The Narrow Way

I didn’t survive what I did just to stay quiet.
I didn’t heal just to hold it to myself.
I didn’t go through the fire to come out the same.

I came out with seed.

Seed to plant.
Seed to pour.
Seed to scatter across the soil of someone else’s dry place.
Because I don’t want my faith to end with me,
I want it to multiply.

This is more than inheritance.
This is impartation.

I’m not just passing down my story,
I’m passing down strength.
I’m not just giving away what I’ve learned,
I’m sowing what I’ve lived.

And when God gives seed to the sower,
He expects you to sow it.

2 Corinthians 9:10 says,
“Now He who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food will also supply and increase your store of seed and will enlarge the harvest of your righteousness.”

That means He doesn’t just want to bless you, He wants to build through you.

Your faith isn’t meant to sit in a journal.
Your testimony isn’t meant to be archived.
Your wisdom isn’t meant to stay bottled up inside your heart.
It’s meant to be multiplied.

In the conversations you have with someone younger.
In the prayer you whisper over someone who’s still in the battle you’ve already overcome.
In the truth you tell when someone needs the courage to break free.

Multiplying faith looks like being willing to be interrupted.
Being willing to disciple someone who doesn’t yet “get it.”
Being willing to water someone else’s garden while you’re still waiting on rain for yours.

Multiplying faith means living out loud what you used to only speak in secret.
It means showing up with consistency, not just charisma.
It means choosing legacy over spotlight.

Because fruit doesn’t come from what you feel.
It comes from what you plant.

So I’m planting deep.
I’m speaking life.
I’m choosing faith that lasts longer than my season, my name, or my platform.
Because I’m not just living this life for me.

I’m living it for the ones who will one day say,
“I didn’t see her every day,
But her faith gave me permission to believe.”

That’s what I want to be remembered for.

Not what I built.
Not what I bought.
But what I birthed in the Spirit.

I want my faith to multiply.
To ripple.
To echo.
To keep moving,
Generation after generation.

Not because I was perfect.
But because I was planted.