I worked for many years with the at-risk teen population. As was my habit I would bring the kids closest to me to meet my mother a”h and my aunt both Auschwitz survivors. The kids would always ask them if they believed in G-d. On particular young lady sat with my mom on her porch and pursued the question.
“Do you believe in G-d?” my mom answered “of course”. “But how can you believe in G-d when he allowed the holocaust to happen?”. My mom said that Hashem didn’t allow the Holocaust to happen people did but “Hashem saved me and my sisters so how can I not believe in Hashem? He plucked us from the fire and saved us. Our question was why us? What purpose and plan did he have for us? What zchus were we entitled to that we were saved? We knew good and well that Hashem was in charge and that emunah and bitachon is what got us from one day to the next.”
So do I believe in G-d? B’emunah shleimah! If he didn’t save my parents I wouldn’t be here and neither would my kids and grandkids. Yes, everything I have is only because he has given in to me. He is so good to me even when he tests me and my bitachon to him. He surrounds me with love and support through the good times and the bad times I know that I am never alone.