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Every second God is working in my life. He is allowing me to breathe as I type. What the next second will bring, I know not - God may strike me down and end my existance on this planet I have wrongly called "home".
However, of all the things I fear, I fear not that God would strike me down as if it were to occur, it would be best for me in the long term (though I often forget that God is not impulse unlike someone I know *nudges self*).
Alright, enough of the day to day things God has done for me, here I will share the epic ways God has saved my very soul =).

Way back when when I was in grade one, I was taking a shower. Upon wiping my face, I realized there was blood on the towel. Surprised at the bright red colour, I pondered, "Who's bleeding?". Realizing only I had used that towel - it hit me that I was bleeding. Too stubborn to believe that blood is coming from my face, I put my hand (wing) on my face ... and there where my hand (wing) touched my nose (beak), was the same bright red that stained my face cloth. The dreaded thought I had was now a reality: I was having a nosebleed.
"Oh my cheesegrator, I'm going to die!", I thought. Remembering the Bible stories I had heard at church but could never apply, I nervously called out to my mommy who was in the washroom (hay, I was only six years old), "should I pray?"
DUH, debbie!
So I prayed: "God, please stop the bleeding, Amen." Desipte the selfishness of the prayer, I guess God wanted to show me He is non-fiction, so when I opened my eyes after the prayer the bleeding stopped (kind of cliche).
"THANK YOU GOD, I'M NOT GOING TO DIE (yet)!"
Snapping out of my thankful state, I realized that the shower was turned on during all this adventure, I quickly got out of there and scrammbled to my grade one stupidness =).
Thanks again, Jesus!

Ok, so I don't really have an emotional or life-changing experience with God on the reader's point of view - even after I proofread my own work, I found it sounding like a mock to God - please don't take it that way - I guess my experience with God shows people that He can connect with us in most the most unusual ways. Maybe this is some Godly type of humour - why not? Humour and laughter isn't sin, you know ;). In addition since God knows my (lack of) capabilities, He doesn't give me more than I can handle. That nose bleed was probably all the suspense I could handle - (haha, what does that tell you about me?)