Tough questions

So, my daughter has been asking some tough questions of me lately. It has caused me to ask some of those tough questions of myself. One is why do we believe in God. I could easily reason or explain that to myself. It's simple, faith. But what do I say to my inquisitive, sincere and searching young teenager? I told her that for one it's how I was raised. Why don't we worship Buddha or someone else? Was the other question that accompanied the first. I've not had a desire to worship or believe in any other god, person or thing. It's always been the One and Only God for me. Always. Is that wrong that I've never looked for anything else? No, I don't think so. I can say that I've tried to do things on my own. I've tried to be my own god,  if you will. Tried to make things happen and fill the void inside me with material things like food, sweets, shopping, t.v., books and people pleasing, to name a few. Control is a struggle for me still. So are the other things I named. I'm learning how to allow my God to help me with my struggles and temptations. It's not been an easy journey, but I'm learning more and more about me. God also showed me yesterday that He was the One that created me to be the way that I am and that He knows every single part of my make-up. He's not ashamed of me nor is He disappointed in me. That goes a long way for me. Wish I could say it fixes everything that I've believed about myself up until this point, but it doesn't. It just takes me a step closer to healing.