Here one tale of my book of stories of how I came to faith (began believing)...
One night, I was deeply troubled with many issues, I was trying to get to sleep, but I felt like I was wrestling with many things, I was tossing and turning, well some time passed, and my upstairs bedroom door was open, well, it closed, and I didn't think anything about that at first, because my roommate stays up late and sleeps downstairs, and sometimes when I have my upstairs door open, when he opens up the bottom downstairs front door (to go outside to smoke a cigarette usually) the change in pressure makes my upstairs door shut (get back to that in a minute)...
So my door shut and a few minutes later something very odd happened, I was laying on my side facing the wall, holding, almost clinching my covers that I had rolled up into a ball, anyways I felt someone sit, (and I felt the depression in my bed), next to my back, and I felt the most gentle brushing of my head and hair, and I kinda jumped a little bit at first, but feeling the very, very gentle touch right after I jumped a little bit, immediately began to sooth me, and gradually as it kept doing this (and I could still feel the impression of someone sitting on my bed next to my back with me) anyways as it kept doing this I began to feel the greatest comfort and ease that in about ten minutes (I'm guessing because I don't exactly know) but it's like all that was troubling me left and I felt such great, great, comfort and ease that I very shortly there-afterwards fell asleep...
I remembered it when I woke up the next morning, and (this is the part I said I'd get back to) I remembered the presence of a person sitting on my bed and soothing me to sleep, but I then, also remembered the door... You see, every single time my roommate goes outside to smoke I always, and I mean always hear the downstairs door close, cause he always slams it shut, without thinking twice about my sleep, but, getting to the point, I don't remember hearing the downstairs door shut, and I don't even think my roommate went outside, so who closed the door and then sat next to me on my bed and comforted and soothed me to sleep that night?
Miracle? Yes?, No? Supernatural, I would say, and that's not my only story, I've got hundreds more like it, some even more spectacular than that one...
Just thought I'd share,
God Bless!