The Seed Finally Left the Bag — Episode 2
70 Days After Recording This Message, I Finally Started Living It (And the Harvest Is Just Beginning)
On September 9th I preached about walking on water…
On November 18th I finally ripped open the bag and threw the seed in the dirt.
This is the story behind the story.
Good Morning, Family
Good morning, family! ☀️🔥
It’s November 18, 2025, and I am literally shaking with joy right now because the seed finally left the bag.

When the seed finally leaves the bag, the story truly begins.
Let me take you behind the story of that September 9th’s vodcast.
September 9th — The Seed in the Bag
On September 9th I sat down, hit record, and poured out 40 minutes of pure fire from the Spirit about walking on water instead of treading it, about line upon line, about not just hearing the word but DOING it, about how no success compensates for failure in the home, about how your family IS your business and your first ministry, about how the field is now digital and the light on the hill is your channel.
I spoke it with conviction.
I felt it in my bones.
I even teared up a couple times.
But here’s the raw truth nobody saw:
At that moment… those words were still just seeds in the bag ….
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September 9th: I held the message… but the seed was still in the bag.
I had the message.
I had the knowing.
But I had not yet fully released it into the soil.
I had not yet buried it deep enough that it had to die to itself and become something new.
I was still holding the bag.

Every seed must crack open. Every old self must die for the new creature to live.
November 18th — The Bag Finally Opens
Fast forward 70 days.

November 18th: Standing in the harvest of what obedience began.
I am no longer holding the bag.
I ripped that thing open, threw every seed into the ground, and I have been watering, weeding, and working this field every single day since.
I am living the message before I record it now.
I am publishing every single day — no more excuses, no more “when I feel ready,” no more perfectionism.
I am promoting it, sharing it, putting it on every hill the Lord opens.
I am watching it grow in real time — in my home, in my marriage, in my children, in my spirit, and in the messages I’m getting from you beautiful souls who are being touched by it.
Potential vs. Power
Brothers and sisters, there is a massive difference between recording the work and doing the work first — then recording it.
One is potential.
The other is power.
One is a seed in a bag.
The other is a tree with fruit hanging so low strangers are walking by and getting fed.
September 9th Kent was preaching “put the seed in the ground.”
November 18th Kent is standing in the harvest, arms wide open, saying, “Look what the Lord hath done.”
Line Upon Line — Obedience Unlocks More
And the craziest part?
The more I obey, the more He gives.
The more I publish, the more He fills my mouth.
The more I live it at home first, the more authority I have to speak it to the world.
This is the secret the success gurus will never understand:
You don’t build the kingdom by getting what you want.
You build the kingdom by wanting what He wants — and then doing it before you feel ready.
That’s the metamorphosis.
That’s the caterpillar becoming the butterfly.
That’s the seed cracking open and saying, “Kill the old me so the new creature can live.”
The Vlog — The Rest of the Story
So if you just watched that September 9th vodcast and felt stirred…
Good.
That was the seed hitting your soil.

Your family is your first ministry. Your home is where the harvest begins.
But if you’re watching this vlog right now, you’re getting the rest of the story — the burial, the dark nights, the obedience when nobody was watching, the daily publishing when I still felt like a fraud, the tears when the first comments came in that said “this changed my life,” the absolute glory of watching the Lord multiply what I finally released.
Throw Your Seed Today
Family, I’m not telling you this to brag.
I’m telling you this so you feel the weight of it:
Whatever seed the Lord has given you — whatever word, whatever gift, whatever knowing — stop carrying it around in the bag.
Throw it in the dirt today.
Let it die.
Let Him kill the old version of you that wants comfort more than obedience.
Because when that seed cracks open and you cleave to the Light instead of the old “seek pleasure, avoid pain” mentality…
He will make you a new creature with dominion you can’t even imagine right now.

Today’s fields are digital. The hill is online. The harvest is global.
And people will come from miles around — some as friends, some as enemies — just to taste the fruit and see if it’s real.
I’m living proof now.
The bag is empty.
The field is full.
And the harvest is just getting started.
Your Turn — Walk on the Water
If this stirs you, do the thing the Lord already told you to do today.
Don’t wait until you feel qualified.
Don’t wait until you have the perfect setup.
Don’t wait until you’re “living it perfectly.”
Publish the seed.
Water it with obedience.
Watch Him make it grow.

The bag is open. The seeds are flying. Now it’s your turn.
I love you with everything I’ve got.
Even if you’re my enemy today — especially if you’re my enemy today — I love you.
Because the love of God is the only thing that ever turns an enemy into a brother.
Now let’s go walk on some water together.
See you in the field.
The bag is open.
The seeds are flying.
And the Lord of the harvest is smiling.
🔥🌱❤️
Your brother who finally stopped holding the bag,
Kent