When we read about seeds in the Bible, they take on many forms. From the very beginning in Genesis 1:11, they are agricultural—literal carriers of life. But Jesus, in the Parable of the Sower (Luke 8:4–5), shows us seeds can also represent the Word of God. Even today, seeds are powerful symbols—tiny illustrations of hope, new beginnings, and hidden potential.
Holding a seed in your hand can stir your imagination. It might become a honeysuckle bush with its sweet fragrance, or bloom into flowers that beckon butterflies and hummingbirds. Maybe it grows into a great apple tree, offering shade on a summer day.
These moments of wonder can be so captivating, we get stuck there—dreaming, imagining, holding potential… but never planting. And slowly, without realizing, we lose time. The life we’re meant to live slips by. Friends who were meant to walk with us drift past while we stand frozen, clutching a seed.
I know that place. I’ve been there—inwardly paralyzed. But the seed I held wasn’t one of hope, beauty, or promise. No… the seed I held had its own hidden room inside me, a dark place I locked away 34 years ago.
Over the years, I became skilled at slamming that door shut any time it cracked open. I believed that as long as I kept it hidden, it would never grow. Isn’t that what we do as humans? Hide the darkness inside us—the parts we fear others couldn’t possibly handle?
But in my walk with Jesus, I’ve learned this kind of thinking is exactly what the enemy wants. Those thoughts aren’t humility—they’re fear. And fear makes the seed in our hand seem bigger than our God. We trap ourselves in shame, even though Jesus already paid the price for our freedom.
Proverbs 5:22 says, “The evil deeds of the wicked ensnare them; the cords of their sins hold them fast.”
The bitter truth? We don’t need an outside enemy to destroy us—we can do it ourselves. We either stand firm in the freedom Christ died for, or we build our own prison.
That’s what I did. At 8 years old, I stood with a seed of lust in my hand. Instead of running to my Father, I hid. I let shame and fear grow louder than His love. He sat just feet away, ready to forgive—and I couldn’t bring myself to go to Him.
So what happens when we make that choice?
Honestly? We open the door for the enemy. We enslave ourselves. That hidden seed? It flourishes. And we don’t even see it happening.
I recently read a New York Times article about a seed found during an excavation near the Dead Sea in the 1960s. It was a Judean date palm seed—extinct since the 15th century. This ancient seed sat hidden in a clay pot for 2,000 years. But through care and process, it’s now a living, thriving tree—11 feet tall and producing fruit. As of 2019, there are 32 of them. By 2021, they were harvesting dates.
Why does this matter?
Because that’s exactly what I did. I buried a seed in darkness—and it didn’t die. It grew. It produced fruit. And that fruit produced more seeds. That’s what sin does. We think we can control it, keep it confined. But by hiding it, we’re saying what Jesus did on the cross wasn’t enough.
We’re saying He didn’t die for that sin.
We’re living in disbelief.
We’re putting ourselves in the position of God.
That tiny seed, tucked away in the dark, grew roots. I was so focused on keeping one hidden, I didn’t notice the forest forming behind me.
Yesterday, I saw the forest. And it all started with one seed I chose to hold at eight years old. Today, at 43 years of age, when I look into my hand it’s empty. When I look behind me I see ground preparation for new life.
So let me ask you:
Do you have a seed?
Do you know its name?
If you have a seed but don’t know its name—don’t worry. I didn’t either. I’ll share more of my journey in the posts to come. But for now, I’ll leave you with this:
No matter how large your forest has grown, Jesus is bigger.
He is willing to walk this with us.
He is patient.
He is a healer.
He is forgiving.
James 5:15–16 says, “The prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well… If they have sinned, they will be forgiven.”
His healing and forgiveness walk hand-in-hand.
A Prayer to Begin 🌱🙏
A simple prayer to begin your journey:
“Lord, what is the name of my seed?”
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Not a place for the perfect—just the honest. We’re broken. But He walks with us. And that changes everything. We are all cracked, called, and carried by grace.