There are times when God seems distant and I wonder if the whole Judeo-Christian thing is a myth. I then say something peculiar: “I don’t believe in You, God.”
To address God in this way is to acknowledge that He exists – at the very moment I’m questioning His existence. On the surface, it’s a contradiction. Yet at a deeper level it reveals the truth that I can’t get away from God. I find peace in that, which provides further evidence of His presence, as He comforts my soul.
The reality of God is not altered by my doubts. God lives. And when I don’t believe that, I can tell Him.