1 Chronicles 16:10 – Today’s Verse for March 28, 2025 Friday

“Glory ye in his holy name: let the heart of them rejoice that seek the Lord.“
— 1 Chronicles 16:10 KJV

Reflection on Today's Verse

This verse reminds me how good it feels to simply spend time with God. It’s about finding joy in knowing Him—not in what we have or what we do. When we look for God and pay attention to who He is, something inside us comes alive. Our hearts start feeling lighter and happier.

God’s presence is like sunshine on a cloudy day. It warms us, comforts us, and fills us with hope. Even when things around us are hard, we can still rejoice if we focus on Him. The verse says clearly: Seek the Lord. It’s a gentle reminder to keep looking for God every day—in prayer, quiet moments, and even busy ones.

The more we know God and think about Him, the happier our hearts become. So today, let’s remember that our real joy comes from being close to God. Let’s turn our attention to Him and watch how our hearts start to brighten up.

Personal Prayer

Heavenly Father, thank you for reminding me today to find joy in you. I want my heart to truly be happy because I know you. Sometimes I look for happiness in other things, but today I’m choosing to look to you first.

Help me to remember how good it feels just to spend time with you. Teach me to slow down, seek you, and enjoy your presence. Fill me with the kind of joy that doesn’t fade away.

I want my life to show others how wonderful you are. Let my heart reflect your goodness, your kindness, and your peace.

Thank you for being so close, Lord. I love you and I trust you.

In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Author

Alona
Alona Smith writes like she sketches—quick strokes, bold colors, no eraser. She ran a small-town art studio before VerseForTheDay invited her to swap charcoal for chapters, yet paint still flecks her keyboard. Dawn finds her barefoot on the porch, swirling watercolors across a travel Bible, letting sunrise seep into the margins. Neighbors wave as she bikes to the farmers’ market, basket rattling with sunflowers and Psalms scribbled on kraft-paper price tags.Alona trusts that Scripture behaves like clay: press your palms in, and a vessel appears where empty air once lived. Afternoon workshops with foster teens prove the point; they mold hope into coffee mugs, then watch steam carry it forward.Diplomas? Only framed sketches of hands lifted in worship. Awards? A dog-eared gratitude list taped to her fridge. Open her reflections when cynicism scratches—she’ll slide a brush into your grip and show you light hiding in the smear of everyday color.