Seed Planters, Part Two: The Song and the Shout

Not every seed is planted gently.

Some are dropped into the soil with a little extra force. Some feel more like a shove than a soft landing. But even those seeds can grow.

When I look back at the beginning of my faith journey, two women stand out—my granny and my aunt. One planted seeds softly. The other planted with persistence. And both made a lasting impact.

Granny: The One Who Sang the Name of Jesus

My granny was probably the first person who ever told me about Jesus.

But it wasn’t just what she said—it was what she sang. She’d send me songs like “Zacchaeus was a wee little man…” and “This Little Light of Mine.” They were simple, sweet songs, but they stuck. Back then, I didn’t realize how deeply they were planting truth in my heart.

Life comes full circle—This Little Light of Mine became the name of this blog. And it’s because of her. It’s more than a cute tune. It’s a legacy. It’s the echo of a grandmother’s quiet faith, still burning in her granddaughter today.

My Aunt: The Persistent Planter

Now my aunt? She was different.

She didn’t just drop seeds—she threw them like she was on a mission. She picked me up and took me to church as a very young child. She talked about Jesus a lot. Honestly, it felt like too much sometimes.

But now?

I can see the results. It created a desire in me to love going to church and worshiping with my peers and sparked a love for the stories that point to Jesus. She wanted me to know the God who had changed her life. Even when I rolled my eyes, even when I pushed back, she kept showing up. And whether I liked it or not, those seeds were being planted.

Looking Back

My granny planted with softness.

My aunt planted with fire.

And both were necessary.

One made Jesus feel safe and sweet.

The other made Him feel serious and unavoidable. I’m grateful for both kinds of planters. Because now I carry that same light my granny sang about…And I speak the same truth my aunt wouldn’t let me ignore.

Now It’s My Turn

These days, I find myself praying to be a seed planter too. Especially when it comes to my family—my cousins, my loved ones.

I pray to carry both grace and truth, to be gentle but bold, to know when to speak and when to simply live in a way that reflects Jesus.

I don’t want to push people away,

But I also don’t want to hold back the hope that saved me. So, I’m learning to plant with purpose.

To trust God with the growth. And to believe that, just like those who came before me, I can help light the way for someone else.

“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.” — Matthew 5:16