Proverbs 16:19 – Today’s Verse for March 8, 2025 Saturday

“Better it is to be of an humble spirit with the lowly, than to divide the spoil with the proud.“
— Proverbs 16:19 KJV

Reflection on Today's Verse

A humble heart is worth more than any riches gained by pride. The world tells us success is about power, money, and recognition. But God’s way is different. He values a heart that stays low before Him.

Pride leads people to chase after things that won’t last. It makes them step on others to get ahead. But in the end, pride brings destruction. It blinds people to their need for God.

Humility, on the other hand, keeps us close to Him. It helps us see life the right way. When we choose humility, we choose peace. We choose wisdom. Even if life is hard, it’s better to walk with God in humility than to live in comfort with a proud heart.

Jesus showed us this. He left heaven’s glory to walk among the poor and the broken. He could have demanded honor, but He humbled Himself instead. He washed feet. He ate with sinners. He gave His life.

God lifts up the humble. He draws near to them. So if the choice is between pride and humility, the answer is clear. Stay low before God. It’s the best place to be.

Personal Prayer

Father, You see my heart. You know my struggles with pride, even when I don’t notice them myself. Sometimes I want to be recognized, to be right, to be in control. But I know that pride leads me away from You. It blinds me to what really matters.

Teach me to be humble. Help me to let go of my need to prove myself. Remind me that my worth is not in what I have or what others think of me, but in You alone.

Give me a heart like Jesus—one that serves, loves, and trusts You above all else. When I feel tempted to chase after the wrong things, pull me back. Help me choose humility over pride, even when it’s hard.

I would rather walk with You in humility than stand with the proud without You. Keep me close, Lord. Make me more like You.

In Jesus’ name, 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.