Calvin right??? Hrmph! I'm always right......except on those frequent occasions when I'm not
The others are right on the money with their testimonies about God in their lives.
Here is a couple of brief ones from up here in Australia. (looking down on everyone else

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They say everyone dreams....well if that be true or not, there was a significant period in my life when either I didn't or I had zero recollection of any dreams when I awoke. Now during that period of my life, I was not yet born alive by the Holy Spirit.
I had a motor vehicle with a defunct radio in it. One Saturday I friend turned it on as we drove along.........radio dead.
That night I dreamed that I got up, went out to the car still in my PJs tried the radio and it worked. OK I recalled the dream...for me at that time it was so unusual that I did just that!! Still in my PJs I went out to the car and tried the radio....it worked. Did I at that time say "Wow there must be a God" No, I just filed the experience away in the 'too hard basket'. Much later I decided to investigate what was with this cantankerous radio as it had stopped..started a few times. Not wanting to get too technical, the culprit turned out to be a 'dry joint' around the AGC bypass circuit. ie. a pesky intermittent fault. Did God miraculously fix my radio? No! the real miracle was preparing me to accept that the physical is but a shadow of reality. Did I at that time become a Christian?...No, that had to come later.
At some time after I became a Christian, my baby child was laying dying in hospital.. I simply had to leave her there to attend to the immediate needs of the other family members. I left the hospital fearing the worst, but praying my heart out for a miracle.
Driving along I heard from the Lord, but it was a funny (odd) answer. I was to phone the Hospital at a certain time and I would at that time get an answer. I obeyed and phoned through to the hospital ward where I could hear the screaming of my child in the background. I was told that there was no change (all the charts BP, Respiration, Temperature were all over the place). I then did believe that my baby was going to be healed!
A few hours later a message came from the Hospital that there was nothing wrong, come pick your child up.
When I got there, I was told by the nursing staff that the very moment I hung the phone up, the baby stopped screaming, all the charts returned to normal, their only concern was that they couldn't feed the baby......(wrong shaped teet

).
Officiakl diagnosis........'upper respiratory infection.' Well they had to say something.......but why take 2 spinal taps if the symptoms indicated a URTI??.
But at the end of the day, the real miracle was 1. my obedience

2 the voice of God (I believe) giving me instructions which when obeyed, bore out in the healing of the baby.
A fluke? nahh how could I time my phone call to the exact time of healing?
God is real. And there is no amount of banter, no amount of scientific burblings that can alter reality.