked out, and sure enough, a large conrete angel, somehow, overnight, was "Placed" in our front yard. Throughout the day, neighbors were seen gawking at the angel, and eventually the police showed up, and said "We had a report of this missing from a church about 3 miles from here, and when one of your neighbors called to report this in your yard, we figured out where it ended up!"... Somehow, a 300-500lb+ Angel, made of solid conrete, that would take 5 men and a truck to move, was gently placed in our yard, facing our house... Considering that NOONE in the city knew my father died, and only a few immediate family knew, and most of them were out of state ...... If thats not a sign, what is?
The second "sign", my sister and I were in Florida handling my dads things, we decided to take his car, and run some errands.. It was night, and pouring down rain, horrible driving conditions, and worse, I was on roads I was unfamiliar with, driving a car I had never driven before.. The windows fogged up VERY badly, and I was unable to see, and I was travelling about 55 down the road. I looked for the defogger, and couldn't find it - unfamiliar dashboard/control layout. My sister looked, and couldn't find it, and said "Just pull over, and lets look over the controls.".. At that exact point, suddenly the defoggers and defrosters all turned on in the vehicle, and in seconds the window cleared up, just in time for me to slam on my brakes and not run a red light at a fairly busy intersection... Being a skeptic, I called the dealer that sells this car, and they assured me, they don't have any sort of auto defog mechanism in it.. I took my search to google, and found absolutely nothing about this.. Finally, I read the entire owners manual, and sure enough, there is no automagic defog/defrost system in the vehicle... Another sign? What else could it have been?
I had other smaller incidents like this from my father. When I was in Florida going through his things, there was just so much of it, we mostly ended up throwing out boxes of magazines and papers without checking them. Oddly enough, I got a "Feeling" that I should dig through the trash and look in a particular box. I went along with that feeling, and searched that box, and in the very bottom, I found my fathers precious baby book - it was out in the trash, just hours from being picked up by the garbage man.. Something like that was absolutely precious to my dad, and as such, more precious to me than I can even describe in words... Things like this have done nothing but strengthened my faith and beliefs, but I remain private in those beliefs, and do not practice any specific religion, or go to church. I pray everynight, and do believe in god.