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Chapter Forty-Six


               As we begin working in the studio, the new music is
            leaning towards country. However, with my newfound faith
            seeping in, some of the sounds take on gospel and inspirational
            overtones. As for the lyrics, I’m really putting myself  out
            there. My spiritual journey, my painful childhood and even
            my struggling marriage have all found a path into these songs.
            Exposing my vulnerability is darn scary. But I feel as though
            God is compelling me to face my own truth. I pray He’ll give
            me the strength I need because I sure can’t do this on my own.
            Huge parts of my heart and soul have been suppressed. But
            God continues to heal me and I am learning what it means
            to truly let go and to trust Him. As each old layer of shame is
            stripped away, I am finding more courage to embrace the real
            me. It’s terrifying, invigorating and healing all at the same time.
            Thank you, God, for this beautiful gift of music. It has literally saved
            my life.
               After the band tracks are completed, we start to record the
            vocals. My favourite part, of course. Lenora lends her voice and
            talents to the background vocals and she coaches me on a lot
            of my leads. She and I have always worked well together in the
            studio. It’s exciting now with everything almost completed.
               Working with Gord is so good for us. We love what we’re
            doing.  We  have  always  collaborated  well.  From  the  day  we
            met, music has been a huge attraction and major part of our
            relationship. He is so supportive of my talent (and I of his). His
            words are like tiny gifts, so welcome in this desert of emotion.
            “That was great, Kelita. Your pitch is always so good. That was
            an energetic performance. You nailed it.”
               Inside I am beaming. I want to turn around and give him a
            gigantic hug, but I hold back. I cannot chance further rejection.
            Physical contact has been rare these days.
               I do reach out to touch his hand. “You’re doing a great job,


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