I have no proof that God exists

…and not everything needs proof.

There were years I didn’t believe in God. Now I do. But the questions that once fueled my doubt haven’t disappeared. I’ve just stopped needing them to be answered.

Pastors sometimes try to explain God scientifically. I respect the effort—it can help some people. But I usually tune out. Because if we line up empirical facts alone, the unbelievers probably win. And that’s the point—faith is hope, not data. Not by sight.

Same goes for love. For meaning. For life itself.

Eight billion of us live on a flicker of a planet lost in a vast, silent universe. Still, we act like we matter. We create. We sacrifice. We seek justice. We raise children. We pursue truth and beauty. All for what?

There’s no logical necessity to even get out of bed—or make your bed. But we do. Because we believe our lives matter. That we matter.

Some root that in a Creator. (There’s no scientific proof of one—and in the instance that such a being existed, it wouldn’t make sense for our labs to be able to detect such a being). Others believe in humanity’s inherent worth. (Though from the cosmic zoom-out, it’s hard to see why).

Either way, you believe in something without proof. And that’s alright.