It's not really a question of faith when god comes to visit you regularly.

Your people have long understood she isn't a goddess, but 'benefactor' or 'provider' fall so short it might embarrass her to know. She's a person, like you - but so much more, figuratively and literally. For as long as your civilization has kept written records and as far back as oral history stretches beyond that point of learning, she's been there. Rarely has she taken a direct hand in affairs, preferring instead to supply ancient scholars and craftsmen with their own means.

The light in your basement is on a timer. It'd be cheaper to just leave it off, but the tiny civilization that's sprung up down there would be without a sun, and what kind of tight-fisted goddess would do that to them, hmm? In the space of a few months the tiny little critters have buzzed through the iron age and exhausted your toolbox, so you buy some cheap nails and leave them around to find.

You've left a dictionary down there, but suspect you'll need to take a more direct hand with language.