Tim Inabnit


Reading with my wife, Hunting, Gunsmithing, Woodworking, Golf, Basketball, Audio/Video equipment

1 %
Outdoors With Family
1 %
Being Sick
100 %



Italian, Steak and what ever Daniel recommends


Steven Curtis Chapman, Larnelle Harris, Bill Pierce, Brush Arbor, Haven of Rest, 4Him, POG, Glad


Psalm 1:1-3

1 Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; 2 but his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law he meditates day and night. 3 He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers.

I am very thankful for the family I grew up in. My wife and I strive to pass on to our kids the Godly example that was lived out for us by our parents. While my dad was pastoring a small country church in Montana, we lived on the family ranch and helped with the farming and livestock. There are lots of long slow days while working on a ranch, so we all had a ring of verse cards that we carried with us to work on scripture memorization. The first chapter of the Bible I learned was Psalm 1 and the vivid illustration of the progression of sin portrayed was etched in my young mind. First we just walk near wickedness, then we stand in amongst sinners until finally, we sit down with those who mock Christ. I’ll never forget some of mom’s stories on the seductiveness of sin. Verse 2 gives us the formula for breaking the routine and power of sin: TIME IN THE WORD. Our minds need to be filled with God’s word – day and night – so we can stand firm against sin like a tree planted by streams of water. I have always pictured this particular old cottonwood by the creek on my Uncle Dwight’s ranch where my brothers, cousins and I built tree houses and rope swings. (In my mind’s eye, nothing could shake that tree). The best part is that our lives will show fruit when we are free from the power of sin and when we stand firm in Christ as salt and light in our world.


I feel very fortunate to have had the opportunity to work with my brothers. My first job was with Dave on a commercial fish site the year of the Exxon Valdez spill. Dave had worked there for a couple years and tried to help me break in to the no sleep fishing life(I think I may have cried myself to sleep a few times I was so tired). I spent the next six years excavating and commercial fishing with my oldest brother Dan. We spent many long afternoons listening to Larnelle Harris, and singing at the top of our lungs, while we tediously mended nets. I really loved the time I got to spend playing in the dirt with loaders, dozers, excavators, and not so much the time spent shoveling. I must say my body temperature is much more suited to the outdoor climate in Alaska vs. Georgia. It was pretty special to be working on a job site with my brother Dan, and having Dave on the same job as the civil engineer. The first time I helped rebuild a dozer engine I didn’t realize I was preparing for my future singing ministry and all the bus maintenance. I love how God works.

I have the world’s best wife. And I’m not biased, just ask my kids. Sarah grew up in Italy while her parents were serving on the mission field, so I get all the benefits of some excellent Italian cuisine. My favorites include her tortelloni with panna and proscuitto, and her cream sauce lasagna (it’s DEEEEELICIOUS). I met Sarah when her parents came back to Alaska on furlough, the night before I left for my freshman year of college, . I must have really wowed her because I wrote to her from California and she had to go to my house and check out mom’s pictures to figure out which of the Inabnit boys I was. Sarah is my first girlfriend and best friend, and I thank God for the awesome relationship I have with her. We enjoyed seven years together before we were blessed with our two kids, Jessica and Joshua. Wow, birth is such a miraculous thing. It was so overwhelming to watch our beautiful children come into the world. There was some added drama surrounding the birth of our first child. While in the delivery room with my wife, the rest of the group was in Mobile anxiously awaiting news of our daughters arrival, hoping I would be able to make that nights concert. Jessica decided to take her time, causing them to hurriedly rearrange songs to cover my absence. I have always enjoyed the stories of sheer terror as the guys tried to remember all the different parts they switched around to fill out the music. I heard it was an awesome concert and they never even crashed a song.

I love the outdoors!! I have such great memories of hunting, fishing, and hiking with my family. Every fall when the nights begin to cool down and the leaves are changing I start thinking of the time spent in the woods; a week with dad hunting caribou and moose, flying in to lakes for fishing trips with grampa and the brothers, late nights of tying flies, waxing skis, snow sealing boots, cleaning guns, and fletching arrows, not to mention the hours spent creating new games during archery practice, all add up to some great family fun. If you ever get the chance, remember to ask Dave about the comedy of errors involved with our Alaska bear hunt. It was all his fault…sort of.

If you want more information you should probably just read Dave’s Bio. After all I am the little brother and all I ever did was follow him around and try to be just like him.

God bless till we have the chance to worship together.