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CONCEIVED IN CRISIS Read: Psalm 57 Bible in a Year: Isaiah 17–19; Ephesians 5:17–33 I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed. Psalm 57.1 Marc recalls a moment from his childhood when his father called the family together. Their car had broken down, and the family would run out of money by the end of the month. Marc’s dad paused and prayed. Then he asked the family to expect God’s answer. Today Marc recalls how God’s help arrived in surprising ways. A friend repaired their car; unexpected checks arrived; food showed up at the door. Praising God came easily. But the family’s gratitude had been forged in a crisis. Your next crisis is your next opportunity to trust our unfailing God. Psalm 57 has long provided rich inspiration for worship songs. When David declared, “Be exalted, O God, above the heavens” (v. 11), we might imagine him gazing up at a magnificent Middle Eastern night sky or perhaps singing in a tabernacle worship service. But in reality David, fearful for his life, was hiding in a cave. “I am in the midst of lions,” David said in the psalm. These “ravenous beasts” were “men whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are sharp swords” (v. 4). David’s praise was conceived in crisis. Although he was cornered by enemies who wanted him dead, David could write these amazing words: “My heart, O God, is steadfast . . . . I will sing and make music” (v. 7). Whatever crisis we face today, we can run to God for help. Then, we can praise Him as we wait expectantly, confident in His infinitely creative care for us. Share with others on Facebook.com/ourdailybread about when God delivered you from a crisis. Your next crisis is your next opportunity to trust our unfailing God. 
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I have seen God work like this.... and then sadly, I can also find myself worrying the next time around. We should look back remembering God's provisions, and forward expecting them. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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