I knew at least 3 sisters that seemed to see god's hand in literally every aspect of their lives and weren't shy about sharing the details of these interventions in casual conversation as well as in 4-5 minute comments on an unrelated paragraph of the watchtower study. Experiences included deciding to go out in service instead of going to the store to buy toilet paper when, wouldn't you know it - she found a roll of toilet paper in the street.
Just to make the point that this kind of lunacy isn't restricted to those with low IQ's, I'll share the following story.
I made friends with a guy a few years back who is devoutly religious. Although we don't share much in common, our senses of humor overlapped and we were able to strike up a friendship.
He is incredibly smart. He has an engineering degree and a law degree, both from top-20, super prestigious universities in the US. He graduated in the top ten percent from both schools. He'd gone on to become the head of the legal department for a very large company and was obviously well-off and successful.
He just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that I don't believe in God. I was honest with him about my JW past and he told me he has cousins who are JWs but that they stopped talking to him once they converted and became JWs.
In any event, he kept trying different ways of "helping me understand" that God exists. On one occasion he shared the following story to show me that God exists.
Once when he was in law school he went on a date with a girl. They stopped to have a meal before heading over to the movie theater. The food didn't sit well with him and he had instant diarrhea. He had already gone to the restroom once and found himself sitting down at the movies trying to fight the urge to run to the restroom again. So he prayed to God to help him find a way out of the situation and not too long afterwards someone pulled the fire alarm and they evacuated the movie theater. In the chaos, he was able to sneak in the restroom unperceived and heed nature's call a second time. He later caught up with his date in the parking lot and they decided to end the date and go their own way. Crisis averted. He didn't have to face the humiliation of having his date realize he had diarrhea.
The sad thing is that he was saving that story. He had to work up the courage to share it with me and he only did so because that was his best "proof" of God's existence. This is a guy who could take a legal brief, think through it logically, and tear it apart a hundred different ways. But when it came to the religious, a simple anecdote like that was sufficient to "prove" God's existence.
Nice guy, nonetheless. I was a groomsman in his wedding. He didn't have many friends. He married some woman from a town of a few hundred residents who looked like she was plucked right out of the cast of one of those fundamentalist Mormon shows, long hair, dresses to her ankles, no makeup. She had like 10 siblings and all the girls dressed the same. Some traveling preacher put them in contact with one another. She's actually a lovely lady and cut her hair and started wearing jeans once she was married and out of the house.