Proverbs 10:32 – Today’s Verse for March 4, 2025 Tuesday

“The lips of the righteous know what is acceptable: but the mouth of the wicked speaketh frowardness.“
— Proverbs 10:32 KJV

Reflection on Today's Verse

Words have power. They can lift someone up or tear them down. They can bring peace or stir up trouble. This verse reminds us that a righteous person knows how to speak in a way that pleases God. Their words bless, encourage, and bring truth. But the wicked speak in ways that twist truth, hurt others, or lead people away from what is good.

This verse isn’t just about avoiding bad words. It’s about knowing what words bring life. The righteous don’t just avoid lies, gossip, or cruelty. They know how to speak with kindness, wisdom, and love. They know when to stay silent and when to speak up.

Think about Jesus. His words were always right. He spoke with grace, truth, and power. He corrected, encouraged, and forgave. He never wasted words or used them to harm. As His followers, we should aim to do the same.

Ask yourself: Do my words reflect God’s wisdom? Do they help, heal, and honor Him? If not, it’s never too late to change. Let God shape your heart, and your words will follow.

Personal Prayer

Father, thank You for the gift of words. You spoke the world into existence, and Your words bring life. I want my words to reflect You.

Help me to speak with wisdom, kindness, and truth. Let my words bring encouragement, not harm. Let them be honest, not twisted. When I’m tempted to speak in anger or gossip, give me the strength to hold my tongue. When someone needs comfort, let me speak with love.

Jesus, You always spoke with grace. Teach me to do the same. Fill my heart with Your truth so that what comes out of my mouth brings life to those around me.

May my words honor You today and always. 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.