I'm sittin here in church, right? The air conditioning is blasting, makin my bad knee ache, and the preacher is up there talkin about God’s plan and how he watches over us. And I’m lookin around at all these good people, folks I grew up with, families I’ve known forever. My dad’s next to me, probably half asleep, and my wife’s humming along to the hymns. And I just... I feel like a real jerk for thinkin this but it’s just buzzin in my head like a damn mosquito. How can God be watchin over us when so many of us are barely holdin on? Like, I see Bill from down the street, he’s a foreman like me, good as gold, always the first to lend a hand. His boy just got into college, first in their family, and Bill’s workin every double he can to pay for it. My own kids, they’re grown, got their own struggles, and my folks, well, they ain't gettin any younger and their medical bills are startin to pile up. We all work so damn hard. Every day. Honest work, dirty hands, sweat on our brows. We pay our taxes, we try to do right by people. And yet, it feels like we’re always just a paycheck away from everything falling apart. One wrong move, one bad break, and it’s all gone. What kind of plan is that? For the life of me, I just don’t get it. It makes me feel like such a bad person for even thinkin these thoughts, here in God's house. Like I'm gonna get struck by lightning or somethin. But I can't help it. I used to feel so sure, you know? About everything. About God, about life, about what's right. But lately... lately I just feel lost in it all. Like I'm treadin water and the shore keeps gettin further away. And I look at these faces around me, the ones tryin so hard to believe, and I wonder if any of them feel like this too. Like they're just pretendin for everyone else's sake. And then I wonder if I’m the only one who feels so... empty inside, even when I'm surrounded by all this faith. I just don't know what to do with it.