My father was raised a Catholic (I didn't even know that until I was an adult!), my mother Methodist. They married in the Church of England, which is where my elder sibling was baptised. By the time I came along, they decided not to bother at all. Our primary education, as was the norm in our area, was in C of E schools
I'm only giving this information to set the scene, to show that religion really wasn't a big factor in my upbringing (despite school).
Like my late dad, I really can't believe in some all seeing, all knowing God. Less still one that expects us all to believe blindly in 'his' existence.
My own feeling is very much that if such a power existed, it would leave us in absolutely no doubt of its existence. If it had the power to create our world, that would be a doddle.
Rather than the word 'God', I prefer to think (and 'feel') in terms of 'good'.
That's where my mind takes me when I marvel in a wonderful sunrise, sunset, or any other marvellous natural joy that the world has to offer.
I'm just saying what I personally feel, and certainly don't mean to offend anyone who does believe in God