Standing,

against powers and principalities.
together.
firm on my identity.
at the foot of the throne.
still.
strong on my 2 x 2 square of dirt.
on Christ the solid rock.
against the wind, and the rain, and the crashing waves.
in awe.
after having done everything else, just.
in freedom from the chains of bondage.
in Christ alone.

For it is only in his power that I can even find my feet, find my heart able to raise its head within my chest, find my soul a place to dwell, and find my hands a hand to still them. There is too much here for one writing and too little cohesion currently for more. I need a day full of silence with the Lord to allow everything that has been building up in my head to spill out on paper and in paint. Paper actually being a keyboard and text document. Paint... being paint.

No power of hell, no scheme of man,
could ever pluck me from His hand.
'til He returns or calls me home, 
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand.