I can give many examples where faith worked in my life, too. So many times in ways so specific that the word "coincidence" would be a stupid way to explain it. I'm sure most of us can and I think that's the point, isn't it? A personal, one-on-one relationship with the creator who chose to reveal himself to his creation, come down and visit them for a while, indwell them with his own spirit, preserve his words and wisdom for all and for all time against corruption and perversion and provide a way, consistent with his juctice and holiness, for that creation to dwell with him for eternity.
This Creator, God, Father sets up the rules because he made everything there is. He says how he wants us to come to him, and it's by faith. We can wail and moan and stomp our feet, but it doesn't matter, he MAKES THE RULES. I guess, like Quix said, we come to him in humility, as little kids, with nothing but our belief to offer and our ABBA (Daddy) picks us up and carries us the rest of the way. Thank you, Daddy!