Yes. While people will argue that there is no scientific evidence, I have personal reasons that lead me to believe in God’s existence.
I have always been a skeptic. Coming from a religious family, I could not ever voice my skepticism. However, one thing that always kept my faith strong was the intricacies of various life forms - specifically humans. We are so perfectly assembled; every atom, every cell, all of our organs aligned to function in a manner that allows us to live and breathe and think. How can you deny the existence of a higher power when you are so brilliantly structured? Evolution doesn’t make sense to me (feel free to enlighten me with your thoughts), because other species are structured just as perfectly. Where did it all come from?
My personal experience that influenced my belief in God was my car accident three years ago. I flatlined for a few minutes. During that period, I didn’t see your typical “floating in the sky” bullshit that people on TV claim to experience. Instead, I was watching myself from across the road where I had crashed. It was an outer-body experience, if you will. I was literally looking at my bloody, lifeless body, face down on the dashboard as the paramedics struggled to pull me out of my vehicle while simultaneously trying to extinguish the flames coming from the hood. My knee was stuck under the dashboard, making it hard for them to get me out. I felt the heat from the flames, despite being all the way across the street. I was so confused, but I felt at peace, despite the gruesome and disturbing scene I was looking at. I heard an echo - the voice of one paramedic - saying, “There’s no pulse. 6:12 AM. Find contact info for a relative.” I figured they were trying to record a time of death. I attempted to run to my car from across the road, screaming, “NO! I AM STILL HERE! DON’T CALL MY MOM, I’M NOT ALL DONE YET. DON’T CALL MY MOM!! I’M NOT ALL DONE HERE YET!!” It was like I was running in slow motion. I was literally sprinting and out of breath but getting nowhere. I was panicking but did not feel panicked, if that makes sense. Once I got halfway across the road, I felt myself being aggressively pulled toward or sucked back into my vehicle. I woke up in a puddle of my own blood mumble-yelling, “Please don’t call my mom, I’m here! I’m here!” At this point, the flames had already been extinguished, but I still felt heat and I was sweating. They yanked my knee out from under the dashboard and put me in an ambulance. I don’t remember much about the ambulance ride or anything in between. I just remember waking up at the hospital and having the nurse ask me if I had anyone I could call to inform them what had happened. I told her no, but they tracked down my dad at work and let him know.
Maybe that was all a dream? But it was so far from what a dreamlike experience normally feels like. I may never know. But the fact that I’m still here today definitely strengthens my faith in God.