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January 27

No doubt, you have heard of the adage that says, “You cannot make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.” This is true, but you can make good out of seeming disaster.

It happened to an unnamed artist. The story goes something like this. The artist, a painter, was just adding the finishing touches to his masterpiece when he inadvertently made some disfiguring blots on the sky. Instead of going into a rage, he calmly added a beak to each blot, then wings, until they became birds—in flight.

David the Psalmist was meditating and in prayer one day. He was in deep trouble . . . he describes himself as distraught.

“My heart is in anguish within me;” he writes in Psalm 55, adding, “Fear and trembling have beset me; horror has overwhelmed me.” Then he made this cry: “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly far away and be at rest—I would flee far away and stay in the desert; I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm” (Psalm 55: 4–8).

A little bit later in the chapter, verses 16 and 17, comes this: “But I call to God, and the LORD saves me. Evening, morning and noon I cry out in distress, and he hears my voice.”

This cry from the heart of the Psalmist has an echoing call from your heart and mine when the troubles we face seem to overwhelm us. David’s advice to all who face life’s troubles (and we all have them) is found in the same Psalm. You have likely heard it many times. “Cast your cares on the LORD, and he will sustain you.”

Give your cares the wings of God. They too will fly away.