A people stops finding God the moment it stops asking where he is, and the drift feels like nothing at all.
An unasked question produces no search, no search produces no finding, and a generation that finds nothing concludes there was never anything there. That conclusion is not reached by argument. It is reached by silence, one question never asked, then a thousand, until deliverance through country that kills whatever enters it stops counting as evidence for anything.
Gratitude is a search before it is a feeling. Asking where the God who did that has gone sends a mind back through the desert years, and it returns with someone who acts, and that finding sets the state a person worships from. Without the asking, a rescue stays a story about the past and does no work in the present.