Lola, this sort of reminds me of a something from the late 1970's. I cannot remember the "why", but one morning I was angry with God and told Him that, and told Him I wasn't going to talk with Him that day (I was young & silly). Went through the whole day, diligently ignoring Him. Then I was walking home and the sky was on fire with the most beautiful, amazing sunset I had ever seen in my life thus far. I had to laugh and tell Him how unfair it was for Him to paint the sky like that, knowing it would be impossible for me not to thank Him for it...and I remember thinking, who do people, who don't believe in God, thank for things like sunsets and cardinals and newborn babies and the miracles of life that surround them?