When I was 14, God sent a vision to my mom of me dead in her arms. She prayed and went into warfare on my behalf. About an hour later, I run straight into a moving car which didn't stop at the pedestrian crossing (could have been the other way around -- the car could have run into me if I was a split second too early). My hands pressed onto the glass window as it sped past, I was shocked and paused for a while but continued running immediately after that. I was fine. But it all happened right in front of my mom.
When I was 13, I told God I wanted to see His face, and I prayed and prayed for about an hour before I randomly opened the Bible to the verse: Blessed are the pure in heart, For they shall see God. Matthew 5:8