New Songs, Coming From The Fire

Kenny and Rebekah On Our Date

Well, this is kind of a spontaneous blog tonight, but I wanted to say that the last three years of my life with Christ has led to one heck of a proverbial moment of truth in my life.  I seemed to have been tested by the Lord, taken through His consuming fire, burned up into ashes, and rebuilt with His mercy and love.  All I can say is, "God, I will trust in You with all my heart, and I will NOT lean on my own understandings again.  I am going to run to You and ask what You think about any and all of my ways, and You WILL make straight my paths."  The past 6 months of my life have been one death of vanity after another.  God has been stripping me of so much reaction to a culture of the ways of man.  Comparison, once again, snuck in, and silently sat down in my heart.  In my life, when I make a resting place for the spirit of comparison, the slowly increasing weight of the pressure for legitimacy ultimately breaks my back.  When that happens, I cannot do anything more, except cry out for mercy.  I get to a place where, if His presence is oxygen, I am choking on fumes, and suddenly, I am desperate all over again.  This is what has happened in the past 6 months.

As God revealed how horizontal my heart has been, and how He wanted back in the vertical position He designed it to be in, my heart began to cry out in a posture of HUNGER!!  I was desperate for the inner court home I snuck away from for the outer court praise of man.  He showed me that I had ever so gently replaced the authentic intimacy with Him in the inner court He gave me with a need for legitimacy founded in the opinions of man, only found in the "outer court".  I repented, I rededicated my life to Jesus, as my Lord, and He said something so beautiful to me, "Ok, son.  Let's start over."  Immediately, the little boy inside me just crazy excited about my Dad rose up inside me.  Immediately, His presence, which has been so difficult for me to discern for the past several months, wrapped around me like a blanket.  I became a little kid all over again, without any weight the world has to offer, without ambitions that would effort to define me, without shackles of living for my legacy to prove my legitimacy, without it ALL!!  I just rediscovered Jesus as all the vision I need.  All the vision He has in me, and for me, and through me, is in Him, who is my vision.

From this place of death, surrender, repentance, rediscovery, and simplicity, I have been writing songs.  Not to write songs, but to simply sing from where I am as He is who is before me.  The songs that are coming originate from a place of fear and reverence, of His wonderful love, the joy of my obedience, and such a deep awareness of our merciful God.  Father is revealing such deep understandings of His love for me, and it is lifting my eyes back off the ground, and repositioning them straight to His throne.  The result has been a heart of worship from the simple place of a child.

Songs from this season:

1.  Set My Heart On Fire
2.  Mercy Found Me
3.  I Have Found The One
4.  Name Above All Names
5.  My Reward
6.  We Lift Your Name

7.  We Are Loved

YWAM Catalina Island

A few weeks ago, I had the privilege and honor to speak in the first Discipleship Training School for the brand new YWAM Orange County base located on Catalina Island.  The school is being hosted by a marine biology camp for boy and girl scouts.  There are 12 weeks in these Discipleship Training Schools (DTS's) and my week to teach was the 2nd week.

As soon as I arrived, I could feel a bit of tension in the air, and it was very difficult to actually understand what to teach on.  I had my notes from my studies and preparation, but I wanted to just come and learn the students, meet the students where they are, and teach them from that place.  There seemed to be quite a bit of "interference" to anything of clarity for two days, UNTIL.... a dream.

In the dream, I heard snakes all around me.  I couldn't see them, but I could most definitely hear that they were coming from under the individual cabins used by so many scouts and travelers over the last 25 years as they come to partake in the camp.  In the dream, I went out into the main open area in front of the camp entrance, and I could hear the snakes hissing from my left all the way around to my right.  From this dream, I was able to discern many things that we as a school were to come against in Jesus' name.  This was an opportunity for God to reveal His power.

The next day, we came against lies spoken over our own life, and then spoke His truth and identity over each and every one of us.  Then, we broke off in teams, and went to anoint every doorpost, and proclaim in spoken and written form the Word of God over our dorms.  We consecrated these cabins to the Lord.  It was powerful.  Then, when we came back to the classroom, I began to learn of many nightmares and attacks in the night that several of the students had been having since they arrived.  One in particular, was a very tall young man who was deeply disturbed by his nightmares.  That night however, they all slept like babies!!
Next day, there seemed to be a momentum in this breakthrough.  Holy Spirit began to heal.  We had a young lady who had one leg shorter than the other for her entire life.  About an 1.5 inches.  A few of the staff and students surrounded her, marked two lines directly across from each other on each leg to mark where they would begin from, and then they began to lay hands and pray over her.  As soon as they started praying, her leg began to grow!  The mark on her left leg ended up being lower than the mark on her right leg by an inch and a half!  Her legs were now even.  She went crazy!!  We then began to pray over a wonderful lady who has been diagnosed with brain cancer.  She had to wear a hearing aid because the tumor had caused her hearing to cease.  As we prayed over her, she regained about 25% of her hearing in her ear!  This is miraculous in itself because the inner workings of the ear could not work because of the tumor.  We believe that the tumor is being diminished with each prayer.  This was a great start for her and the team around her (19-25 year olds) committed that moment to be her healing team until she was fully healed.

This school came together and there was such a true unity and love there for one another when I left.  I am sure of this: I was blessed more by this crew than I could have imagined.  Week 2 was amazing.  Thank You guys for having me, and Lord, thank You for giving me such an amazing journey!!

Georgia Men's Advance 2012

WOW!  What an amazing weekend I got to spend with hundreds of Godly men at the Georgia Men's Advance at Rock Eagle, Georgia.  This is the annual Full Gospel Business Men's Fellowship Conference.  I was invited to speak along side Dr. Mark Rutland this past weekend, and all I can say is WOW!  I am so humbled to be a part of this time.  I spoke Friday night, the opening night on the Kingdom, and many people came to give their lives to Jesus, and to lay down idols in their lives.  I prayed over men until 1:30 am.  Saturday, Dr. Mark Rutland spoke two powerful messages on reconciliation, identity, and purpose. I was blown away and learned so much from this amazing man.  Sunday morning, I spoke on the role of the Holy Spirit to help us with the Greatest Commandment, so we can do the Great Commission. You can watch the videos using these links here:

Kenny Peavy: January 27
Kenny Peavy: January 29

Rebekah and I love you guys and gals, and we are so grateful for all of your support and love for us, and for what God is doing in and through us.

God bless you!!

The Peavys

You Never Know When....

As some of you may know, we took off from Los Angeles on Tuesday morning at 4:30 am, heading east toward the sunrise.  We were bound for a 3-day adventure that would take us across America and conclude in Atlanta, Georgia.  My friend, Derek Owen, was leaving with us from Los Angeles in his own car.  He was driving to Paducah, Kentucky.

Our first day had us driving from Los Angeles to Albuquerque, New Mexico.  When we rolled in to our hotel for the evening, we were wiped out, but so excited from the adventure from the day we had endured as a family.  We had a semi-decent sleep, and the next morning we were ready to knock down another 750-800 miles.

YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN....

As I was loading my car, a young man approached and ask for some money.  As I looked at him, I asked him why he was in a position to need money from strangers, and why was he homeless.  I meant it from the perspective that this is not God's plan for him.  He answered and said that his grandmother passed away three weeks before, and he had been living with her in her place.  When her apartment came open, he had nowhere else to go.  He was now out on the streets.  I explained to him that he had just walked up to a pastor who loves Jesus, and was homeless myself at one point in my life.  I placed my hand on his head, looked into his face, and told him that this is not what his life was to be about.  God had and has a plan for him, and He longs for him to know Him.  The man began to cry, and then to sob.  He buried his head into my chest and let out a long sob.  I hugged him, and let him have this moment, and let God have His moment with His son.

I told him to wait a second, and I ran inside to the free breakfast buffet where my family was still eating, and I grabbed a cinnamon roll and a big cup of coffee.   I told Rebekah what was going on, and we quickly got all the cash we had on us, and I returned to him.  I showed him the money we had combined together for him, and I gave him his food.  He could not believe it.  Then the Lord told me to tell him that he is not invisible and that my wife and I were doing this because the Lord was telling us to.

I told him how the Lord longed to know him, and with a Father's heart that he couldn't understand until he experienced the Father's perfect love.  He told me that was experiencing it in that very moment!  I asked him if he wanted to trust God, give his life to God, and let Him live in him, on him, go before him, protect him, guide him, comfort him, and live through him to others.  He said that he wanted me to stay with him forever, but if couldn't have me stay with him, and if it wasn't me who was giving him such love and attention, but God Himself, then he definitely wanted to give his life to Jesus so he could have Him with him at all times.  He said this because he had never known joy until this very conversation, and he didn't know why his heart was leaping inside his chest for more of it, but all he could think was, "I WANT THIS!"  So, he prayed to God, and asked Him to be Lord and Savior of his life forever!  AMEN.

Then as I prayed over him, I saw a picture in my mind of a lumber mill, and I saw him working there, and then the Lord spoke to me and told me to tell him to "Come Home".  I asked him where "home" was and he told me "El Paso".  I spoke of the picture I saw and told him of a job for him at that lumber mill.  He knew exactly where that lumber mill was/is, because he grew up just a couple of miles away from there.  He began to laugh hysterically.  He couldn't believe it.  God was changing his sorrow into joy in the moment, and he couldn't catch up with the massive shifting from ashes to beauty.  He kept saying, "WOW, WOW!"  All his life, he had felt invisible because both parents were addicted to drugs and alcohol, and never had time for him, except to beat him for being in the way.  Yet, God told me to tell him that he is NOT invisible, and He loves him, and cannot wait to show him.

After this, he opened his bag, and showed me a pistol!  He said to me, "Kenny, I was going to get some money from you to buy a cup of coffee, and then I was going to kill myself this morning. It was supposed to be my last day today."  He pointed at the place he had planned to end his life.  I looked at him with everything in me, and said, "Yeah, but God intervened, He saved you.  And, you did die.  You encountered His love for you, and you surrendered to Him, you gave up, and He raised you up from such a life, and now you can say that this is truly your FIRST day of the rest of your life."  We hugged, and he drank his coffee.  We laughed and cried together, and I prayed over him, and he prayed right back over me, and one my family, and we prayed to the same God, our Father, whom we both now knew.

He went and sold his gun at a local pawn shop, went to Walmart, bought a pay-as-you-go cell phone, called his aunt, bought a one-way bus ticket to El Paso, with expectation in his heart that the job at the lumber mill has his name on it.  He left that place an orphan in his heart, and he is returning learning how to be a son.  Father, teach him as you have taught me.

People are hurting all around us.  They are desperation with legs, camouflaged in a defeated rhetoric ever exclaiming "I'M FINE, I'M OK", when just under their skin, a storm is raging inside them.  Just under the roar of that storm is the little person inside them screaming out, "HELP ME!" "I WANT TO BE LOVED!" "CAN YOU HELP ME??" Are we ready?  Can we hear them, can we slow down enough to see them?  Can we get our eyes off of our own mirrors to see them?  Are we ready to by moved by His love, to be armed with His love for those who don't know His love?  

Women's Holy Spirit Encounter - Atlanta, GA

This past October, I traveled to Atlanta, Georgia to speak at the Holy Spirit Encounter weekend. I usually speak at this amazing conference twice per year for the men.  And we have had incredible meetings with Holy Spirit.  We have seen so many deliverances, salvations, rededication's, and more in these weekend meetings.  Men turn into little boys before their Lord and Savior.  Innocence being restored, wounds being healed, and hope reviving in the lives and hearts in previously beautiful but bound and imprisoned souls.

This time, I was invited to speak to the women's conference!  I flew to Atlanta a day and a half before I spoke, and I got to spend some incredible time with my dad and my older brother Kevin.  The time we spent together was so special, and I will cherish that time forever.  

The highlight of the women's event came before I even spoke one word.  I was introduced to the audience of ladies by none other than my own mom.  Yup.  That was one of the most special moments of my walk with God.  My mom is everything.  She endured during my years of rebellion when I was younger, and has been enduring my dad forever (LOL, had to get ya there pops).  She has always been there with unconditional love and wisdom over me, even in the really difficult years of my life away from God.  I will always cherish her, and I will always cherish the moment she introduced me, her son, as the speaker at this conference.

I shared about the love of God, the real God, as opposed to the religious man-made God we have created in our own image.  I shared about my struggles to find this real God in the midst of so much confusion caused by religion, and the fallen world all around me.  I shared how He found me first, and how he changed my life, and what I have been doing around the world for Him as I just follow Him each day from that first encounter with Him.

When I finished, I handed it over to the director of the event, Mr. Tom Linder.  He is such a great man of God, who just loves.  He loves to love.  He opened the floor to anyone who wanted to respond, and for the next two hours there was a line in front of me filled with women who were rededicating their lives, giving their lives to Jesus for the first time, women who needed prayer, etc.  We had deliverances right there in the line, salvations in the line, and some of the sweetest redemption from wounds and brokenness I have ever seen.  This line seemed to never diminish, and even right up until the time that I literally had to walk out of the building to catch my flight, there were still women, HUNGRY women after His presence, His love, His redemption, His freedom, who were waiting in the line to be prayed for, and to let things go in the coolest exchanges of idols for presence I have ever been a part of.  I was so humbled to see this.

God, yeah You ARE the coolest!!

When You're Tired

This week has stirred a ton of stuff in me, mainly because this week was stressful, tiring, and seemed to produce one issue after another. It seemed though that the more things would come at me, the more I dug in to try and solve them. That sounds great on the surface, but I increasingly began to notice signs that I was pressing, stressing, and...regressing. I had to make it rhyme. Pressing, because things easily agitated me, and I was losing my patience with everything and everyone around me. The slightest thing began to bug me. I felt like everything had to happen in a hurry, and I needed results to everything I was doing rapidly, or I felt like giving up on it. I began stressing, because, in my own strength, I could not yet again provide solutions to many of the issues that faced us this week. I thrive on problem solving. It is like a fun test for me, but when I cannot provide answers to situational problems, I tend to stress. Regressing, in that I was aware the entire time that the reason I was pressing and stressing was that I was not spending time, that critical time, with Jesus. When I do, He takes over, I give these issues to Him, and trust Him in all things. Even though I knew I needed to stop, drop, and invite Him into my crashing world, I still didn't because the little voice of unbelief in me said, "That's not gonna help.", even though I have years of encounter and testimony with Him that crush that lie. Pride does incredibly destructive things to us. It denies you exactly what you need in the most critical time that you need it. So, I wallowed in self-pity, I accused others of not caring about my needs, and I removed myself socially from family and consumed myself in taking care of the family, as any "good responsible father" would do. And I was miserable. I was tired. When you are tired, the natural instinct is for old habits, mindsets, past snares, wounds, behaviors, and mentalities to come rushing in to your aid. Unless you go vertical and set your heart and mind on things above (Colossions 3:1-4), you will welcome them back in and seek their council before you are even aware that you are doing it. When you are tired, that is time more than ever, to guard your heart, and search for wisdom. Go to Him, and ask Him for the ability t remember all that is true, absolute, and eternal, about HIM. Remember that He is your Father, He will always love you, He will never forsake you, He will provide, He will guide you, He will secure you, He will prosper you, He will protect you, He is with you, and that His love will never fail you. As I meditated on these things, my sanity returned, the tempest in my chest began to subside, my peace returned, my awareness of His presence was restored, and I repented for allowing time between us allow for defeated foes to attack and retake my mind and heart for a while. And ya know what, my joy and excitement for life returned. When He is in control, I am not. That is the greatest starting point of any day. You are God, I am not. What a great relief that is. When you are tired, worship Him. When you are tired, turn to Him, and cast what is burdening you onto Him. Once He has it, just relax, and remember how amazing and immeasurably incredible His love is for you. Watch the stress, anxiety, fear, control, worry, and unbelief fall to the ground in the midst of His presence. He is so faithful. Try Him, and you will see what I mean. In Him, by Him, from Him, through Him, and for Him, Kenny Peavy

Recording September 15 at i-58 Studios

This just in.  I wanted to pass this along to everyone.  We are recording a single on September 15 at an amazing studio here in LA.  Please be praying for this.  If all goes well on this single, this will be one of the regular recording spots for us.  Also, be praying for the open doors to key connections and relationships to get the right recordings we are looking for.  Lastly, be praying for the finances to come in for me to pay all my musicians, studio production, mixing, mastering, and marketing.  Here is a link to the studio I will record at.  These guys are awesome.  

http://i-58studios.com/

Dreams are so much fun!

Kenny