How I Know God Is Real

• By candidasullivan
• January 19, 2026
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How do you know God is real?

I know because I’ve experienced Him.

His soul has met mine.

When God introduces Himself, it is not something we ever forget.

I remember exactly where I was sitting the first time I heard the gospel and how it made me feel. I didn’t have to ask anyone who was speaking to me. I felt the power of His presence. I knew, deep in my heart, that He had just presented me with the truth of His Word.

I didn’t understand everything, but I believed Him. And I wanted the salvation He offered me.

The moment I accepted Him into my heart, my burden lifted. I felt peace, love, and joy like I had never felt before.

Since that day, I’ve had countless experiences with Him.

When I was younger and doing things I shouldn’t have been doing, He warned me. I heard His voice before danger. My heart would pound, burn within me, and I knew it was His presence.

Have you ever been so troubled that someone spoke the exact words you needed to hear?
That is God.

Have you ever prayed for something, forgotten the prayer, and then watched Him answer it anyway?
That is God.

Have you ever carried a desire in your heart that you never spoke out loud, yet it was given to you?
That is God.

Have you ever sat in church and felt as if the preacher was speaking your very thoughts?
That is God.

I tried for seven years to get my books published and faced rejection after rejection. Then God sent the publisher to me.
That is God.

As a child, I prayed for years that God would heal my hands. He used a fall to lead me to a hand surgeon who made me a thumb. Even though the amniotic bands damaged my nerves, my thumb still moves and works.
That is God.

I cried over my scars for years and begged Him to take them away. Instead, He changed how I saw them. He transformed my perspective, and it changed my life.
That is God.

I could write for days and never tell you all my experiences with Him.

My belief in God doesn’t come from what someone else told me to believe. It comes from knowing Him. He spoke to my soul, and my soul answered Him.

Believing in God is deeply personal. No one else can do it for us.

I have never—not once—regretted giving my heart to Him.

His mercies are new every morning.
His love is unexplainable.

The moment I opened my heart and asked Him to save me, He did.

And He flooded my heart with a love so deep that it changed how I love everyone else.

I want the whole world to know Him—not because I was told to believe, but because I’ve experienced Him.