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I watched in awe as my pastor carefully collected the seeds I had carefully saved. The white glow of the room seemed to intensify as he lovingly gathered them, a look of reverence on his face. The seeds represented my faith, my hopes, my dreams, and it was both humbling and exhilarating to see them in his hands. I knew that in his care, they would be nurtured and grown into something beautiful and life-changing. It was a powerful reminder of the amazing connection between sower and seed, and the transformative power of faith.