Hidden Gems from the B-Side — Matthew West (Week 24)

Something to Say… 🎶 Out of My Hands

Hey yall… Happy Sunday…
more from Matthew West today…

Back in 2oO7…
while working on Something to Say…

Matthew literally had nothing to say…

Doctors found a polyp on his vocal cord—
it hemorrhaged…

surgery… right in the middle of the record…

and for a while—
he didn’t know if he’d ever sing again…
let alone finish it.

After the surgery…
he couldn’t talk for months…
couldn’t sing…

but he couldn’t be silenced.

He came back… strong—
and he’s still going today…
stronger than ever.

I’ve got two great ones for you this day…

🎶 Something to Say + Intro (Something to Say — 2oO8)

🎶 Out of My Hands (Happy — 2oO3)

Also… he’s written many books…
available on Amazon if you ever want to check them out.

I’ve also included a really cool bonus video…
of Matthew meeting some fans at Walmart late one night…

he bought them all copies of his record…
and performed a few songs for them—

right there in Walmart lol 😄

So he lost his voice…
but not his song.

hope yall enjoy—
and thanks for listening… always.

© 2026 bryanforchrist. All rights reserved.

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Hidden Gems from the B-Side —Matthew West (Week 23)

History 🎵 Get Away

Matthew West’s one of those artists where it just feels real. A lot of his songs are pulled from real-life stories—people writing in, sharing what they’ve been through—and he turns that into something honest. He’s been through it himself too… even lost his voice for a season and had to fight his way back. He’s also written for artists like Casting Crowns, Rascal Flatts, and Mandisa—which says a lot about how strong his writing really is. You can hear it in his own music—nothing forced, nothing fake… just faith, struggle, and redemption showing up in the songs.

First up—
🎵 History
History (2o05)

Next—
🎵 Get Away
History (2o05)

Also I’ve included a cool bonus video where Matthew surprises a fan from Twitter with a phone call… a song… and a prayer.

Hope yall enjoy… 🙌🙏t`’

Matthew 11:28
“Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”

© 2026 bryanforchrist. All rights reserved.

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One Pull Away…

*** DO NOT TRY THIS YOURSELF ***

The 90’s for me…
were just… were just… hmm…
still lookin’ for the word(s)…

For now…
fire and ice.

The middle of the decade—
Burned hottest…
Froze bone…

I was dealin’ with heartbreak…
tryin’ to fix it with drugs… alcohol…
music.

I was strugglin’

So this memory came back to me today…
I just sat there like—
geeees man… what was I thinkin’?

Apparently… I wasn’t.

Back then… I had a few handguns…
used to go to the firin’ range pretty often…
had a couple of 9mm’s…

and this one…

a small .22 revolver—
pearl handle…
looked almost harmless in the hand.

But I noticed somethin’ about it…

You could load just one round…
and if you looked closely—
you could barely see it sittin’ there in the chamber.

So… as you pulled the trigger…
if you paid attention…
you could track it… tell when it was one pull away.

And yeah…

I’d mess with my buddies sometimes…

I would play Russian Roulette with it.

Even though I knew I was “safe”…
keepin’ an eye on the bullet…

it was still—
an unreal feelin’.

hard to explain it.

I never let anyone else handle the gun loaded…
and I absolutely would not let anyone else participate…
and I never shared my secret.

I can’t believe I did it.

My friends thought I was somethin’ else…
and yeah…
I built quite a reputation off that.

But lookin’ back now…

ugg…

what a thing to do.

So grateful God never let go…

*** DO NOT TRY THIS YOURSELF ***

Job 33:18
“He keeps them from the pit, their lives from perishing by the sword.”

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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Some Men Say It… Some Men Live It

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

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson | bryanforchrist | All rights reserved

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Celebrate Every Life… Even Mine — A Powerful Memoir by Nan Corban

📚 New Read Alert!
For transparency, Nan is a friend of mine — but this book genuinely encouraged me… powerful…

I’m so excited to share Celebrate Every Life….Even Mine – Nan Corban’s Autobiography with you all! 🌟

In this powerful memoir, Nan Corban opens up about her journey through life — the challenges she’s faced, the lessons she’s learned, and the beautiful moments that have shaped who she is today. Set against real-life experiences and heartfelt reflections, this book also shares how Jesus saved her and helped turn her life around, reminding us that every life has meaning, every story matters, and even the hard parts can be celebrated. 🙏

With 170 pages of honest storytelling and spiritual insight, Celebrate Every Life….Even Mine is the kind of read that encourages you to reflect, to grow, and to embrace your own story with a little more grace and hope. It was published by Trilogy Christian Publishing in July 2023 and written in English. 📖

Whether you’re looking for inspiration, encouragement, or just a real-life story that sticks with you, Nan’s memoir is worth picking up. 💛

Available on Amazon… go check it out… I read it and it’s great! 👇

© 2026 bryanforchrist. All rights reserved.

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I Am Back 🙌

So I’ve been sick for two years…
it’s been horrible…
I’ve been gradually getting better over these last months…

A few weeks ago…
I made huge progress…
felt like I got healed…

And today…
I feel it in every way…

I’m gaining weight again…
I’ve been working out daily for almost two weeks now…
and in a short time… I’m putting on muscle…
I’m looking better than ever…
I’m feeling strong…
I feel like myself again…

And I can’t praise God enough…
Oh thank You… Holy Father…

I’ve had people all over the world praying for me…
pulling for me… and my girlfriend’s faithful prayers…
Oh how grateful I am…
thankful…
humbled by the entire experience…
Oh how happy I am…
that it’s over…

because there were moments I truly wasn’t sure I’d ever get back here…

Honestly.. my faith wavered over these past few years… I was so sick…
I lost nearly 60 pounds…
I was told it was cancer…
then told it wasn’t…
and to this day… I still don’t know what it was…

I just know it was hard…
a daily struggle to not give up…

But now…

Because of my God —
I am back…

Not just back…
but renewed…
Stronger…
Better…
Alive in a way I hadn’t felt in years…

And today…
I stand here in gratitude —
the fear is gone…

All glory to God —
the healer…
the restorer…
the One who carried me when I couldn’t carry myself…

Amen and Amen.

Forever and ever…

“Though He slay me.. yet will I trust in Him…” — Job 13:15 (NKJV)

“The Lord restored the health of Job…”
— Job 42:10

© 2026 bryanforchrist. All rights reserved.

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bryanforchrist on YouTube…

Ben Fuller 🎶 Black Sheep…

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

Click on thumbnail inside short for full song…

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

🐑🖤←✝️❤️

💔🎨→🖋️🔥
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🪨❤️→🚪🚶‍♂️
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❤️🐑→🔥🌫️
⬇️🔥❌🚫
🐕🐕🐕→🌎
📣→🐑

😰❓→😐🎭 
🪨❤️→🚪🚶‍♂️ 
😢💧🙈 
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🐑🖤←✝️❤️ 
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Psalm 68:6… God sets the lonely in families…

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved

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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.

Midnight…

My New Year’s Eve Story…

On the last night of the year…
hope felt easy…
it hummed in my chest…
like a song I thought I finally knew by heart…

I was already living…
in the glow of tomorrow…

Then—
in a breath
the air shifted…

with hard words…
a sudden silence inside…

that old familiar pit
opened in my stomach…
eating up the light
I had just begun to trust…

I laid there in the dark…
for awhile…
just numb…

trying not to embrace it…
yet longing to be embraced…

exhausted…
overwhelmed…

I drifted off…
on cold sheets of glass…

praying not to dream…
just to sleep…
just to forget…
if only for a little while…

At midnight—
I woke…

to colored bombs
bursting in air…

then… despair…

wonderful colors…
of months passed…
seemed no more…

cosmic lonely hit…
it wasn’t a dream…

I just laid there…
thinking…

with my 100-pound heart…

with silent flow…
I wet my pillow…

a quiet deep fountain…
rushing in the night…

eyes I haven’t known…
in awhile…

Eventually—
I fell back asleep…

only to wake again…
at 1:43…

and 3:33…

just to repeat
the things written above…

When I woke the last time—
through the blinds…
lines of sunshine…

warmed me…

like kisses…
all over my face…

Thank You God…

I know it will be ok…

I know it’s going to be a good year 😎`’.,°~

…….⛈️→💃🌧️→🙂<3→😞📅→😊📅→🚫😨→👀→☀️→🌈’…….~⛈~→\o/→<3→↓°→↑°→?→!→|→^°→~^~’

Psalm 102:6–7 ✨️🦉🏜🐦🏠

“I am like a desert owl of the wilderness…
like an owl of the waste places…
I lie awake…
I have become like a lonely bird on a housetop…”

© 2026 Bryan H — All Rights Reserved.

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…

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