Jen, I've been wracking my brain for the words that I want to say to you but maybe I'm thinking too much.

I was raised in a Protestant home and was duly indoctrinated, albeit with some major flaws in thinking. I suppose that the early indoctrination was such that the basic beliefs just stayed with me throughout life.

I raised my kids in the church because that was "the right thing to do." We've all made like pendulums and swung from one end of the spectrum to the other. There was even a time when I thought God didn't exist.

My basic beliefs have never really left me, though. And at this late date, I have all the "proof" I need to know that God exists and He payed the ultimate price to buy me back by sending his Son, Jesus, to live and die on Earth.

"Proof" and "Faith" are individual things. They aren't tangible and not "a mind thing." The Bible says "For we walk by faith and not by sight." I can give you a long list of things that prove to me that God exists and that He loves me, but I seriously doubt that it will mean much to you... maybe it will.

Creation being the very first "proof" that God exists. The Universe and all it's intricancies could no way have happened by accident. If there was a Big Bang, then God caused it. The development of seeds into a specific plant/animal/human is more proof to me. But what really counts is the everyday presence of God's will in my life, His answers to my prayers although sometimes He says "No" or "not at this time." In the end, I see why He said "No." REF my response to Pilatus in Relationships.

Like I said, I can list all my "proof" if you ask for it, but it's up to you whether you believe or not. I chose to, by all means!