p.s. I like pastor Herm.

Today in church someone made a comment about being able to see God in even the smallest details of life. I've always considered myself to be fairly trusting. My parents have this increadible trust in God, which has been sort of contagious and I have picked up on some of it. I never worry about being fed or clothed or sheltered. But for some reason the first thing that popped into my head when that comment was made was "where the hell is God now when my family needs him!" and then instantly I was ashamed. Is that how I really feel? Have I only been suppressing the fears I have, using blind faith as a cover just to hold me over, while becoming angry and bitter inside that things haven't started getting better yet?