At fifty-two years old, I have been laid off from the only industry I have ever known. The technology that replaced me is not going away, and I must reinvent myself. But starting over at this age terrifies me. I spent twenty-eight years in manufacturing. I worked my way up from the floor to management, earning certifications, learning new processes, leading teams. I was proud of what I built. Then the company automated my entire department and eliminated my position along with forty others. The job market is brutal for someone my age. Recruiters look at my resume and see decades of experience in a dying field. I see younger candidates with half my work ethic getting hired for positions I am overqualified for. The rejection is humbling in ways I never expected. My wife is supportive, but I can see the worry in her eyes. Our youngest is in college, we still have a mortgage, and our savings will only last so long. I have started taking online courses in project management and data analysis, trying to bridge the gap between what I know and what the market wants. I believe there is purpose in this season, even if I cannot see it yet. I am asking for prayers for direction, for opportunities that value experience and character, for the courage to learn new things, and for peace in the waiting.