Galatians 5:1 – Today’s Verse for May 9, 2025 Friday

“Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.“
— Galatians 5:1 KJV

Reflection on Today's Verse

Freedom in Christ isn’t fragile. It’s not a maybe, a condition, or a borrowed luxury. It’s solid. Paid for. Irrevocable. Jesus didn’t drag us out of chains just to watch us wander back to them with guilt in our hands and law on our backs.

Grace says, “You’re already free.” Not “try harder,” not “do more.” Just—live like it. Don’t negotiate with the lies that tell you you’re not enough without performing. That’s not freedom. That’s slavery dressed in religion.

So today—stand. Not wobble. Not crawl back. Stand. You’re not earning freedom. You’re living from it.

Personal Prayer

Lord Jesus, thank You for setting me free—completely, fully, forever. I confess, sometimes I try to chain myself back up with old fears, old rules, and old guilt. But You didn’t rescue me so I could live like a prisoner. You called me to stand firm in grace.

So today, help me walk like someone who’s been freed by love, not driven by fear. When lies whisper that I need to earn Your approval, remind me: You already gave it. I’m Yours. I’m free. And I’m staying that way.

In Your name I pray, 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.