“The hope of the righteous shall be gladness: but the expectation of the wicked shall perish.”
— Proverbs 10:28 KJV
Reflection on Today's Verse
Now, if that doesn’t sound like the ultimate summary of life’s ups and downs, I don’t know what does. Think about it—how often do we pour our energy into things that seem to have all the promise in the world, only for them to come up as flat as a soda left out overnight? The righteous, however, have a joy that’s promised, unshakeable, and not easily popped like a balloon at a kids’ party. Why? Because their hopes are anchored in something eternal, something that lasts longer than the latest trend or next best gadget. That kind of joy goes beyond mere “positive vibes.” It’s a confident expectation that God’s goodness is reliable, unlike… well, just about everything else.
And the wicked? Well, their hopes might look shiny, but it’s like dressing up a sandcastle right before the tide rolls in. They stack up dreams on foundations that can’t hold—money, fame, whatever’s “hot” right now. And sure, it might look impressive for a minute, but when that wave hits, what’s left? Nada. So, Proverbs is giving us this nudge: stick to building on the rock, because that’s where true, lasting joy is. God isn’t offering a quick fix; He’s giving us a joy that sticks with us through thick and thin, one that outlasts even the wildest storms life throws our way.
Personal Prayer
Lord, thank You for the promise of joy that only You can give. Sometimes, I get caught up in things that only bring me temporary happiness, chasing after dreams that, in the end, don’t satisfy. Help me to turn my heart toward You, the true source of joy that doesn’t fade or disappoint. Teach me to put my hope in things that last, to trust in Your goodness, and to live in a way that honors You.
Guide my steps today, Lord. Let my desires be shaped by Your wisdom, and my hopes be set on Your eternal promises. When I’m tempted to build on shaky foundations, remind me to anchor myself in You, knowing that only through You can I find the joy that fills and sustains. Thank You for being my rock, my joy, and my greatest hope. Amen.
Author
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.