What makes me believe that there is GOD out there

going to church is my sunday routine,before when I was younger my mom was pressuring me to go to church and I don't like it.You see I was born a christian coz my mom is a christian, so that makes me  christian too but I guess I was believing blindly before until such time that I think God was trying to tell me something
Then it became pretty obvious He was speaking to me.

one time i sleep over at my best friend in pri -6  his bed is a double decker wood bed, and when i sleep there he used to sleep on the top deck and me on the lower deck and usually when we do that we had a habit of lying in bed and chat ourself to sleep, we were already tucked in bed and about to drift to sleep, when their phone rang, then his mom go to us and said my mom is calling, so i looked at my watch and its said 10:25 pm, so i was puzzled why my mom will call me this late and usually when she called its on my celphone, so even if I'm so lazy to stand up and answer her call I did coz maybe its emergency thing or someone visit from philippines.

So I got up to answer the phone, as i stepped out of bed and about to reach the phone extension , the upper deck where my best friend was sleeping collapsed, so i thought how could that be, the bed is made out of hard wood and something gave way, My bestfriend woke up abruptly and said it felt like a roller coaster. My mouth hung open as I saw the damage. If I had been sleeping soundly beneath, I would have been flat as a blood pancake.
Immediately I conveyed this miracle to my mom on the phone and asked her why did she call me. she said she couldn’t remember but felt she needed to call me,
Still, after this incident, I didn’t think much about reconciling with my faith (ungrateful human).
After that incident, I stopped fearing because I knew there is Christ, my Provider & my saviour.
so since then i told to myself that if he's protecting me all the way then i should talk to him to if i could and  share some of my talent that he gave me to my church, so i am now a member of the choire on sunday school, and everytime i served for his honor i felt great

 for my young thought this is what i think, If Christ is not real and it had all been a lie, what is there to lose when the world ends?
But IF Christ is real and everything you believed about this faith is true, haven't you hit jackpot?