Scott Nelson Recordings

Scott Nelson Recordings Award Winning ASCAP Song / Melody Writer - Country & Gospel Music ASCAP & BMI Publisher

Passion / Hobby of Recording Music & Lyrics - Favorite Genres are Country Gospel, and Praise & Worship.

10/07/2026

You heard the story… now I'd love for you to hear the song. 🎵

A few weeks ago, I shared one of my favorite childhood Christmas memories—Daddy coming home with the Sears Wish Book and my brother and me spending hours turning those pages, dreaming about Christmas morning.

At the time, it was just another Christmas memory. I never dreamed that all these years later I'd sit down and write a song about it.

This is “The Wish Book.”

I hope you'll take a moment to listen. And maybe somewhere along the way, it'll bring back a few Christmas memories of your own.

Thank you for continuing to walk this journey with me. See you next Tuesday night for another Christmas memory and another part of the story.

- James Scott Nelson

I got some good news today that I’m very thankful for.“Daddy’s Old Guitar” has been named a **Top 10 Finalist for Best G...
10/02/2026

I got some good news today that I’m very thankful for.

“Daddy’s Old Guitar” has been named a **Top 10 Finalist for Best Gospel Song in the Summer 2026 World Songwriting Awards.**

This song means a lot to me personally, so having it recognized like this makes it even more special. I’m thankful for every opportunity God gives me to write a song, share a story, and hopefully say something that touches somebody along the way.

Thank you to the **World Songwriting Awards** for the recognition, and thank you to everyone who continues to listen, encourage me, and support the songs I write.

I’m grateful. ❤️🎸

**James Scott Nelson**
*“Daddy’s Old Guitar”*
**Top 10 Finalist — Best Gospel Song, Summer 2026**

You've heard some of the stories...Over the past few weeks, I've had the opportunity to share some very special memories...
09/30/2026

You've heard some of the stories...

Over the past few weeks, I've had the opportunity to share some very special memories with you. A Sears Wish Book spread across the living room floor. A family gathered together while Daddy opened his Bible and read from Luke. Cold December nights spent riding around looking at Christmas lights. And a night when a church family came together and Bethlehem seemed to come to life right before our eyes.

They're very different stories, but as I've looked back, I've realized they all have something in common. They were never really about the things I remembered first. The Wish Book wasn't really about the toys. The Christmas lights weren't really about the lights. Reading from Luke wasn't simply a family tradition. And Bethlehem wasn't about the buildings, costumes, or decorations.

It was about the people God placed in my life, the time we were given together, and the faith that was passed from one generation to another. And through it all, the story kept pointing back to Jesus. That's what God has been reminding me of through this journey.
When these memories began coming back to my heart, I didn't really know where they were leading. I just knew they meant something to me. But little by little, those memories became stories. And somewhere along the way, those stories became songs.

For the past several weeks, you've heard some of the stories. Beginning next week, I'd love for you to hear what they became. I can't wait to finally share some of the music with you.

Thank you for walking this journey with me. See you next Tuesday night for another Christmas memory and another part of the story.

- James Scott Nelson

09/25/2026

Woke up this morning with “Victory in Jesus” on my heart, so I picked up my guitar and sang a little of it.

I’m thankful the victory we have in Jesus isn’t just something we sing about on Sunday. It’s ours every day because of what He did for us. I hope this old hymn encourages somebody this morning. 🙌

09/24/2026

I woke up this morning thinking about God’s love, and this song by Third Day came to mind.

The more I think about His love, the more I realize I’ll never be able to measure it. His faithfulness is always there, no matter what we’re going through. He sees us, He cares for us, and He keeps loving us through it all.

I’m thankful for a love that knows no bounds and a God who is faithful every day.

“Thy mercy, O LORD, is in the heavens; and thy faithfulness reacheth unto the clouds.” — Psalm 36:5 (KJV)

“Your Love Oh Lord” — Third Day

Third Day

Then Bethlehem Came to Life …Over the past few weeks I've shared several memories that God has brought back to my heart....
09/23/2026

Then Bethlehem Came to Life …

Over the past few weeks I've shared several memories that God has brought back to my heart. This week I'd love to share one that changed not only my life, but the lives of so many people in our community.

Several years ago, God placed a vision on my heart that eventually became "A Night in Bethlehem" at Halls Westside Baptist Church. It didn't take long before that vision became much bigger than one person. Jennifer, my mom, my dad, and so many church members and friends gave countless hours of their time, talents, and love to help bring that vision to life.

I'll never forget watching everything come together. Inside the church gym we built the inn, storefronts, tents, and the streets of Bethlehem. Church members made costumes for Mary, Joseph, the shepherds, the wise men, Roman soldiers, merchants, and townspeople. Others rehearsed their parts for weeks. Some prepared food that would be served from the marketplace, while others assembled toys and gifts to hand out from the village shops. Everywhere you looked, someone was serving. It truly became a church family working together for one purpose.

But what made that evening so unforgettable wasn't just what people saw—it was what they didn't know.

The program began in the church sanctuary with the first part of the Christmas story. Families took their seats expecting to watch a Christmas play. After Mary's encounter with the angel, Mary and Joseph quietly began their journey to Bethlehem by walking right through the congregation. Moments later, a Roman centurion announced that everyone must travel to Bethlehem for the census. One by one, families stood to their feet and followed Mary and Joseph through the church hallways, not realizing they were about to step into an experience they would never forget.

As they entered Bethlehem, the village came alive. Music filled the streets, lanterns glowed in the evening light, merchants welcomed visitors into their shops, food was served from the marketplace, children smiled as gifts were handed out, and even the crickets seemed to join the story as they chirped throughout the village. Families wandered through the streets, talking with merchants and taking in every detail as though they had stepped back more than two thousand years.

Then, just when everyone thought the evening was complete, the second part of the story quietly began. The crowds were led through Bethlehem until they arrived at the stable. There, beneath the glow of lantern light, the greatest story ever told unfolded before their eyes. The Savior had come.

Looking back now, I realize the greatest miracle wasn't that we built Bethlehem. The greatest miracle was watching an entire church family come together with one purpose—to help people experience the love of Jesus in a way they would never forget. God used that ministry to bless our community, but He also used it to shape my own heart.

Some stories are simply too important not to tell again.

Thank you for letting me share another story with you. See you next Tuesday night for another Christmas memory and another part of the story.



Scott Nelson Recordings

09/18/2026

These words hit home. We may fall more than once and find ourselves back in the same place—but God’s grace is still there. He hasn’t given up on us. 🙏 Jeremy Camp

09/17/2026

I Believe

Some nights never leave your heart …Last week I shared how Christmas always began with Luke in Jennifer's family. This w...
09/16/2026

Some nights never leave your heart …

Last week I shared how Christmas always began with Luke in Jennifer's family. This week I'd love to share another memory that still brings a smile to my face every time I think about it.

Some of my favorite Christmas memories didn't happen while opening presents. They happened after supper on cold December nights when we'd all pile into the car with one simple plan—to go looking at Christmas lights. There was something about those evenings that made Christmas feel like it was finally here. We'd bundle up, turn on the Christmas music, and head down the road together, never in a hurry, just enjoying every mile.

There were certain places we looked forward to every single year. We couldn't wait to see Mr. Newman's Christmas lights. We'd watch for the Goodyear blimp, laugh at Santa waving from a front yard, and make sure we drove through the tunnel of lights. Even though we'd seen them before, they somehow felt brand new every Christmas. My family would talk, laugh, point out our favorite displays, and before long we'd be making memories without even realizing it.

Looking back now, I realize those nights were never really about the lights. They were about being together. They were about slowing life down long enough to enjoy one another. Those drives taught me that some of God's sweetest blessings happen in the ordinary moments—when you're simply spending time with the people you love.

Today I can still picture those roads, those lights, and the smiles on everyone's faces. I can still hear the Christmas music playing as we made our way from one display to the next. It's amazing how God can use something so simple to create memories that last a lifetime.

As these memories came back to me, I found myself thanking God for every one of those evenings. Little did I know that those drives through December would one day become much more than a childhood memory.

One day... they became a song.

Thank you for letting me share another story with you. See you next Tuesday night for another Christmas memory and another part of the story.



Scott Nelson Recordings

It always began with Luke …Last week I shared one of my favorite childhood Christmas memories. This week I'd love to sha...
09/09/2026

It always began with Luke …

Last week I shared one of my favorite childhood Christmas memories. This week I'd love to share another story that has become one of the most meaningful Christmas memories of my life.

After Jennifer and I were married, I was welcomed into a family that loved Christmas. Every year we'd gather together at her parents' house, and before long the excitement would fill every room. The nephews could hardly wait for Christmas morning. They were talking, laughing, looking under the tree, and counting down the minutes until it was finally time to open presents. You could feel the excitement of Christmas in the air.

Then, just before anyone reached for a gift, Jennifer's dad would gently gather everyone together. He'd pick up his Bible, smile, and say, "Let's read from Luke."

In just a few moments, everything changed. The room that had been filled with excitement grew quiet. Children who had been anxiously waiting now sat and listened as he read about the angel's announcement, the journey to Bethlehem, the shepherds in the field, and the birth of our Savior. Before there were ribbons to untie or presents to open, he wanted every one of us to remember why we were celebrating in the first place.

Looking back now, I realize he wasn't simply reading the Christmas story. He was leaving a legacy. Year after year he reminded another generation that Jesus was the greatest gift Christmas had ever given. Without saying much else, he showed all of us that Christ belonged at the center of our home, our family, and our celebration.

Those few quiet minutes around an open Bible have stayed with me all these years. I can still hear his voice saying, "Let's read from Luke," and I find myself thanking God for allowing me to be part of a family that loved Jesus enough to make sure He came first.

When God began bringing these memories back to my heart, I realized this wasn't just another Christmas tradition. It had become one of the greatest lessons I'd ever been given, and years later that lesson found its way into one of the songs I've been writing.

Thank you for letting me share another story with you. See you next Tuesday night for another Christmas memory and another part of the story.



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