Coming back to God doesn’t require a big dramatic moment. One honest prayer on the bus counts.

Returning gets imagined as an event, something with tears and a particular setting, which makes it much harder to do on a normal Tuesday. The threshold is the problem, not the distance. One plain sentence, said honestly with nothing arranged around it, is the actual mechanism, and waiting for the dramatic version can keep you away for years.

Do it now, wherever you happen to be, in the ordinary words available to you. It does not require a stage, a good mood, or an explanation of the gap. It requires being honest for about ten seconds.