1 Thessalonians 5:18 – Today’s Verse for May 2, 2025 Friday

“In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.“
— 1 Thessalonians 5:18 KJV

Reflection on Today's Verse

Gratitude isn’t just for the good days. It’s also for the messy ones, the ones where nothing goes right, and even the ones that feel like a rerun of disappointment. God isn’t asking us to pretend life is perfect. He’s inviting us to find Him in everything. Not for everything, but in everything.

Thankfulness shifts our eyes. It keeps us from drowning in what’s missing and helps us see what’s still there—grace, breath, hope, His presence. Gratitude doesn’t change the situation, but it changes us. It softens the heart, silences the grumbling, and makes room for peace to settle in.

So today, even if life feels upside down, say thank You. Not because it’s easy. Because He’s still good.

Personal Prayer

Lord, tTeach me how to say thank You, even when I don’t feel like it. Not out of habit, but from a heart that remembers You’re still in control. When life is loud and messy, help me pause and see Your hand—even in the chaos.

Give me eyes that notice the small blessings, the quiet mercies I usually miss. Help me trust that Your will isn’t just for the easy days, but for all of it—the struggle, the waiting, the letting go.

Remind me that gratitude is not about ignoring the hard things, but about leaning into You through them. Let my thankfulness become a habit that anchors me in Your love. 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.