(Intro): Welcome to In Seed Form

This is the story of how it started.

Not the polished version. The “oh I gotta make this make sense” or the “be super wordy and creative” one.

The real one.

A few months back.. actually, if I’m honest, it started way before that, I was in this in-between season. You know the kind where life feels loud, but your soul feels quiet? Where you’re doing all the things you’re supposed to do, showing up to life, taking care of the things people always told you mattered: health, bills, career… yet you can feel God tugging on you in ways you don’t have words for? Like “Yeah, I'm doing all of the things… but I'm missing something. This isn’t enough.

That was me.

You’re probably expecting this to be a story about this great big revelation and transformation that took a day or two and now here I am… I hate to ruin it for you but that is #not my testimony, and honestly- you’ll see here: God is just way too intentional for that.

But truth is, I’d have these moments… little flashes, where I’d feel God whisper something in my spirit.

A thought that came out of nowhere.

A scripture that suddenly felt personal.

A conviction I didn’t see coming.

But instead of sitting with those moments initially, I kept brushing them off because they seemed too divine to be sent for me!?.

Who am I kidding?

Maybe it was just me overthinking.

Maybe I needed more clarity.

Maybe I wasn’t ready to say anything out loud.

But the whispers kept coming.

One day, I was doing what became my normal routine, devoting time to not just reading the bible, but READING the bible (iykyk).

But during that I came across a verse that’s a very common reference but it was one that I hadn’t come across in a while:

“The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field.” (Matthew 13:31–32).

I didn’t know why that scripture appeared, but it stuck with me the whole day. Later that night, I went and read the whole passage again, slowly this time. And something hit me:

God never expected me to start with a tree.

He expected me to start with a seed.

That realization, I can say in real time as I type this… has changed me, entirely.

Because for so long, I thought my life with Jesus needed to look bigger than it did. More developed. More certain. More bold. But Jesus wasn’t asking for any of that. He was asking me to pay attention to what He was already planting: even if it felt tiny, unfinished, or not worth sharing.

And then it happened…the moment God connected all the dots.

I wrote this date down, September 21st, 2025.. I was sitting with 1 Corinthians 3:6 —

“I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow.”

And something about that verse hit differently this time. It wasn’t just a theological statement. It felt like an invitation.

Plant what I’ve given you.

Water what I’ve already started.

Let Me handle the rest.

Right there, I felt God say, almost plainly:

“Collect the seeds. Share them. Even if they’re small.”

That’s when this version of the blog was born… if you know anything about where we’ve been and what we came from (be you, it’s okay to not be okay).. then you know how overdue this is, it’s been 5 years since we published a blog…

But honestly, this doesn’t feel like a blog. It feels like a journal God is asking me to open up. A space for the parts of faith we don’t talk about enough…

The beginnings, the half-formed thoughts, the early stages of growth, the things God whispers before they bloom.

So In Seed Form became… because that’s exactly what these moments are. These stories. These scriptures. These lessons.

They’re not trees yet.

They’re not fully grown.

They’re not perfectly packaged testimonies.

They’re seeds.

And I realized something:

I’m in seed form too. Not a tree yet, not fully grown, not a perfectly packed testimony.

I am indeed still growing. Still learning. Still trusting God to make something out of the small things.

But what IS clear: the Roy you knew, isn’t the Roy that is...

So here’s what you’ll find in this space:

Real stories from my walk with Christ, the ones that didn’t make sense until later.

The scriptures that keep circling back into my life.

The moments where God interrupted my normal with something better.

The places where I doubted, wrestled, messed up, prayed harder, and kept going.

The lessons I didn’t know I needed.

The encouragement I wish someone had given me earlier.

Not sermons.

Not perfection.

Just seeds.

Honest ones.

If you’re here, reading this, maybe it’s because you’ve got seeds in your life too: things God is whispering, things He’s beginning, things you haven’t figured out how to talk about yet. If so, you’re not alone. And you’re welcome here.

Thank you for being part of the very beginning of this with me. I don’t fully know what God is going to grow from this, but I trust Him. And I’m excited … truly…to walk this out together.

So, welcome.

Take a breath.

Settle in.

Let’s pay attention to the seeds He’s planting… in me, in you, in all of us.

One seed at a time. 🌱