2 Thessalonians 3:3 – Today’s Verse for March 24, 2025 Monday

“But the Lord is faithful, who shall stablish you, and keep you from evil.“
— 2 Thessalonians 3:3 KJV

Reflection on Today's Verse

Life can get tough. We all have days when we feel alone, unsure, or worried. It’s normal. But this verse gives us a promise: God is faithful. He won’t leave us on our own. He sees exactly what we’re going through.

Think about the word “faithful.” It means God always keeps His promises. He isn’t like people who might forget or let us down. God always shows up. Even when things feel shaky or scary, He’s steady and safe.

And it says God will strengthen us. That’s good news because life can wear us down. We get tired, don’t we? We worry and sometimes we doubt ourselves. But God’s strength is bigger than our weakness. We can lean on Him.

Finally, it says He protects us from the evil one. Evil is real. There are times we feel attacked by fear, doubt, or temptation. But God is our shield. He’s like the strongest friend standing right beside us, protecting us from harm.

So when you’re having a hard day, remember this verse. God is faithful. He will give you strength. And He’s always watching out for you. You’re not alone. He’s got you.

Personal Prayer

Father God, thank You for being faithful to me, even when things get hard. Sometimes I feel weak or afraid, but Your promise reminds me I’m never alone. Please give me strength today.

Protect me from fear, doubt, and anything that tries to pull me away from You. Help me to lean on You and trust Your goodness. I know You’re right here, watching over me.

In Jesus’ name, amen.

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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.