My name is Blake Lloyd Higginbotham. Some know me as “Big-un.” Others know me as “Big-Higg.” If you call me either one, there is a good chance you’ve earned the right through years of laughter, loyalty, fellowship, stories, meals, battles, victories, and surviving life together without killing each other. Everybody else can stick with Blake.

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I have been married to the same woman for over four decades, which, in modern society, practically qualifies me for a National Geographic documentary and a government protection program. She has a very special term of endearment she uses for me whenever she chooses, and I also have one for her whenever I think I can get away with it. No, you cannot know hers. That information is classified, sealed, sanctified, and protected under eternal covenant law. If curiosity is killing you, ask her yourself and prepare to be ignored.

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I am a son, husband, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather—which basically means I have unlocked multiple levels of wisdom, noise tolerance, selective hearing, and random naps in chairs no one else wanted to sit in anyway.

Somewhere along the way, I also became a singer, songwriter, author, producer, publisher, entrepreneur, and marketplace guru. In other words, I have spent most of my life creating things, building things, fixing things, teaching things, and occasionally explaining things to people who were absolutely determined not to understand them.

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I have survived religion, business meetings, church politics, bad coffee, fake people, cheap microphones, dead-end jobs, government forms, broken dreams, long sermons, and group texts that should have never existed in the first place.

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I believe in Kingdom purpose, covenant relationships, direct conversations, strong coffee, redemption, loyalty, and finishing what Yahweh starts.

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I am old enough to know better, young enough to still try it anyway, and stubborn enough to keep moving forward regardless of who likes it.

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Enough about me.

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BLH