My mom and I are both going through therapy over her mother, my cult-leader grandma. So, tonight we had another conversation about religion, faith, faith-healing, Paul, Revelation, and the apocalypse. She told me about her sister's teeth being miraculously straightened, and that she believes in prayer. (My grandmother was a faith-healer, hence the heavy focus on this.) I told her that people of all different faiths can report miraculous healings, that they experience the sensation the Christian world would describe as "stirrings of the Holy Spirit", and that when I tried to strengthen my faith, when I looked for the confirmation I thought would surely be there that my faith was more credible than the claims of Islam, or Hinduism, I couldn't find them.
Towards the last five minutes of it she expressed... unhappiness with my atheism. So I said, "I love you. And we can disagree on what we believe and still have that." She agreed. I continued, "If you would like to - several months or several years from now - I would be interested in doing a book exchange. I'll read some apologetics, and you could read books from a different point of view." She said she appreciated my willingness and since it wasn't time-sensitive, she wouldn't say no outright, "But I don't wanna lose my faith. It gives my life meaning and purpose. I wanna believe."
I guess that's really what it comes down to. So I told her I'd back off, and said goodnight.