Trample

A reflection on Psalm 56:

Trample. Trample. Trample.

The word sticks to me like gum on the sole of my shoe. Hidden from view, but lodged in the crevices. Resisting each step forward.

“Be gracious to me, O God, for people trample on me.”

I see myself in Psalm 56—but this time, I realize I am the trampler. The oppressor. The one who lurks, waiting to exploit another’s fumble.

“In God I trust; I am not afraid. What can a mere mortal do to me?”

God, help me. I don’t want to trample . Forgive me. And teach me to tread lightly.

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WordsBethany Stolle
Image: Jannalee Nieuwenhuis
Music: Podington Bear