Morning y'all. Welcome to preaching to the choir. Happy Sunday to you. Just a note, I don't rehearse any of this.

Besides the scripture that I communicate about and the reference for that, I have no idea what I'm going to say besides what's weighing on my heart in preaching to the choir. I'm not a pastor.

I'm a man who's mainly communicating out loud to reaffirm my own faith and reorient myself

in the right direction. It has nothing to do with you. This isn't a marketing tactic,

a sales tactic. This is an affirmation every single Sunday for me to wake up, say something

out loud that gets me dialed in for the week. The hope in my aspiration in doing this is something I'm saying is likely going to help somebody

else. But I promise you, selfishly has nothing to do with you. Today we're talking about

taking the high ground. This week I took the high ground because I was angry and frustrated.

Dealing with the court system in Utah that's taken my children from me over false allegations,

while I'm losing precious moments in time in the development of my beautiful

children I have to sit back and take the high ground while on their birthday I'm confined

to a room for two hours, total, being monitored by a 20-something-year-old

girl who's telling me behind the scenes and a low voice, you actually are a good father. Yeah,

I know that. No offense to you, but yeah, I'm their dad. I have to take

the high ground. Despite all the evidence, material evidence, physical evidence that I have and can

show to prove my position that they flush down the toilet

in court to counter all the lies. All the people who have reached out to me to tell me about

their lies, her lies.

I refuse to make that public to put down a person who happens to be

the mother of my children

because I have to take the high ground.

Despite the overwhelming grief I live with

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