Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?
I have many favorite places throughout my travels and missionary work in the Philippines.. Singapore.. Argentina.. I also drove 18-wheelers all across the USA for 17 years.. I’ve been to all states.. numerous times.. with the exception of Alaska.. Hawaii.. Vermont.. also got to explore some.. and I’ve lived in different states.. but with this prompt.. I’m reminded of the Hard Rock Cafe in Buenos Aires.. Argentina.. neon glowing through a foreign night.. music bleeding into the airport.. like a familiar language in a strange land.. I remember sitting there with the weight of miles in my bones and gratitude in my chest.. realizing that somehow.. in a city thousands of miles from home.. God had stitched another memory into my soul.. Another reminder that the world is wide.. but His presence is wider still…
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I want my first impression to feel like a hidden track — a quiet glow in a deep place.. carrying a melody of grace beneath the scars…
I don’t have all the answers… but I know Who does…..`-¡-`°<³ I don’t know what the future holds… but I know Who holds the future….. I’m nothing special… but I’m special to Him…..
I used to live for myself.. Now I try to put others first — it’s my deep place… the place I like to dwell.. Today.. I carry a love for people I never dreamed possible…..`~ ¡- `<³° To me.. there’s no such thing as a stranger……
“The Devils Mistake” by Eira Wulfnothsson and “Celebrate Every Life… Even Mine” by Nan Panman
Not long ago.. I was watching a documentary.. and there was a woman on there who said some things that hit me deep.. I don’t know why.. but her words stuck in my mind.. So I googled her.. Ended up on her website.. Read about her life.. And then I realized why she stood out to me..
She’s an ex-Luciferian occultist who became a Christian…..
That alone fascinated me — but when I found her testimony on YouTube… man.. The depth she was in.. the darkness she lived in.. the way God rescued her… it shook me.. Because I could relate more than I wish I could.. I’ve had my own brushes with that same evil.. I once tried to sell my soul.. I know the pull of that darkness.. I know the cost..
So I reached out… We ended up emailing.. One thing led to another.. and she invited me into her YouTube community and her podcast.. Pitbulls of the Lord…
She’s smart.. sharp.. grounded.. And because of her past.. she understands the kind of spiritual warfare I’ve been dealing with in a way most people can’t.. She’s been there.. She survived what I almost didn’t…
She’s Roman Catholic, and I’m not — but honestly? I don’t care.. Truth is truth….
Her book is called “The Devil’s Mistake…” And let me tell you… I couldn’t put it down.. I read the whole thing in a day and a half.. It was powerful.. profound.. it’s on my list of best reads…
Her name is Eira Wulfnothsson.. If any of this sparks something in you — look her up.. You might be surprised by what you find…
Also.. I recently read a friend’s book.. it’s also a Christian testimony story of God’s power and love throughout the life of this woman.. her story is similar to mine and Eira’s…. it’s also tremendously powerful… so check her book out… her name is Nan Panman.. and the book is called “Celebrate Every Life… Even Mine”
I recommend them both…
Both of these books are available on Amazon.. and maybe other places also.. I downloaded both from Kindle…
I want to take a moment to explain what I’m doing here on this blog…
First and above all… I love Jesus — 110%… But I also used to be lost.. and I never want to forget that.. My past lets me relate to anyone who shows up here.. Everything I’ve walked through — the struggles.. the mistakes.. the victories.. the faith — it all shaped who I am today…
And I’ve decided I’m not hiding any of it..
This blog is going to show all of me..
who I was…
who I am now…
and who I’m becoming…
I’m going to pour it out and not hold back..
My ministry is BryanForChrist.. and it reaches far beyond one place.. It includes..
my YouTube channel…
my Grow account…
my WhatsApp ministry…
my mission work in the Philippines.. Singapore.. Argentina.. and now Uganda..
and my ongoing connections with churches and ministries across Florida..
And now here also…
There’s a lot happening — but it all comes down to one mission… reaching people who need hope… listening to them… talking to them… loving them… all of them…
I’m going to do that by being myself… My secular side.. my life side.. my faith side.. my Christian heart — it all lives here together…..
So this blog is different.. than my other things going on.. I feel this is my angle of approach.. unique to here…
And trust me…
it’s going to work… I hope 😄… nah just kidding… it will be fine… 😁… regardless though… It will be me… 😎…..,t`¡-<³… ☝️
Years ago… a Christian friend of mine.. shared his thoughts with me.. regarding the song “Man In The Box” by Alice in Chains..💥he explained to me how the song was demonic and evil.. because of the line.. “Jesus Christ..deny your maker”… and I’ve had others in my life try and say the same thing… but the song is not that at all… it’s the deep cry and lament of a man… lost in life… lost in addiction.. a man who feels hopeless… a man that knows he’s in💥trouble and dying… a man fighting the demons… a man crying out…… for Jesus…. ((is the song influenced by evil? For sure.. but there’s a lot of good happening here also.. God is trying to reach Lane.. I’m focused on the man crying… I care about him… not the demons))…..💥
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Lane believed… he knew God was real.. he knew God was his only hope… he was💥longing for HIM… he just felt so far away… he didn’t know how to get there… he was blinded by his life… this is what drug💥addiction does… I know… I’ve been there…
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Lane’s story is so sad to me… because I was just like him… but there’s hope for us all💥today…. you dont have to feel like Lane and me….☝️….. there is one💥standing at the door of your heart… knocking…💥
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People are more important… than anything else… even the ones you don’t know… even the ones you don’t like…☝️💯
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“” see the forest through the trees… that goes for us Christians also… and by ‘us I mean me’…””💥
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“” send me to them.. I will help them find YOU…””💯
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Lane was beautiful… I pulled for him… I prayed for him… makes me sad… that he ended like he did… he died alone… in his apartment… of an overdose… don’t you end like this… get up stand up… wake up… answer the door… ☝️💥💯🏳🪜✝️
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“” people don’t care how much you know… until they know how much you care…””🖤
The Night I Almost Sold My Soul… To The Evil One…💥…🏳⚘️
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It was Tuesday.. June 6.. 2o06.. around 9 pm.. eastern time.. in the small town of Locust Grove.. Georgia.. USA.. at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac.. a good neighborhood to grow up.. in a beautiful.. yellow..💥 southern home.. out of a magazine.. with white shudders and trim.. and an old style front porch.. that almost ran the length of the house.. lined with antique wooden💥 rocking chairs.. full with gorgeous flowers and potted plants of various kinds and colors.. my mother’s precious castle… her Kindom.. where she reigned… and I just happened to be there… sitting.. rocking.. playing my guitar and singing.. trying to write my song…..💥
I had been struggling with addiction.. somehow.. I decided in my mind.. that the drugs made me more creative.. I felt it made me a better musician.. a better💥 singer… I thought i could write better… I swallowed the lie wholly… one thing was for sure.. I enjoyed myself and my music much more while under the influence… this was the reason I used drugs… it💥 wasn’t to sit around and get high and act💥stupid and practice meaningless💥nonsense of no importance… I would make magic.. I was creating the world inside my head… singing and strumming the strings of my life.. the only way I knew how at the time…💥
I was high that night.. like the sky.. I was sitting at my computer.. I had been💥 performing live all day in an online music festival concert… I was a part of a group of💥worldwide musicians known as “The Pond”… and we were putting on a show that day… so i’d perform a song about every two hours… and in between that.. other acts would play…..💥
As I was waiting my turn… something came over me… a thought… a desire to be famous… a desire to be heard.. to be known.. to be felt the world over…💥to be loved by many… to be a rockstar… and then it happened… I began to speak to him… to the evil one.. the devil.. satan.. Lucifer.. whatever you want to call him.. he has many names… I told him that if he were to make me famous… and take me and my music to the top… take me to the highest level… that I would💥serve him… what happened next.. I wasn’t expecting and has been hard to forget……….💥
As I ended my words with him… something happened… I had his attention.. I felt his presence close.. I felt him💥listening.. I felt him speaking.. as if he was saying…. “”ok… it’s all yours.. what you ask.. what you seek.. what you desire… it’s all yours””… I finished the concert that night and went to bed.. exhausted and uneasy…..💥
Morning came… I awoke.. and immediately.. I remembered… oh no.. what have I done?.. I was sober now… I jumped out of bed… I was scared… I was a mess emotionally… I made coffee… I tried to think of my next move… I went to the garage… and I spoke these words out loud.. to him again… I told him to forget💥 everything I asked for… that I didn’t mean it… that I didn’t want it… that I could never commit to him… because I belong to💥CHRIST JESUS💥… that I would be following HIM and HIM only moving forward… HIM only will I serve… I💥recanted… I took it all back… I felt💥relieved… alive… delivered… forgiven… restored… renewed… what happened next has given me a few bad dreams over the years…..💥
As I finished telling the devil.. my new future plan… an evil presence rushed at me from across the room… it was angry and fast… I could hear the wind and💥motion as it approached me… it got right up close in my face… nose to nose… staring me down… it was the most💥intense… most intimidating… purest form of evil… it didn’t feel like a demon… it felt like the source… the one behind it all… the one that fell… the accuser of the brethren… the father of lies… the devil himself…💥 Lucifer… and he was in my garage… in my face… trying to start a fight…💥 or finish one…💥… that I started……💥
I was frozen in place… nose to nose… face to face… I had to do something… I started talking to GOD..silently… calling on HIM… HE showed up… I filled up on strength… I started rebuking the evil… commanding it with authority… it remained in front of me… something had to give… I couldn’t stand any longer in the presence of it… I ran in the house… and it was over… but it wasn’t over……💥
So since this experience… throughout the years… evil has tried many times to take my life… evil has made several attempts.. .. but GOD… rich in love and mercy… has kept me safe… HE has miraculously💥delivered me on occasions… when I call on HIM… HE comes after me… riding the wind… HE has been with me through it all… my strength–my source… it’s because of my GOD…💥that I write to you this night… and tell you of HIS goodness… and I only say this to you… HE loves you as much as HE loves me… and HE’S there… HE’S real… nose to nose… face to face… waiting for you…💥
Many people don’t believe….. I can’t help but to….. because of what I’ve been💥 through… I know the truth with certainty… I know we all only have two choices… and limited time to choose…..💥
‘O THANK YOU JESUS 💥💯
I leave you with these scriptures.. look them up.. it is my life verse given to me by the LORD…💥
Psalm 143: 9-12…. (143 is the numeric code for the phrase “I love you” 9-12 is my💥birthday… and the words inside… my life…… my story…….my GOD……💥`-!1~`-4/3_<9*,;:12’^”>t’…,,”…,’…,t’/_`-!’,-^-💥
“….I awoke last night to the sound of thunder… how far off… I sat💥and wondered… started humming a song from 1962… aint it funny how the night moves… when you just don’t seem to have as much to lose… strange how the night moves…💥with Autumn closing in….”…..,t’ `~-.i’!^_/
I’ll never forget the summer of 2o06…
“…oh the night has been won… and I shall overcome… yet not i.. but through CHRIST In me…”💥…………………………………………`☆
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if your unfamiliar with the girl singing in the video?… that’s Jen Ledger… the drummer from the band SKILLET… I’m in love with her 😍😅.. she’s my honey…😁..💥
I just posted another short video of her playing drums… hard to believe that’s the same.. innocent.. precious.. sweet little thing singing in the other vid 😅… she’s a beast on those drums!………..💥
“” you can take my heart… you can take my breath… when you pry it… from my cold dead chest…”” ☝️💯
“”I JUST EDITED THIS AND ADDED ANOTHER SONG VIDEO..SISTER💥 HAZEL-CHAMPAGNE HIGH”” now the story is complete… it’s perfect… for me… (also I just added part of a poem by Thomas Ford)
When I was 19… I met a girl.. (the girl).. she was 16… I exploded inside when i saw her for the first time…💥🏳… I surrendered… I let my white flags fly… she became my girlfriend… we were inseparable… deep in love… or so we thought… her family loved me… my family loved her… I worked hard… I saved all my money… I bought her a small diamond ring… before I ever asked her to marry me… i knew her eyes said yes always…💥
We lived like we were married… that wasn’t good… it wasn’t christian… it wasn’t Godly… she meant more than anything else to me… that wasn’t good either…💥
My 21st birthday was approaching… I was excited… she was nervous… I started going out nights with my friends… to bars and clubs… I was drinking… I was partying…💥 she was lonely… late one night.. I ended up drunk on my friends couch… a girl I knew before her was there… she sat down beside me… time passed… highly intoxicated….. I had sex with this other girl…💥
When I woke up that morning… sober… I couldn’t believe what I had done… I loved my life so… how could I ever cheat on her… I felt like garbage… dirty… so–fake… I 💥 walked to the bathroom… threw some water on my face… I couldn’t look in the mirror…
I decided to tell her the truth… I had to let go of this… to be free… to be honest… to be me again… oh how.. I wanted her to forgive me… I just knew that our love was💥 strong enough to bend… that we could survive this… before I could tell her… she told me that she had a dream… that same night… that I cheated on her… WHOA-OH… unbelievable… I was in the process of being unfaithful… while she was asleep and dreaming of it…💥
So.. I sat her down… trembling.. I told her… it broke her in half… she told me to leave… long story short… she was done… she never had anything to do with me ever again…💥
Now I was broke… behond repair… it took me years to get right… I’ve endured much pain and hurt on my narrow road of life… but nothing ever as painful as losing her…
About 6 months ago… I found her Facebook… I gathered myself… found strength to look through her pictures… I saw her… her husband… her two glowing teenagers… boy and girl… her life…💥 without me… looked so beautiful…💛
‘pictures in a box at home– yellowing and green with mold– so I can barely see your face–(I) wonder how that color taste–…🎵 –‘…….. ……….~</3~’…A…—|—’…N….-/-/-‘..G…..↓°↓°↓’…E….^|^’……L….¡!’….A…:;:;’…….</3,,,’—|—†’“““`=angela
“”and for the million hours that we were well I’ll smile and remember it all then I’ll turn and go🎵 while your story’s completed mine is a long way from done…””
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Part of a poem… by Thomas Ford
There is a lady sweet and kind… Was never face so pleased my mind… I did but see her passing by… And yet I love her till I die……
The Kind of Love… That Doesn’t Last… But Never Leaves…💥
by Loia 🏳
Pets are great.. I love them.. They’ve been a part of me—a part of my family—throughout my whole life…💥
I’m more of a dog person.. but I grew up in a house full of cats.. I mean.. like many—ten plus… easily… My mother loves cats.. more than should probably be allowed..
Over the years.. I’ve loved… and lost—deeply… and often… because of pets.. That’s the thing about them.. you’re most likely going to outlive them… You can’t escape the grief.. It’s part of the price.. But the lessons they teach… and the joy they bring… make worth it every time…
Take the dog.. for instance… It’s the closest thing to God’s love we have—man’s best friend… loving us 💥 unconditionally… “Dog” spelled backward is “God,”… and I don’t think that’s a coincidence… They were made this way on purpose—to help us see…
I’ve buried more than a few… It never gets easy… After the last funeral… I decided not to own another… But I’ve had some wonderful ones… Buck… Maggie… and the last one… Eve…`-,;………….<~†~>’,
She was special… Named her so.. because I found her in the middle of the road… late into a cold Christmas Eve night… she was shivering and starving….. eating roadkill to survive… I almost ran over her with my car… she was just a tiny little puppy… a bright blip on the dark road… I stopped… I rescued her… then she rescued me… She was beautiful… and white… a red-nose pit bull mix—friendly… loving… and smart…
I had her trained on hand commands… I didn’t need to use words—just eye contact and motioning… She obeyed because she loved me… and she wanted to please me… We had a silent language… like ellipses and em dashes… like rests in music… We spoke through hands… eyes… and heart…💥
Funny thing is.. that’s something I still do today—with people… not pets… Makes me wonder sometimes… which is the real animal?
Now.. let’s jump from canine to feline… Freaking cats..man—they haunt me in dreams! I grew up with them.. they’ve always been around.. My mother still has a house full to this day.. She loves them so much she can’t even go on vacation or leave town—it’s too much trouble finding a babysitter… She’s kind of controlled by what she loves…💥
And it’s not just dogs I’ve buried… I’ve said goodbye to cats too—and had the honor of loving some great ones… Bebe… Dusty… Bernie Mack… Buttons… Precious… Sissy… that’s just some of them…
Earlier tonight… I came across a comment I once posted on a friend’s page… It’s a cat story from my life… my past… I thought I’d end with it…
If you’ve made it this far… thank you—for taking the time to get to know me… I love and appreciate you… Here’s that story… copy-pasted.. just for you… I hope it blesses you…💥
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My mother loves cats… Her email is literally kittyqueen.. Growing up.. we always had a house full of them—all fat… all spoiled rotten… living like kings and queens… Honestly… they had it better than I did!
We had one male tabby named Dusty who lived nineteen years… I was thirteen when we got him and thirty-two when he died… Losing him was like losing a member of the family… He’d been there through everything…
Dusty had a wonderful… long life… Most cats don’t make it to nineteen… I named him Dusty because of his unusual color—he looked like he was covered in dust… He died in my arms…💥
We also had another cat named Bernie Mack (I named him too)… He was a miracle… One day… my mother accidentally ran over his head with her car… We rushed him to the vet… and they managed to save him… His jaw was broken and wired shut… his skull and nose fractured… major brain swelling—he even had a feeding tube…
For three months… our vet cared for him at her house… keeping him beside her bed at night…. People in our whole town were praying for him… Against all odds… Bernie survived—and lived another sixteen years…
I know that cat only made it because of prayer…💥
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Maybe that’s what pets are really here for… to remind us how to love something that can’t last forever—and to love it anyway.
Fragments of Loia 