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In Written Form... Fit for the Kingdom (Beyond These Bars) “But Jesus told him, ‘Anyone who puts a hand to the plow  and then looks back is not fit for the Kingdom of God.’” (Luke 9:62 NLT) As Pat and I prepare our music for our upcoming prison tour this spring of 2026, we must also prepare our testimonies for some of those songs we plan to share. Each song was born of the struggles and challenges tied to learning how to reach beyond a survival mentality and into a mindset of

The things He plans won’t happen right away.   Slowly, but surely He’ll fulfill each one, one day. So, I’ll fight the good fight, hold faith in each race, as He gives me grace in the pace.

I’d no intention of writing or sharing any additional blogs over the holiday, given the limited time with which to do so. But, something struck a chord within me this morning as I sat comfy by the fire with my Christmas blend coffee, and Jeremiah on my lap. Well, the Bible and the book of Jeremiah that is. I was suddenly reminded of a video that I made five years ago, during our imposed lockdown and separation from friends and family.  Well, forced to separate from life as we

Whether we are aware of it or not, the chaos of the world around us during this holiday season seeps its way into our being; impacting our soul in ways that can set us off on tangents we otherwise would not go off on.

If we can recall those moments where those voices slipped in louder than our childhood fantasies, then we will likely recall those “embroidered with various colours” parts that were created for those seemingly out of reach dreams or fantasies...

Let’s just say that it surely doesn’t help to convince people to need Jesus, when we are no different than the next artist receiving an award that sings about the devil or some highway to hell.

Have you ever felt like you’ve been sidelined by the enemy, only to find out that you were sidelined by God?

For me, it goes back to the very song that was put on my heart to write a few years ago. It echoes this point indirectly, but also gives voice to my own place of surrendering all of my gifts back to the foot of the cross; where I no longer serve the world where my ego once fell prey to the beast of the industry.

For I was hungry, and you didn’t feed me.  I was thirsty, and you didn’t give me a drink.  I was a stranger, and you didn’t invite me into your home.  I was naked, and you didn’t give me clothing.  I was sick and in prison, and you didn’t visit me.’ “Then they will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry or thirsty  or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and not help you?’ “And he will answer, ‘I tell you the truth,  when you refused to help the least of these my

“[…] man is naturally good. God created man good. How to stimulate (if you wish) or resuscitate, or reawaken the good there is in man. [After entering into a place of worship or a sanctuary] they [man] should be different than what they were when they went in — that’s the proper use of it [the sanctuary].” — Sister Louise-Marguerite I was a single mother of three, and in 2005 chose to take a leap of faith and do a Bachelor’s Degree in Cultural Studies at Trent University. On

It was the early winter of 2024 and Pat and I were visiting the Warkworth Institution Chapel for the first time.  As we walked along the aisle of the tiny chapel, the men’s gazing eyes were fixed on our purpose for being there. Naturally, Pat’s eyes were equally as fixed on the men’s eyes, as he walked alongside me wearing his husband armour. Hopefully none could hear the voice inside his head: “What the heck have you gotten us into, Paula!?” Yes, it was me that got us into t