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Beavis & Butthead…

a story from my life…

Back in 2o08… my life was fun fun… you know… dodging bullets… concrete shoes… watery graves… Judas kisses… the usual crap
Eventually… I took a break from all the excitement
And checked myself into an 18 month drug rehab in Florida
They say rehab is for quitters… yep… they’d be right…

A few weeks in… something real started happening inside me
Things slowed down
Life was simple
Clear
Peaceful
For the first time in a long time… I was happy
My mind was sharp
God was working in me something fierce
Speaking loud
Speaking clear
I knew… I was exactly where I needed to be…

We were on this beautiful ten acre spread
And I lived in a house with about ten other guys
All of them tired
All of them broken
All of them ready for change
They became my brothers
And— they still are…

One of my responsibilities there… was to care for the ministry dog
His name was Beavis
Cool name— cooler dog
He was older… a boxer mix… gorgeous… and so smart
He didn’t really have anywhere to go either
His owner Stuart had died of cancer about a year before I arrived… and Beavis never recovered from it…

He was grieving
Deeply
They told me how he cried… and searched… and waited for Stuart…
And it broke my heart
A dog that was once full of life… joy… energy… spark…
Was now quiet… distant… hurting…
He would not let anyone in…

But there was one thing he still loved…
There was this random green 10 pound bowling ball on the property
You could sling that thing across the grounds
And Beavis would bark… chase it down… and roll it across the field with his head…
Like it was the most important mission on earth
I had never seen a dog play with a bowling ball before 😁
He absolutely loved it
So I made it my daily mission… to roll life back into him…

People told me Beavis would never bond with anyone again
That he belonged to Stuart
That his heart was finished choosing humans…

Challenge accepted—

I took care of him
Vet visits
Meds
Food
Time
Love
Patience
And after about a year… it happened…
Beavis chose me—
He followed me everywhere
He slept beside my bed
He watched me
Protected me
Laughed with me… in his dog way…
He came back to life…

But loving… comes with cost—

Because he slept outside before I came…
He had gotten heartworms from mosquitoes
Over the four years I lived there… after graduating… and becoming resident director…
Beavis slowly grew sicker…
I gave him antibiotics daily
I loved him harder as he grew weaker
And.. Just like he stayed with Stuart— I stayed with him… til the end…

He had a soft bed right beside mine
He had warmth
Comfort
Care
Family
Honor…
He was treated like royalty—

All us guys loved him so…

And when the time came… I could not watch him suffer anymore…
I made the call…
Was so hard for me…
So hard…

Beavis was one of the greats
Not just a dog…
A gift—

He was meant for me
I was meant for him

destined for each other…

I will always remember him…

The mighty— loyal— stubborn— beautiful heart of Beavis…

He was my Dawg… 😎`’.,°~

…

Though oceans roar… You are the Lord of all… The one who calms the wind and waves and makes my heart be still…
Though the Earth gives way… the mountains move into the sea… The nations rage… I know my God is in control…

© 2025–2026 bryanforchrist. All rights reserved.

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Blood In The Sky 🔴`’.°~

a night in my life…

In June of 2o08…
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…

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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…

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The Green-Eyed Lion of Judah…

the dream that changed it all 🦁

Summer of 1997…

In this season of my life…
I was far away from the God I walked with as a boy and teenager…
but He wasn’t far from me…
He was still right where I had left Him…

I was asleep one night…
I had a dream…
in the middle of addiction…
in the middle of my sin…
this was it…


—


I found myself on a path…
alone…

I looked around…
in awe…
the road was marble…
gold…
silver…
lined with precious jewels…
vibrant…
alive with color…

I thought…
where am I
where is everyone

All at once…
I felt breath upon my neck…

slowly…
I turned around…
before me…
was the most brilliant…
awesome…
magnificent thing…
I have ever laid eyes on…

It was a Lion…

close as could be…

I was face to face with Him…

His eyes were so green…
so piercing…
He saw right through me…

Suddenly…
I became afraid…
what was He about to do
what was about to happen

Beneath the fear…
reverence…

I knew…
He was King of all…

Then…
He began to move…

He lowered His head…
nudged me…
to start walking…

As I moved along the path…
He followed behind me…

Up ahead…

a small white horse…

The Lion went out…
met the horse…
devoured it…
swallowed it whole…

Then He returned behind me once again…
pushing me…
down the path…

At the end…
a wide marble staircase…

He came around from behind me…
moved up the stairs…
sat on the throne…

At His side…
two other Lions…

I fell on my face…

I worshipped Him…

I knew…

He was God…

—

I immediately woke up…

I jumped out of bed…
started writing down the dream…
because I didn’t want to forget it…

But it didn’t matter…

I never have forgotten…

It is as clear to me today…
as when it first happened…

I’m able still…
to close my eyes…
relive it…
just as vivid…
anytime I want…

For years…
I felt the dream was God telling me…
that He was with me…
calling me…
to straighten up…
follow Him…

Then… June of 2o08…

After the second attempt on my life…
God rescued me…
miraculously…
just in time…
brought me safely out of it… to Florida…
to a men’s discipleship and drug rehab ministry…

I had been there for several months…
it was now fall…

One afternoon…
outside… raking leaves…
singing…
praising…
alone…

Suddenly…
I was reminded of my dream…

I looked out across the property…

In the front of the building…
a small pond…
and in the center…
a fountain…
of a Lion…

Then I noticed something else…

The driveway…
L shaped…
like the path in my dream…

At the end of the driveway…
where the throne would be…
two Lion statues…
one on each side…

I was blown away…

Everything made sense now…

I was without words…

And I still am today…
when I think about it all…

—

I later became the resident director of that ministry…
spent four years there…

I watched God work strong and mighty…
in the lives of hundreds of broken men…
that came through our doors…
transforming them…
they were never the same…

And in my life…
there is absolutely…
no doubt…
what has happened…
taken place…

who is responsible…
who gets the credit…
the glory…
the honor…
the praise… 🙌

—

and…`.°~ ¡-~-¡`°
the small white horse…
my enemies…
my past…

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

Psalm 143: 9-12…

Deliver me… O LORD… from mine enemies…
I flee unto thee for refuge… to hide me…
Teach me to do thy will… for thou art my God…
thy spirit is good… lead me into the land of uprightness… onto level ground… because of mine enemies…
Quicken me… O LORD… for Jesus Christ name’s sake…
for thy righteousness’ sake… bring my soul out of trouble…
And of thy loving kindness… and mercy… cut off mine enemies…
and destroy all them that afflict my soul..
for I am thy servant… thy friend… thy child…

…..-¡-
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Been There… Done That…

Have you ever performed on stage or given a speech?

Yes and yes…

I’m a musician
I play guitar and piano
I sing

I’ve played parties
I’ve performed in bars and nightclubs and concerts and music festivals
I’ve been in bands — both secular and Christian

I was also part of a worldwide group of musicians called The Pond
We played music festivals and online concerts together.. which were broadcast across the globe…

Later on.. I became a worship leader in ministry and church
I also spent many Sundays playing music for residents in nursing homes and mental health hospitals

I’ve lived a pretty crazy life
And.. for four years.. I traveled all across the state of Florida as a guest speaker — speaking in churches and at different events — telling my life story… `.°-

Stages and lights and microphones and crowds..
Rooms full of people..
Rooms with only a few..

Today though…
the stage is just a memory.. just words…

Been there…
done that…

…….&→U→could HAVE→IT→ALL→|MY|→EMPIRE→OF→DIRT~’ `.°~ …….&→∪→⟦∞⟧→║→♛→≋→···’

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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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…

I walked the line many times.. the edge…

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👇⚘️❤️‍🔥🏳sendin’ out pk’s..`.-.’😘`.°¡-~-¡•.<~><~>!!’

The peyote scene from “Young Guns”👇😁😎

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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Don’t Sweat Small Things

what matters…

Name your top three pet peeves.

Honestly I don’t really have “pet peeves” anymore..
Ever since I started walking closer with God..
most of the little annoyances I used to care about
just… lost their power..

If anything bothers me now it’s only the things
that try and steal my joy..
that pull me away from peace.. faith..
or clouds the love I’m trying to live by..

And besides..
I have an ocean to overcome right now..
so I don’t have time to be peeving..

All Around the World — Justin Bieber (Acoustic)👇💯☝️⚘️🏳💥🎶❤️‍🔥😎`-¡-`~~~ ¡`°

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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Fourteen

Long Cold Winter…

When I was fourteen.. my best friend was killed in a dirt-bike accident..
I can’t begin to tell you what it did to me…
Crushed is the only word I have right now..
and even that feels too small..

We were closer than brothers..

After the funeral.. I fell into my bedroom.
That room became my world —
my home inside my home..
I shut down..
Closed myself off..
No access allowed..

Everyone was worried about me..

It felt like I was on a camping trip in the wilderness
alone..
And I stayed there for a whole year..

I needed something…
but I didn’t know what..

I started borrowing CDs and cassette tapes from my uncle..

I found an old tape in a forgotten box in the attic —
Bob Dylan’s Another Side of Bob Dylan…
and I disappeared into it.

rock…
country… blues…
folk…
old…
new…

Hank Williams Jr…
And the only Christian song I even knew back then..
Amazing Grace..

I didn’t just listen —
I drank it..
And the more I drank..
the thirstier I got..
So I went swimming in it..
Something I still do..

Meanwhile.. God was walking the edges of me…

One night.. I awoke from a dream that wouldn’t let go…
and there in the corner of my room
was a silhouette.. shaped like a guitar..

my mother was so worried about me
she didn’t know what else to do..
So she bought me an acoustic guitar..
And one night.. while I was sleeping…
she placed it right where I would see it.. the moment I opened my eyes..

and so I took it

I played it…
and I played it…
and I played it…

until my fingers bled

until it started playing me..

I learned it —
taught myself —
until it learned me back..

Song after song..
Day after day.. night after night…
Month after month..
From the fall of 1988
into the winter of 1989..

I played it…..

until it became my heartbeat..

And finally…

after a year in the wilderness…

I emerged from my room..

ready to face my giants…

…

of the 90’s…

…

…

…

First song i ever learned on guitar 👇

I had many songs embedded in this story.. but it was causing it to load super slow.. so I deleted most of them…

My Friend Joey’
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Psalm 34:18 (NKJV)

“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted..
and saves those who are crushed in spirit…”

© 2025–2026 Bryan Loia Hudson (bryanforchrist). All rights reserved.

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I Told Them I Didn’t Have Cancer — And I Was Right

For most of my life.. I’ve been strong and healthy.. Then about a year and a half ago.. my health crashed hard.. This past year has been rough… sickness.. weakness.. doctors searching for answers — but lately I’ve been getting stronger day by day..

Six months ago.. things hit the worst point..

I was deathly sick and went to the ER.. They ran tests.. Two doctors walked in with that look on their faces — the look that says everything before a word is spoken..

“We think it’s cancer.”

They told me there were spots on my pancreas… liver… kidneys… and when something shows up on multiple organs.. red flags go up immediately.. doctors assume the worst.. To them.. it looked like cancer that had already spread..

But me?
I was calm..

Not because I’m fearless — but because I had a promise from above that I’d live a long life.. I knew it wasn’t my time.. And I also knew they can’t call anything “cancer” until a biopsy confirms it.. honestly.. even if it were cancer.. I’d still react calmly.. because I’m ready to go home whenever…

I was admitted to the hospital.. and while I waited for results.. everyone — doctors.. nurses.. all treated me like it was cancer.. even my patient chart said it’s cancer.. cancer.. cancer.. cancer… everywhere cancer… One nurse introduced me to another by saying….

“This is Bryan… he has pancreatic cancer.”

I looked up and said..
“No ma’am.. I don’t have cancer.. And the tests results aren’t even back yet…”

Everybody around me braced for the worst..
I held on to faith…
I wasn’t signing my name on something that didn’t belong to me…

Not today.
Not ever.

“Don’t put that evil on me.. Ricky Bobby..” I joked………..
(They tried to curse me — I wasn’t having it 😄…)

And then the results came in..

Everything was benign…
No cancer…
Doctors scratching their heads because they were almost certain…
Me smiling.. because I already knew..

God kept His word to me.
And I’m still here — living.. growing.. healing.. getting stronger every day..

If you’re facing something scary.. remember this..
Doctors have knowledge..
God has the final say……

And He’s not done with me yet.

Also… if you’re reading this….. He’s not done with you either…..

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© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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Small Poem… Steel-Toed Love… inspired by Thousand Foot Krutch album…

The End Is Where We Begin…

Steel-Toed Love

Kicked in my face.

Kicked into place.

Kicked by Grace.

.......—/—'

“Sacred minimalist?? Me?
You think I’m easy?
No.. no…
I require dinner.. a movie..
and maybe… maybe…
a kiss….”…a Judas kiss even…”

…….<~:†:~>¦¤¤¤¦~↘🐍’

…….~=/\|X|/\=~’…….~⛔🛑|💢|🛑⛔~’

by loia 🏳

Thousand Foot Krutch – The End Is Where We Begin – Full Album 🎶 (this album is incredible) https://youtu.be/s6Ue0QG8dxw?si=cNnkw4YCa-1F5CqB

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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What book am I reading right now? Well… this one found me more than I found it…

What book are you reading right now?

“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…

Below are links for both books…

Yall l have a great day…

I love yall…

https://www.amazon.com/s?k=the+devil%27s+mistake+by+eira+Wulfnothsson&i=stripbooks&crid=2XQ9T2SNQC5W4&sprefix=the+devil%27s+mistake+by+eira+Wulfnothsson+%2Cbooks%2C123&ref=nb_sb_noss

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