Later, after giving it some more thought I wish I would have just said, “It’s not so much that I know for certain that God exists, but that God is certain that I exist.”
Writing on this idea, J.I. Packer makes this observation:
”What matters supremely, therefore, is not, in the last analysis, the fact that I know God, but the larger fact which underlies it—the fact that He knows me. I am graven on the palms of His hands. I am never out of His mind. All my knowledge of Him depends on His sustained initiative in knowing me. I know Him because He first knew me, and continues to know me. He knows me as a friend, one who loves me; and there is no moment when His eye is off me, or His attention distracted from me, and no moment, therefore, when his care falters.”
I love the idea that God can look at the calluses on his hands, and see me. God works hard to know me in the way that God pulls me out of the pits I fall into. Not the best theological observation, but I'm still here, which means God is too.
God knows me. God’s know you too.