When I can’t keep the rain off me, when I can’t stay warm, and when I must hide in the dark and lie on the ground — I think I am at my bottom.
It hurts when people walk past me and don’t say anything to me. Don’t judge me. I am desperately trying to make it.
I really appreciate the people God sends my way. But, I need your help to get off the ground. I have experience with building maintenance work. Can someone please find me some steady work in the field?
