Proverbs 14:29 – Today’s Verse for March 29, 2025 Saturday

“He that is slow to wrath is of great understanding: but he that is hasty of spirit exalteth folly.“
— Proverbs 14:29 KJV

Reflection on Today's Verse

We all know how easy it is to lose our cool. Life can be stressful, and people can push our buttons. But this verse reminds us there’s wisdom in staying calm and being patient. When we rush into anger, we usually regret it later. Anger makes us say things we don’t really mean and do things we can’t undo.

Patience helps us step back and think clearly. It gives us space to understand what’s really happening. Maybe the other person had a bad day or misunderstood us. Maybe we’re tired or stressed ourselves. Taking a moment to pause can make all the difference.

God knows our struggles with patience. He understands we won’t get it right every time. But He invites us to trust Him when we feel irritated or upset. He’s patient with us, after all. And the more we lean on Him, the easier it becomes to slow down and respond with kindness instead of anger.

Today, let’s remember this wisdom from Proverbs. When frustration rises, let’s pause and ask God for help. A patient heart not only brings peace to others—it brings peace to us, too.

Personal Prayer

Lord, sometimes I get upset too easily. Small things bother me, and I react quickly instead of waiting and listening. Help me remember what Proverbs says about patience—that it’s better to stay calm than rush into anger. I want to show others Your love and kindness.

When I start feeling frustrated, remind me to pause and lean on You. Give me Your peace and help me understand others better. Thank You for being patient with me every day. 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.