grace – Heart of Loia `'.,°~

January 18, 2026January 21, 2026

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.

January 14, 2026January 16, 2026

bryanforchrist on YouTube…

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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January 9, 2026January 14, 2026

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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January 4, 2026January 5, 2026

Hidden Gems From The B-Side.. Faith Side (Week 8)

Big Daddy Weave 🎶 Overwhelmed 🎶 My Story…

Hey yall… happy Sunday… I have two more for you from Big Daddy Weave…

My Story… released 2o15… from the album Beautiful Offerings….

Overwhelmed… released 2o12… from the album Love Come to Life…

I found this out about them and thought it was so cool…

Pre-show ritual
Before every concert.. the band has a quiet devotional time together.. then they literally walk through the venue and touch every seat.. praying for the specific person who will sit there that night
After shows.. instead of disappearing backstage.. they routinely stay for an hour or more to pray individually with people.. making them some of the last to leave the building

Press play and enjoy… 😎 `.°~

I see the work of Your hands…
Galaxies spin… in a Heavenly dance… oh God… All that You are… is so overwhelming…

If I told you my story… you would hear Love… that never gave up…

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

December 31, 2025January 1, 2026

Fireworks and Faith…

God on the Shoulder of the Highway…

It was New Year’s Eve… 1997 into ’98…
I had survived…
The year — I mean… I wasn’t sure I would…

The heart I have today…
was still shaping back then…
burning… crushing…
maybe it was the fireworks outside —
or maybe just my own…

There was a party that night…
at my friends’ house — Sam and Becky…

their place was always full of people…
I spent so many weekends there that year…
it was like my second home…

crazy nights… good nights…
we were all so close…

often I’d bring my guitar…
and we’d sit around until morning…
singing songs… drinking…
and sometimes… yeah… drugs…

I was on an intense champagne high…
I’d had way too much…
I normally didn’t get like that…
I could usually hold my own…
but not that night…

my plan was to crash there…
just pass out on a couch like always…

but around 3 am…
I had some words with a friend of mine…
she pissed me off…

so….. stubborn and spinning…
I grabbed my keys…
made my way to my car…
and decided to attempt the 45-minute drive
back to my apartment…

I honestly don’t remember much
about the first half of the drive…

I somehow managed to make it
onto Interstate 75 North…
and then everything just
kind of went black…

I remember hearing…
and feeling…
this repetitive vibrating —
a low rumbling sound…

I thought I was dreaming…
the sound just kept going…

finally… I opened my eyes…

the strangest moment…
still hard to describe properly with words…

I had passed out while driving…
slipped over
into the passenger seat
of my Camaro…

and my car
was still doing about 60 mph…
riding the shoulder of Interstate 75…
inches from the guardrail…

the sound I was hearing —
the rumble strip…
screaming at me that I was in danger…

I sat up immediately…
grabbed the wheel…
pulled myself back into the travel lanes…
just in the nick of time…

there was an abandoned vehicle
directly in front of me…
I missed it by only a few feet…

I was completely sober now…

I kept driving home…

I just couldn’t believe it…
I could have killed someone…
and almost killed myself…

then…
I had this powerful spiritual moment…

I felt a Presence…
a Holy Voice inside…

I don’t know how long I was asleep…
but I know…

someone had the steering wheel…

I was sure of it…

I talked with Him
the rest of the way home…

and somewhere
on that dark stretch of road…

I made my resolutions
for 1998…

`’.,°~

© 2025–2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

December 29, 2025December 30, 2025

Held Together…

Lauren Daigle.. Jon from Switchfoot.. I Won’t Let You Go.. 🎼 💙🫂 t…

I’ve lived enough life…
made enough mistakes…
carried enough weight…

to know one thing for sure…

I never held myself together…

I know this for fact…

because I know the One…
who holds me…

together…

He is before all things…
and in Him… all things… hold together…
— Colossians 1:17

¼³💔🔥→🩹💧🩸→😣🧎→🤲🕊️🤝✝→🌅❤️'<3~🔥→/↓→_~…~†→=|=→^°’ `’.,°~

Stay til the end… for the harmonies… 3:42… ☝️

© 2025–2026 Bryan H All Rights Reserved

December 21, 2025February 6, 2026

The Window Song

one broken summer… one beautiful moment…

The Summer of 97`
was rough man…

like couldn’t get any worse…
far as the heart goes…

go read my story First Love
and you will get it… 😁

…but now looking back…
it was beautiful…

So I did three things that summer…

went to work…
played my guitar…
hung out with friends…

killing everything with drugs and alcohol…
straight up gunning my life down…

At the time… I was living in a downstairs apartment…
in the burbs of Atlanta…

That summer… I spent many a day and night…
many an hour…

sitting on the edge of my bed…
right in front of an open window…

strumming my strings…
singing my blues away…

learning new songs…
holding fast to old ones…

I had just finished a concert to myself lol…
when I heard a soft hello…

Then I looked… and there —
at my window —

was the beautiful face
that belonged to the voice…

She lived in the neighborhood…
I didn’t know her…

With my guitar still in my hands…
we talked — through the screen —

She was kind… honest…
open…

She told me that for a month…
she would pass by my window…

hoping I would be there…
singing…
playing…

She told me how much she looked forward to it…
how the music helped her…
because she was dealing with much in her life…

She said she would lean against my building…
beside my window…
just out of sight…

listen for a while…
breathe in deep…

she said my feelings —
that I was giving away in those songs —
she recognized them…
as her own…

She said she’d get lost in my songs…
forget things…
for a little while…

I’ve never had a better compliment…

So I told her…

my window… was her window…
my song… was her song…

and she was welcome… anytime…

`’.°~

…….<~|🜔|~>→🪟→♪♪~…….<~|*|~>→|[]|→~~~♪~ `.°~ @’~~~ that’s what she said…

While writing this I listened to the album Kerosene Hat by Cracker… from 1993…

She was definitely… a hidden gem… from the b-side… 😎`’.,

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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December 19, 2025December 28, 2025

Blood In The Sky 🔴`’.°~

a night in my life…

In June of 2o09…
I walked away from the drug life
away from the people
The Culture
The chaos
The darkness

But darkness does not always let go easily

These were the people I once called friends
One of them was like a brother to me
Yet they secretly planned to take my life

They were tied to something dangerous — an organization that did not forgive

I knew too much

They tricked me into going on a road trip to another state

Their plan was to hand me over…

to people who were supposed to kill me

make me disappear forever…

As truth slowly began to reveal itself
fear poured through me…

I thought to myself

This is it…
it’s over…
I’m done…
I’m about to die…

So I began to pray silently…
Believing I was about to meet my maker…

Then something happened — something Holy

A presence stood beside me…

Fear lifted off me…

A deep peace fell over me…

I knew…

I wasn’t alone…

And the men with me felt it too — they knew something greater than them had stepped in…

What I did not know was that they had secretly drugged me

I began to feel sick

The world began to fade away… everything went black…

The next thing I remember — waking up in a hospital

I stayed there for two weeks

My body… recovering
My heart… waking up…

When I walked out
I was not the same…

Jesus met me — I’ve followed Him ever since…

I couldn’t go home
But that was ok…

I didn’t want to be there anyway…

Later.. I learned what really happened that night…

God spoke to the heart of one of the men…

The same man who helped plan my death… was the one who called for help…

He helped save my life…

He chose mercy… over murder…

I will never forget that moon…

Huge… low…

heavy in the night…

close enough to touch…

Deep red and orange — like blood in the sky…

After that night…

God led me into discipleship and ministry…

He gave me a vision…
a heart for people…

a promise…

that my life…

would rest safely in His hands always…

what was supposed to be an ending…
turned into a beginning…

a chance to turn it all around…

Reach For The Sky… ‘Cause Tomorrow… May Never Come…

So I sit at the edge of my bed…
I strum my guitar… and I sing an outlaw love song…

With a guitar in my hand… I stand a little taller…

November 26, 2025December 28, 2025

18 Days Awake…

The Edge…

If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time?

When I saw this prompt question…
it brought back many memories of my past…
my drug days…

I went without much in those years…
including sleep…

I was reminded of the time I stayed awake for 18 days…
so I started thinking on it…
and googling…
and reading…

Apparently.. the Guinness World Record for staying awake is 11 days and 25 minutes…
so yeah…
I shattered that record…
but I’m guessing that guy didn’t have any help from stimulants lol…

Through more reading…
I learned that being awake 18 days is hanging right on the edge of death…

Guess I’m really blessed and fortunate…
because there were numerous times I would be awake around 10 days or more even.. I actually beat the world record many times… nothing to be proud of…

I am so grateful and thankful to God…
that I made it through those times…
and I am not the same today…

Death waited at the door…
but it did not win…
I walked back out of those days…
changed…
and still breathing…