so looking to the sky ¡ will sing and from my heart to YOU ¡ bring…
I offer a service kind of like Blaze… but way hella better.
The cost is similar, but I will work with you.
If you have coin struggle… you can pay in many other ways.
It’s not about money… never was… never will be…
because you see…
I can help you customize stuff…
you know what I mean right?
So you only pay for what you need. 🤷♂️ 🦤
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Who was your most influential teacher? Why?
This is Pastor Wendell Wilson…
he discipled me.
I met him in June of 2o08…
and ended up living with him for about five years.
He ran a Christian rehab for men down in Florida…
and after I finished the program…
he asked me to stay on…
become his resident director.
So I did.
I served there for four years…
and somewhere in all that time…
he became more than a pastor to me…
he became a father.
He was one of a kind…
a remarkable man.
I could tell you story after great story…
so many memories…
but what stands out most…
is how he lived…
How he loved people…
I’ve never met anyone who genuinely loved others like he did…
And the way he spoke to you…
man… he had a way with words. He backed them up too.
He would say things to you…
right in the moment…
exactly when you needed to hear it most.
One profound thing he told me that never left…
“Son… people would rather see a sermon any day… than hear one.”
That stuck like Chuck with me.
I still carry it.
Because as powerful as words can be…
they don’t mean much without something behind them.
I can say the most beautiful things…
turn your stupid heart to jello…
but at some point…
I need to shut my mouth…
and be about it.
Show you.
Let you see it.
Because I’d rather see something real…
than hear something perfect.
No matter how well penned it is…
it’s empty…
it has to be lived…
it’s just beautifully nothing…
I’d rather see things clearly…
and say things simply…
let action… with feeling… be the real pen…
…
Pastor Wendell passed away at his home in 2o16…
surrounded by friends and family…
and it was beautifully real… to see.
…,’…,’…t
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What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
I know which one I want removed
I’m thinking of cutting this finger off—
just make do and play power 5 chords on guitar.
but at least it’s not on my forehead 🤷♂️
… 💯👇
And now I’m tied to a train
Down memory lane
Stuck on repeat
Repeat the same old same© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson | All rights reserved
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What was the best compliment you’ve received?
I’ve had some kind words over the years… but one stands above the rest…
It came through a window…
Back in the late 90s… I was living in a little downstairs apartment outside Atlanta… just me… a guitar… and a lot going on in life…
Most nights I’d sit by that open window and play… sing… pour it all out…
What I didn’t know…
Was that someone was listening…
There was a girl in the neighborhood… and for about a month… she would come by at night… lean up against the outside of my building… just out of sight…
And listen…
She told me later… she’d wait, hoping I’d be there… that my songs helped her get through things she was dealing with…
That she would just stand there… breathing it in… and for a little while…
She could forget her life…
One night… she finally said hello…
And I’ll never forget all the things she said to me…
That my music gave her peace… even if just for a moment…
I’ve never had a better compliment than that…
Not applause… not praise…
Just knowing that something coming out of my heart… reached someone else’s…
And helped them breathe a little easier…
That’s everything to me…
…
If you want to read the full story, it’s here…
https://loia.blog/2025/12/21/the-window-song/ 👈
Proverbs 25:11 (KJV)
“A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.”
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Fly Me Courageous ♬ Build a Fire
Hey yall… welcome…
Today I got two more from these guys…
both of ‘em take me back…
Back to around ‘98…
weekend nights… guitars plugged in…
just playing for hours…
There was this lady and her husband…
and also a guy named Dennis…
and my best friend Ron on drums…
we’d go all night…
And somewhere in the middle of it all…
between the laughs…
the beer… the whiskey… the weed…
these two songs would find their way in…
I don’t miss the stimulants…
but I sure miss the music…
the friendship…
the memories…
I think about Dennis a lot…
he passed way too young…
great guy… great guitar player…
♬ “Fly Me Courageous” — Fly Me Courageous (1991)
♬ “Build a Fire” — Fly Me Courageous (1991)
So this one’s for you, Dennis…
Rock on, brother… 🎸
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You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?
When life gets thick…
grab a pogostick…
If your road feels stifled—
try a unicycle…
🤷♂️
(Λſʞ) ㄣ–ᄅ:Ɩ sǝɯɐſ
˙ƃuᴉɥʇou ƃuᴉʇuɐʍ ‘ǝɹᴉʇuǝ puɐ ʇɔǝɟɹǝd ǝq ʎɐɯ noʎ ʇɐɥʇ ‘ʞɹoʍ ʇɔǝɟɹǝd ɹǝɥ ǝʌɐɥ ǝɔuǝᴉʇɐd ʇǝ˥ ʇnq
˙ǝɔuǝᴉʇɐd ɥʇǝʞɹoʍ ɥʇᴉɐɟ ɹnoʎ ɟo ƃuᴉʎɹʇ ǝɥʇ ʇɐɥʇ ‘sᴉɥʇ ƃuᴉʍouʞ
˙suoᴉʇɐʇdɯǝʇ sɹǝʌᴉp oʇuᴉ llɐɟ ǝʎ uǝɥʍ ʎoɾ llɐ ʇᴉ ʇunoɔ ‘uǝɹɥʇǝɹq ʎW© 2026 bryanforchrist | All rights reserved
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Troilus and Cressida
…
Willy `•.
“Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back…
Wherein he puts alms for oblivion…”
…
Hootie ♭ ♮ ♯
“Time… why you punish me?”
…
Me `’.,°~
Tears run deep…
in dueling smile lines…
…
James 4:14 – “For what is your life?
It is even a vapor… that appeareth for a little time… and then vanisheth away.”
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Yesterday, the Lord dealt with me all day about writing short stories in the future.
He reminded me of a time when I was about 10 years old. I shot and killed a bluebird that was resting on a clothesline. I was so sad. I held it in my hands, crying.
I took it to my mother, thinking we could save it — but it was too late.
Yesterday, God brought that moment back to my mind.
And He gave me an idea for a story… how that bird could represent Christ dying for me.
He also gave me the title
Soft Blued Kings
I spent three hours last night just trying to write the opening sentence. With His help, this is what I came up with
Way up in a lone Georgia pine, proud were the wings of two —
a bird of a father, a son true blue.
This story will take some time.
I’m going to take it slow…
and allow the Lord to help me write every bit of it.
It will be my first short story like this, and maybe the first of many.
© 2026 bryanforchrist
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Sonnet 29
…
Willy `•.
“For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.”
…
Aretha ¡¡♪
“The moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you.”
…
Me `’.,°~
Morning comes—
mute with love—
my heart
keens—
you.
…
Song of Solomon 6:3 (KJV)
“I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine.”
© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson
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Where would you go on a shopping spree?
Your house.
I’ll hide in the bushes…
wait for you to leave…
use the key under your welcome mat…
come inside…
like a boss…
take what I want…
open your refrigerator…
drink all your pickle juice…
put the jar back…
leave your pickles naked and dry.
…
On to the next one…
—
…….👦🖐️🍬
→ 😏💭
→ 🚪🚶♂️
→ 🛍️❌💵
→ 😎✋
…….👧👗
→ 🧥⬇️
→ 🪒🎁
…….🧺🧺🧺
→ 😂😂
→ 👐🌬️
→ 🎉
…….🚪🚶♂️
→ 🚪🚶♀️
→ 🚪🚶♂️🚶♀️
→ 😎💰
→ 👐👐👐
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Heart of Loia `'.,°~ 