I’d found my way back to God, a place I never thought I’d be again. It wasn’t out of a deep faith or a profound spiritual experience, but out of pure necessity to believe God existed. If he didn’t exist and this was the end, then I never got to see Noah again, and I refused to believe that. There had to be a God, because there had to be a heaven. A time when I got to see him again, and he was the one to walk me home.
