Know a guy who joined a Jesus Cult back in the '70s. Said everything they did was done by Jesus through them, and the feeling of "belonging" was wonderful. He had no fears, no doubts.

Then one day he realized he'd just said, "Thank you, Jesus, for tying my shoes." It hit him that just maybe, maybe, Jesus and/or God the Father had lots of more important things to do than tie his shoes.

At that point, he walked out and back into what, for him, passes for a normal life.

Maybe this will happen.

Just be there.