Here is a story my grandfather told me.
He and my grandmother were pioneering in Idaho. He was working as a lumberjack when there was a large forest fire. The lumberjacks were called in to help fight the fire. He was sent out to rescue people. He found a lone women in a cabin and they started out to safety when the fire came roaring at them. He expected them to be dead in minutes. The women looked up at advancing flames and said "Oh, how beautiful." The wind shifted and the flames turned and went a different direction.
My grandfather believed that God heard her and was impressed by her reaction that He decided to save her and my grandfather along with her.
My grandfather was not an overly, zealous religious person. He never talked about religion in any of the orthodox ways but just quietly believed.
Note: Constructive criticism is allowed here.
Blind faith is a liability: Skepticism a necessity.