People often imagine that signs from God are giant, epic visions of Charleton Heston on the mountain. They are more usually mundane.
A good example, seeing a dime in your freshly washed laundry and thinking, "Heh, I may not have listened to my mother and checked all my pockets, but it's not like I've ever accidentally washed anything important." and shortly thereafter seeing that you just washed your key cards that grant you access to your gated community and underground garage. Better yet, they still somehow work.
Why do I bring this up? No reason, no reason at all.