Feathers and gold dust

I have become somewhat of a poor attender to church lately. Being committed to a church that shut down has left me somewhat unattatched and disappointed. I went to church last night though, and it was great just to worship and be in His presence again. The message was great, the pastor of this church is an amazing individual whom I am truly inspired by. His view of God is very simplistic in nature. If I had to define it..."God is awesome and loves His kids, so much that He wants to be very involved in their lives". It keeps my focus on the right level, or shall I say it returns my focus to the right place.
It was the first time I have been back to church in a month. Apparently I have missed out on some things. I guess last week while in church a feather floated down from the ceiling. And he told of a persons legs being suddenly coated in gold dust. So coated in fact that when he touched that persons legs with his hands...his hand was coated in gold dust too.
I know...the feather could have been left by a bird who somehow flew in the building, and somehow it got stuck in the ceiling, and somehow the drummer dislodged it with sound waves while playing the drums...and the gold dust was a chemical reaction when the left over ivory soap never got completely rinsed off his legs, and came into contact with an unknown chemical that somehow came into contact with this person just as they were praying for someone else's healing.
Could it be that God was leaving little markers...almost like bread crumbs along the path saying your on the right track. My intellectual friends have already rationalized it away...but something inside me has been stirred. The child in me is getting giddy again. I keep sending this inner child to his room, scolding him for daring to believe in such nonsense, partially because my intellectual ascent has no room for such foolishness...because God has been absent so long, why would He show up now...and in such a preposterous way...come on man get real!
But this inner kid wont stay in his room...I can see him; eyes wide open and yelling "Gooooooooooo God!" Believing for the miraculous, expectantly looking for his Daddy to burst through the front door and make everything wonderful again. I dont want to be naive...I just want my Daddy.