Here are two familial examples I consider divine intervention.
1. My daughter, about twelve, begged me to buy her some store-bought chocolate milk. I am a cheap single parent AND I was raised by Scots. I figure God made chocolate powder for a reason, and as far as I could tell my daughter could stir. I said no. The next day, a friend in the dairy business asked if I could use a case of chocolate milk. The refrigeration unit had broken down at a 7-11, and he desperately needed to unload the merchandise. The stars in my daughter's eyes, maaan, I will never forget. I was reminded that indulgent love does not spoil.
2. My son, a rebellious twelve, was given an ultimatum. Complete these chores or you are cut off Nintendo. He thumbed his nose at the chores AND my demands that he cough up the Nintendo machine. He was getting to be about the size that I had to think twice about taking him on.... I decided to let it go for the moment. Went to bed. At midnight, my son entered my room and asked in a shaky voice, if I had been in his room? Touched his Nintendo? Was I sure? He finally admitted the power cord had mysteriously been cut. No Nintendo for him. That was the last time he dared me in an ultimatum.
Both times, I felt as if God was at my side, being the father, supporting my family.
Romans 68:5 NIV A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.