1 Timothy 1:4 – Today’s Verse for May 6, 2025 Tuesday

“Neither give heed to fables and endless genealogies, which minister questions, rather than godly edifying which is in faith: so do.“
— 1 Timothy 1:4 KJV

Reflection on Today's Verse

We should not to waste time on endless talk—genealogies, myths, debates that go nowhere. Paul isn’t slamming curiosity. He’s reminding us what matters most: building people up in God’s truth, not showing off how much we know.

God didn’t call us to win arguments. He called us to love, to serve, to help others grow in faith. There’s a kind of knowledge that puffs up, and another that lights up the path for someone else. That’s the kind worth chasing.

So much of faith is staying focused. The enemy doesn’t always tempt with evil—sometimes it’s just distraction dressed up like wisdom. But grace keeps our eyes steady. It clears out the noise and brings us back to what’s real: faith working through love.

Personal Prayer

Lord, keep my heart anchored in what matters. When I’m tempted to chase distractions—endless debates, clever words, things that feed pride but not faith—pull me back to You. Teach me to love truth without needing to prove anything.

Help me build others up, not tear them down. Give me a heart that values grace over knowledge, compassion over being right. Make my faith simple, sincere, and strong—always growing, always pointing to You.

Quiet the noise around me, and the noise inside me. Let Your Word be my foundation, and love be my aim. 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.