What each one of us is given in terms of our decision to believe or not, is as varied as we all are. In my case, I drowned when I was 7 years old and crossed over into a world that I still conjure. (The account is pinned to my bio). Once I was rescued and revived, I had a sense of an overwhelming, loving presence on the other side. I didn't meet Jesus, I met my recently deceased father and a grandmother who I didn't know on Earth. But the pervasiveness of a loving presence is how I came to understand God. I've been in and out of religion, but I live with an ongoing relationship with the Being I experienced.