Seeing salt doesn't tell me that it has a taste. For all I would know it might not have a taste and you could be lying to me.
The thing is I can't tell you what it feels like or looks like because the experience is different for each person.
I can however tell you some of my experiences. And I will I'll give you two. But please consider that I can't make you feel what I have felt or know what I know. And that if you are dead set on the fact that I'm wrong then I'm afraid you might not be able to see that I might be right.
The first time I knew for sure, 100% certain, that this was all real was when I was 10. In my church at least we believe in keeping the sabbath day holy. We generally don't go shopping on Sunday. We try to rest and take a chance to escape all the heavy burdens of the world. When I was ten the dance academy I went to asked me to join their competitive dance team. But they had competitions on Sundays. I was given three options. First I could just join and go to the Sunday competitions, second I could join and they would give me an understudy that would perform in my place on Sundays, or third I could just not join. Instead of trying to make the decision on my own, I decided to pray and let God help me make my decision. I acted in faith that there would be someone to help me make this decision. After a few weeks of praying I came to a decision that was not by myself to just not join. If this had been up to just me I would have just joined and not given a second thought to it. Later as I continued to dance I started to notice that I was having fun dancing while the other girls who had decided to join the team were struggling and stressed. They were late to classes from meetings and got in trouble for it. They didn't focus in class and got in trouble for that too. I have also noticed that while I still do have many insecurities about my body they would have been way way worse had I joined a dance team. Because for dance as you get closer to professional dancing your body shape and type are criticized more and more and often taken into consideration as you dance.
The other one I will give is from just last summer. I reached a point where I was honestly considering suicide. I told myself that if someone didn't text me in the next ten minutes I would kill myself later that day. I told no one. It wasn't in a prayer it was just to myself. I didn't think there was any point in anything anymore. I wasn't acting too much out of the ordinary and no one who could have possibly communicated this sort of stuff to anyone else was even around to have noticed. Halfway through the ten minutes, I got a text from Bookwyrm. It wasn't just a "hi" or anything like that. It was a full-on paragraph about how much he cared about me and how much he wanted to help me through whatever I was going through. And it ended with a simple invitation to pray. I figured that since he had somehow known that I was falling so hard I would give it a chance. I knelt down and before I could even start my prayer I felt an overwhelming love fill me. And I knew that things would get better and that I wouldn't have to struggle alone like I felt I was. I knew that God was real, I knew that my Savior was real, I knew and I know. And God knows that I know. So I can't deny it.
I hope that you can believe me and trust me in this. I hope that someday you can feel the same hope that this all has given me to keep going. I know its hard to have faith or get faith. But the faith is there every time you trust someone or you trust that when you get up in the morning the sun will rise.