Bryan Loia Hudson…

(Loia is pronounced “Loy”)

Write about the significance and meaning of your name.. etymology.. etc..

I was given two names…
—one stands…
—one speaks…

Bryan holds the ground…
Loia says the thing…

Somewhere between the two…
—I live…
—I write…

Song Of Solomon 4:16… “awake.. north wind.. come south wind!
blow on my garden… that its fragrance may spread… everywhere…”

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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Crowder feat. Taya 🎶 Crushing Snakes…

https://youtube.com/shorts/k9E3x2pDbTE?si=rOnSLXQ8fPzO8o9Q 👈

Christ Still Crushes… 😎✝️🥾🐍❤️‍🔥

This is a cool song… if you’ve never heard it… check it out… click on thumbnail inside short for full song…

“I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy…”
— Luke 10:19

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Hidden Gems From The B-Side — Faith Side (Week 10)

Sidewalk Prophets 🎶 You Love Me Anyway 🎶 Keep Making Me…

Some bands don’t start on stages…
they start in small rooms… borrowed amps… quiet prayers… and long drives…

Sidewalk Prophets began in 2003 on a college campus in Indiana… just a few friends writing songs about faith doubt and grace while playing worship nights and whatever doors opened…
They toured in vans… played churches and coffee shops… and learned how to carry songs into real lives before anyone was listening…

That slow road mattered… because when their music finally reached the wider world… it already knew how to sit with people…

Two songs from that journey still hit me deep…
and honestly… I think these are two of the greatest Christian songs ever…
I know… that’s saying a lot…
hey… it’s just my opinion… 😁

🎶 You Love Me Anyway
(These Simple Truths 2009 — single 2011)

🎶 Keep Making Me
(Live Like That 2012)

I hope yall enjoy… thank you for your time… have a blessed Sunday…

…….💔→🤲→❤️→✝️→🩹→🕊️
…….🪨→💧→🔥→🫀→🙏
…….🏃‍♂️→✝️→🤍→🌬️→💨
…….🫙→⬇️→✨→⬆️→❤️
…….🌑→🤲→🌟→🛐
…….❤️→✝️→❤️→∞
…….🌬️→🫁→🔥→🕊️
…….🔄→⚒️→🤍→✝️

📖 Romans 5:8
“But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners… Christ died for us…”

© 2026 Bryan H. All rights reserved.

Above It

Where can you reduce clutter in your life?

I’m working on rising above everything
that comes against me…



it doesn’t have to crush me…



I can crush it…


—                                                                      😎`’

👀🔙⏳
🧬🌱
👫❤️👥
🌊🌊🌊                                                 ✝️
⬇️🌊🌀                                   🩸
😮‍💨💨
⏳⬇️🌊
🆘❓
⏰❌🚫                💧
😨🤐                                                               🪶
⚠️🧍‍♂️
🌍🧠
🙅‍♂️
👀➡️🗺️.                         ✝️
💭✨
🌍🧲💥                                                 🩸
✋🔙
🙈⏳➡️👁️
⚖️❤️
🤝🧬❌📦
🙏🕊️
⏰❌🚫              💧
😨🤐
⚠️🧍‍♂️
🌍🧠                                                               💧
⏰❌🚫
💪🔥            🩸
⚠️🧍‍♂️.                                                ✝️
🌍🧠
🙅‍♂️
🌌➕🙏
🌌➕🙏
👁️✨
⏰❌🚫            💧
😨🤐
⚠️🧍‍♂️.                                   🩸
🌍🧠
⏰❌🚫             ✝️
💪🔥👀
⚠️🧍‍♂️.                                                         💧
🌍🧠
🌌➕🙏
🌌➕🙏           ☔                                💧
👁️✨                 😎…
🙅‍♂️⬇️
🙅‍♂️⬇️….. emoji lyric tower ☝️

2 Corinthians 4:8–9 🔥
We are hard pressed on every side… but not crushed… perplexed… but not in despair… persecuted… but not abandoned… struck down… but not destroyed…

bryanforchrist               …..t

© 2026 Bryan H. All rights reserved.

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Past the Pulpit

my dream from last night…

I was in a church filled with people — maybe a thousand of them…
It felt like home… familiar… safe…
But something in the air felt strange…
like warmth covering a quiet wrong…

I was sitting with a group of guys — my friends —
waiting for the service to start…
The room was loud with low voices and shifting bodies…
noise that feels alive
before something important begins…

Then.. a young guy stepped to the pulpit…
mid-twenties… unpolished… unguarded… real…

He started to confess…

Not in a dramatic way — not for attention
just a man tired of carrying his weight alone…
He confessed his sins…
his failures…
his sexual mistakes…
with girls in the church…

The room changed…

Whispers started…
Then snickers…
Then laughter…

People leaned into each other…
smiling behind their hands…
Judging…
Feasting on the fall of someone
brave enough to bleed in public…

I felt my chest tighten…

Not at him —
at them…

I felt angry…
Ashamed…
Disgusted…
I was pissed…

This was supposed to be a place of mercy…
A greenhouse… where things nurture…
instead.. it felt like a courtroom with no grace…

I looked around at the faces of people…
I didn’t recognize the love
I thought lived here…

I wanted out…

So I stood up…

I walked past the rows…
Past the whispers…
Past the laughter…
Past the pulpit… that was no longer an altar… but a guillotine…
and the applause for the fallen… was the new amen…

I pushed open the doors…
as I stepped outside… I felt cleansed… baptized…
free as a wet bird drenched in truth…

then I woke up…

it was just a dream…

…….🚶‍♂️→🤫→😂→⛪️⚔️→👏⬇️🙏❌→🚪→💧†→🐦💦✨

Who knows who is both your best friend and brother…
When everyone’s deserted you…
Who’d shoot first and ask questions later…
If anybody’s messed with you…

Pretty soon we’ll all be tumblin’ like a barrel…
Thrown from the top of the waterfall…
I’m drownin’ in piranhas in the river…
Man… what a drag!

I was talkin’ to my teacher…
Said I didn’t have a clue…
I think my principles are reachin’…

An all time low…

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Ben Fuller 🎶 Black Sheep…

https://youtube.com/shorts/DiSRvSTe1WI?si=UjcVHS3FHLSWyKjo 👈

Click on thumbnail inside short for full song…

…….🚧🚧🚧→🛤️
🛟→🕳️🕳️🕳️
🙅‍♂️💭→🏠❌
🏃‍♂️💨→🌪️😈
😰❓→😐🎭
🪨❤️→🚪🚶‍♂️
😢💧🙈
📣✨→✝️🚫🏃‍♂️

🐑🖤←✝️❤️

💔🎨→🖋️🔥
🍺💊❌🩹
😰❓→😐🎭
🪨❤️→🚪🚶‍♂️
😢💧🙈
📣✨→✝️🚫🏃‍♂️

🐑🖤←✝️❤️ 
🐑🖤←✝️❤️ 

⏳❓🔮❌
❤️🐑→🔥🌫️
⬇️🔥❌🚫
🐕🐕🐕→🌎
📣→🐑

😰❓→😐🎭 
🪨❤️→🚪🚶‍♂️ 
😢💧🙈 
✨🕊️→✝️🚫🏃‍♂️ 
✨🕊️→✝️🚫🏃‍♂️ 

🐑🖤←✝️❤️ 
🐑🖤←✝️❤️

Psalm 68:6… God sets the lonely in families…

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved

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Where She Waits

my dream from last night

I was asleep…
— until I opened my eyes…
— I was in an old town… a third world place…

Cobblestone streets…
— run down…
— falling apart…

There were people everywhere—
on the outside.. they seemed okay…
but once they opened their mouths…
— I saw they were falling apart too…

Nothing but rusted words…
— no faith…
— no hope…
— nothing good to say…
They believed in nothing…

Just empty speech… empty phrases…
— nothing on the inside…
Painted smiles that no one cares to look through…
So I shook it off me—
— continued on…

In the distance.. I could see huge pyramid-like structures…
They were white marble—
— steep…
— with hewn steps stretching across…
Carved for someone braver…
— layered one upon another…
— like a man-made mountain range…

Magnificent to look at…
— like the teeth of God…
— so high up…
— bruising the sky…
— such a challenge…

Something inside me cried out…
Something feral and buried…
I knew—
I must climb…

I started walking toward them…
— because I’m about to move up… 😉

The people started yelling at me—
Their voices like a flock of crows…
— black…
— circling…

You’re not good enough…
you cant…
you wont make it…
it’s impossible…
it’s too much…
you’re crazy…
you’re going to regret it…
you will die…
Yada… yada… yada…

Wrong words—
— like an avalanche…
— thundering down from the mountains…
Bursting into sparks as they hit me—
straight firing me up… setting my spirit ablaze…

My eyes locked…
I started to run — harder…
— faster…
— gaining momentum…
— like jets on a runway…

I took off…
— climbing higher…
— and higher…

The incline at times seemed straight up…
— I could actually feel myself getting tired…

But I kept on—
— never thought of giving up…
— never worried…
— never stopping…
— never slowing to catch my breath…

I’ve never had a better feeling in my life…
— awake or asleep…
— I felt so alive…
— so happy…
— it was unreal…

So determined —
— no one and nothing could stop me…
— nothing was impossible…

It was the greatest feeling ever…
I carried it with me all day after waking…

Mountains mean nothing…

And soon I will rest…
— on the summit…
— where she waits…
Take her hand…
— be her man…

I climb for that moment…
— a deep kiss…
— a life…
— that quiets the world below

Little by little… day by day…

Habakkuk 3:19

“The Lord God is my strength…
and He will make my feet like deer’s feet… and He will make me walk upon my high places…”

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

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Hidden Gems From The B-Side.. Faith Side (Week 9)

Big Daddy Weave 🎶 I’ve Just Seen Too Much 🎶 Redeemed…

Hey yall… happy happy Sunday…
So I’m sticking with Big Daddy Weave a little longer — I’ve got two more good ones for you today…

🎵 I’ve Just Seen Too Much
Album: Let It Begin
Release Year: 2o25

🎵 Redeemed
Album: Love Come to Life
Release Year: 2o12

As a former worship leader I’ve performed many of their songs over the years… so I’ve been blessed to see firsthand how different songs affect people in different seasons of life…

One of the most powerful songs I’ve ever witnessed in that way… is Redeemed…
There’s just something about it…

I used to perform it often for the residents at a psychiatric hospital — people at rock bottom… battling depression… anxiety… addiction… lost and hurting…

And every time… it brought tears…
It brought healing…

It’s powerful…
It meets you exactly where you are…

I hope you enjoy… thank you for listening…

John 3:16 (AMP)
For God so greatly loved and dearly prized the world that He [even] gave His One and only begotten Son so that whoever believes and trusts in Him [as Savior] shall not perish but have eternal life…

John 3:17 (AMP)
For God did not send the Son into the world to judge and condemn the world that is to initiate the final judgment of the world but that the world might be saved through Him…

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

bryanforchrist on YouTube 💙…

Chris August 🎶 Starry Night…

https://youtube.com/shorts/tpBk-ZiTud8?si=whIyXHlNdxU7BPFB 👈

Come check out my YouTube channel… if you like… subscribe… (click on thumbnail inside short for full song)

I’m giving my life to the only One
Who makes the moon reflect the sun
Every starry night
That was His design

I’m giving my life to the only Son
Who was and is and yet to come
Let the praises ring
‘Cause He is everything
‘Cause He is everything

From the painted sky
To my plank filled eye
He’s God of all
He is everything… whoa-oh

I’m giving it all to the only Son
Who gave me hope when I had none
So let the praises ring
Oh… let the Praise ring… cause He is everything… …t

Romans 12:9 NLT… Don’t just pretend to love others… really love them… 💙…

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

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Saltwater and Second Chances

The Day Me and My Friend Almost Drowned…

It was the summer of 1996…
I had it all figured out—
  until I didn’t…
I thought I could—
  until I couldn’t…

Life shows up at times…
 and will straight wreck your ship—
it’s a beast…
 a leviathan…

You can’t just ebb with the tide…
 if you don’t lead it—
  it will lure you…

Drowning is not an option…
Swim like your life depends on it—
  because it does…

Me…
my friend Terrell…
and his girlfriend Helen
decided to go to Panama City.. Florida
for the weekend…

It was about a six hour drive from Atlanta…
I was really spontaneous back then—
 so were my friends…

We would do crazy stuff on a whim…
 without thinking much about it…
it was Helen’s idea—
 T and me just looked at each other
  and smiled…

Within half an hour…
we were in the car and on the road—
 the highway was our runway…
 we didn’t have a flight plan…

After watching my life race by
like highway lines…
for what felt like eternity—
we finally made it…

That’s a notorious drive…
 it always feels double the time it takes…

So we found our rooms…
 chilled for a short time…
bought beer—
 and headed to the beach…

I didn’t know this but
T brought a funnel…
and he knew I had never done it before—
 so I tried it…
  about choked myself…

No bro…
it’s cool…
thanks anyway…

I like to actually taste
and enjoy a beer—
not shoot it like a rocket…
Down my throat…
to my brain
and insides…

So after a day of brutal heat
and alcohol…
I could hear the Gulf
calling my name—

Deep calls to deep…
 like a favorite song…

The two of us traded
the safety of the sand…
 for liquid turquoise…
oh.. how good it felt
on my body…

Such a beautiful and strange thing—
 is water…
It gives life…
 it can take it too…

We both were excellent swimmers…
 loved it so…
spent a lot of time in the water together—
 we ventured out pretty far…

I started to get a little tired…
Told T we should head back to shore—
 he agreed…
I could tell he was tiring too…

We hit a sandbar…
finally able to stand…
feel the bottom again…

I could feel the alcohol
hitting me more…
 creeping up on me…
  my head was spinning…

As I was bobbing…
 fighting waves…
an undercurrent picked up slightly—
 pulled us off the sandbar…

We could no longer stand…
It was back to treading…

T wasn’t looking good—
 he had way too much to drink…
This was a bad idea…
 things were about to get real…

Suddenly—
we were like two kites
with broken strings…

He started to struggle hard…
 fell below the surface…
  then up again…
   then down once more…

Oh no…
 oh no…

He cried out for me—
 help me…
  then he went under…

I went down after him…
with what strength I had left—
 got him back up…

But he was in survival mode…
 total panic…

He clung to me—
 I couldn’t move
  my arms
  or legs…

Next thing I know…
I was under water…
 he was on top of me…

Stepping all over me—
 his feet pushing me further down
as he fought for his life…
 to stay afloat…

I sank below…

Under water…
 out of strength…
  out of breath…
   far from home…

Fear spun over me
like a dreaded whirlwind—

I thought about the ones I loved…
 my life…
  how I should have done better…

I tried to fight some more—
 but I just had nothing left…
  zero breath…

I noticed the sun above…
 its beams shooting through the water
  all around me…

The fear left…
I was ok now…

I said a prayer…
 then from beneath the ocean…
  I said my goodbyes…

I gave up and breathed in saltwater…

Then—
unexpectedly…

I felt sand under my feet…
With new-found strength—
 I pushed off and up…

My head shot above water…
I found myself again
on the elusive sandbar…

I instantly started coughing…
 spitting out water from my lungs…

I breathed in—
 it was air this time…

I slowly walked
the narrow sandbar
back to shallower water…

I made it back to the beach…

My waterlogged body—
 collapsing…
  surrendering to sleep…

Later that evening…
close to sunset…

I woke…
 I remembered…
  I was so thankful…
   grateful…
    happy to be alive…

But oh my Lord—
 where was T…
  was he ok…

Then—
down the beach…

I saw him
and Helen…

The same thing had happened to him…
He somehow made it to shore…
 passed out…
  and slept…

He had just woken up
the same time I did…

This was all just so unreal…
How blessed
and fortunate
we were to have made it out…

I learned major lessons that day…
 I’m always learning stuff…

My friend T survived the ocean that day…
Only to be shot and killed years later—

Murdered…
 gunned down…
  in cold blood…

Like he was nothing…

over nothing…

He made it out of the water…
 but not the world…

And I’m still out here…

trying to make sense
  of the waves

that never stop coming…

Psalm 42:7 (NIV)


“Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls…
all your waves and breakers have swept over me…”

© 2026 Bryan H. All rights reserved.

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