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Why would anyone trample on words?
On God's word?
Why do I?
Oh, not openly. Not jumping up and down with maniacal laughter, crushing God's word on purpose.
No, I'm more sophisticated.
I give it a sideways kick when no one is looking . . . not even myself.

Nah. 1:7 He's a stronghold in the day of trouble.
Kick: But I run to my friends for consolation.

2 Cor. 12:9 His grace is sufficient.
Kick: But I turn to food or sleep or anger.

Rom. 8:31 God is for me, not against me.
Kick:  But I let fear and worry crawl into my thoughts and make a nest.

What if instead of kicking God's word, I stand on it? How solid would that feel? How unshakeable?

Probably enough that I could kick up my heels and dance like the wind.