Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee. — Isaiah 26:3 KJV
The steadfast of mind You will keep in perfect peace,
Because he trusts in You. — Isaiah 26:3 NASB
Reflection
Trusting in God means believing that He is always with us, taking care of us, and that His plans for us are good. It’s like having faith that a loving parent will always look out for their child. We might not always understand everything that happens, but we can trust that God knows what’s best for us.
When we trust God and keep our minds focused on Him, He gives us perfect peace. This peace helps us stay calm and strong, no matter what happens around us. It’s a peace that comes from knowing that God is in control and that He loves us deeply.
My Prayer
Heavenly Father, teach me to trust in You more. Help me to keep my mind focused on Your promises and Your unfailing love. Even when I feel anxious or stressed, I pray that Your perfect peace that surpasses all understanding will fill my heart.
Thank You so much for Your presence that guides me along the way. Help me to rest in Your care and grant me the strength to face each day with confidence, knowing that You are in control.
In Jesus’ name, I pray. Amen.
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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.