“I looked on my right hand, but there was no man; refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.” (Psalm 142:4)

David was a shepherd boy, then a king, then a saint, writing the twenty-third Psalm, and then suddenly turned into a sinner with the story of his transgressions.

The world has never had better poetry. David is also a musician. Throughout the Psalms he keeps time to heaven’s music, and when he comes to the close, he stands like the leader of a mighty chorus, and calls upon every living, breathing being to praise the Lord.

Yet, in David’s darkest hour, he cried out, “No man cared for my soul.”

These sad, heartbreaking words are from the mouth of David, but I often hear these words – not just here on the streets of Skid Row, but wherever I go.

This world has tens of millions of people who feel neglected, forsaken and forgotten by family, friends and even by God, Himself.

Friend, if you feel forsaken and forgotten today, if you feel the circumstances of life are overwhelming, and if you feel that even the Lord has forgotten you, listen to God’s response:

"Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Even though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands. (Isaiah 49:15-16 (NIV)

God has not forgotten you! Just picture yourself, engraved on the palm of God’s hand, close to His heart. What a safe, secure place to dwell. God loves and cares for you. Think of it, -- even if those closest to us forsake us or forget us, God’s love is never ending, God’s love is eternal.

If we can help you find Jesus as your personal Savior, simply go to our website, fjm.org, and click on the tab, Knowing God. Or write to me here at the Mission, Willie Jordan, PO BOX 12345, Covina, CA 91722.

God has called us to these streets of Skid Row to share God’s love and forgiveness, and He has also called us to share His love with you, dear friend.

Blessings,

Willie Jordan (Mrs. Fred Jordan)