About Me
- Penn Hayden
- God-lover, singer, poet, writer, mother, friend. Author of Song of Unborn Child.
Monday, July 05, 2021
Burned by Such a Flame
Tuesday, April 27, 2021
Glory Rising
Saturday, April 17, 2021
An Angel With One Wing
Wednesday, March 31, 2021
Flowers Growing Where they Shouldn't
It is not an orderly, neat and tidy, all-things-in-a-row type of garden that Jesus has cultivated. Oh, no, that will not do for Him! It is a boisterous, flowers-growing-where-they-shouldn’t type of garden; it is an unpredictable, never-knowing-what-will-pop-up-next type of garden; it is an audacious, blooming-even-in-the-winter type of garden.
How sad that all in the church do not possess such a plot of land. Perhaps they should invite Him in to cultivate their garden.
Artwork: Flowers by Jessie Wilcox-Smith
Thursday, March 25, 2021
He Fell Hard
He fell. He was most beautiful, the loveliest among the angels. He was the keeper of the song, chief musician extraordinaire with gemstones on his brow. He commanded legions of the heavenly powers and they did his bidding well . . . so well, that they followed him in the fall.
“I saw satan fall like lightning from heaven!” so said Christ. And he fell hard.
Artwork: Falling Star by Witold Pruszkowski
Saturday, March 20, 2021
The Crustiness Still Clinging
"But I am wrongly judged!" I hear your sad lament. T'is true. While one sees the crustiness still clinging to you, another sees the acting out brought on by pain; neither sees the heart within.
But some of us have eyes to see the hidden - and what a change is happening! What a pushing, stretching, magnificent metamorphosis that God is doing. Do not worry. One day all will see it when you take flight with lovely wings.
Photograph: Cocoon unknown
Thursday, March 18, 2021
It All Begins With Seeing
You can see into the hearts of men with His eyes. You can see what can be. You can see things that are not as if they are . . . and then you can call them forth. It all begins with seeing.
Photograph: eye, unknown
Tuesday, February 09, 2021
Blinding!
"Yes, it is one who is willing."
"Who is willing?"
"Yes, willing to give all. Only those who are willing to let go of all that this world offers can shine so bright."
"It is nearly blinding!"
"They are the feared ones, for they hold on to nothing that may stop the flow of glory from the throne."
"And the enemy sees this light?"
"Oh, yes, as do we. But men do not. It cannot be seen with natural eyes."
"Astounding!"
Photograph: Man Shining in Cave, Unknown
Friday, January 22, 2021
Setting Out the Light
There, I’ve lit it. And now I shall put it in the window. They'll see it. I know that they will see it! And they'll come. First one, then two: a straggler from out of the dark, a wounded one with child; then three, then four: souls tired of the night, weary of stumbling down the path without a light.
I'm ready for them! I have piles of comfort, various kindnesses, joy, hope, and, of course, an endless supply of love. I have all that He has given me, enough to tend a multitude that might come tramping through the dark.Ohhh, this setting-out-the-light is my favorite thing to do!
Artwork: Lantern's Warmth © Daniel Gerhartz
http://www.danielgerhartz.com/
Monday, January 18, 2021
It Doesn't Fit Our isms
“That little thing says it is one of us,” said the regal rooster, looking down his beak at the little thing.
“One of us?” said the fat hen in her high-pitched tremor. “CLUCK, cluck, no, no, no…I don’t think so.”
“It doesn’t look like one of us!” sniffed the Banty with her beak in the air.“We can’t,” answered the rooster, lifting his royal brow, “it doesn’t fit our –isms. It’s rebellious.”
“It doesn’t fit my Catholic-ism,” said the fat hen.
“Ack! And certainly not my pentacostal-ism,” said the Banty.
“Or my conservative protestant-ism,” the rooster said with scorn.
“I don’t think it follows any –ism at all! Ack!” shrieked the Banty. “What to do? What to do?”
“It’s such a simple little thing,” laughed the fat hen. “It says it doesn’t need an –ism. Imagine that! How impertinent!”
And they clucked and gaggled and gossiped and groaned about the little thing that said it followed HIM but with a freedom that was impertinent (said the fat hen!), and with a joy that was silly (said the Banty!), and with a uniqueness that was rebellious (said the rooster!) . . . and He who made the little thing smiled at it and told it to follow Him as they pushed it out of the hen house.
Artwork: Birds of a Feather Flock Together © Scott Gustafson
http://www.scottgustafson.com/
Thursday, January 07, 2021
GOD Happened
The whole world will one day ask - How did it happen?
. . . How did President Trump get re-elected and serve a second four-year term?
How did the DOJ, FBI, and CIA get cleaned up and justice get restored?
How did all the election fraudsters get caught and thrown in prison?
How did America once again become that city set on a hill and a third Great Awakening begin?
. . . GOD happened.
Thursday, December 17, 2020
Red Sea Moment
It is a parting-of-the-red-sea moment. Keep watch. Keep ready. For we're about to see a divine rescuing take place. God has a plan for President Trump and a perfect timing in all this.
It is God who rules the raging of the sea; and an obstacle that men cannot overcome, He can overcome with ease. He's about to stretch out His rod . . . and we all know what happened to His enemies when He did.
Artwork: Parting of the Red Sea © Jose Vega https://www.artofjosevega.com/
Sunday, November 29, 2020
The Thunder of their Wings
It is a terrible army that shall rout God's enemies from out of the shadows where they hide, where they hoped none would find them; and all their lies and schemes and wicked goings-on in this election shall be undone. And all those pretended 'leaders' of the people that stayed silent in this ruse, those cowardly, money-hungry RINOs, too, shall fall.
For God Most High is not yet done with this dear Nation . . . He has yet another trump card to be played.
Artwork: Army of Angels by Gustave Doré
Thursday, November 05, 2020
Angry Principalities
If you could see it, perhaps your heart would faint. If the invisible were seen, perhaps you'd nearly weep. The atmosphere's convulsing with the violence of it. The battle lines are drawn and the enemy is in a rage.
Come now, dear saints, it is not the time to stop your praying. It is your prayers that have brought it to this point. Come now, dear saints! Do you not remember? We do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the dark, angry principalities that fill the skies. Pray hard . . . pray harder yet. This election is in God's hands and God hears His saints.
Photograph: Chaiten Volcano and Storm, unknown
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
That Welcomed Bit of Light
The devourers couldn't stop it, though they tried. Though they surrounded it, yammering in their shrill, unpleasant voices, that lovely little thing could not be stopped. That welcomed bit of light daringly flew down and sent that darksome flock to flight.
Ha! Hope is bold, you know. Hope goes wherever Holy Spirit sends it, and neither the prince of darkness nor his evil winglings have the power to keep it from its course. Look up to heaven, now....
Artwork: When Hope Comes © Daniel Gerhartz
https://www.danielgerhartz.com/
Sunday, May 24, 2020
Out Here Alone
Where are your leaders who chase away wolves and bind up your wounds and bring you all safely in?
Where are the pastors who obey first their God and not the arbitrary rules of men?
I see you, dear sheep, some lonely and weak, tempted to fall back into the mire from which you were pulled. And I see the hirelings as they cower in their homes, speaking their platitudes of being good subjects of Governors and bad laws.
But where are the shepherds? I see none in this wood where I stand. Oh, God, raise them up! Raise them up soon. For the darkness approaches and these hirelings'll never do.
Artwork: Sheep in a Forest by Charles Emile Jacque
Tuesday, May 12, 2020
How Dare You Doubt
Well, we shall not allow it. You must quit your dancing, do you hear? It's us you must obey.
Come along now. Quiet down and go back inside your house, for the darkness is much safer. It's dangerous for you to be out here dancing in the sun. You'll regret it if you do. Oh, you dancing ones are the hardest ones of all for us to tame.
Artwork: At the First Touch of Winter, Summer Fades Away by Valentine Cameron Prinsep
Sunday, April 05, 2020
Align the Sails
Keep praying, church. Keep appealing to heaven for this nation and our President. God placed exactly who He wanted at the helm, and He's standing there beside him. Oohhh, here it goes! Align the sails in that direction, just a little more. Hold on now! Hold on! God is righting us and returning us to the lost markers of our Founders. This ship America will once again yield to a King.
Artwork: At the Helm © Danny Hahlbohm
http://www.dannyhahlbohm.com/
Saturday, April 04, 2020
All Our Cages
Don't you ever wonder what your wings are for? Don't you ever look through those bars at the world outside them, at the grand wide sky where other birds are flying? That is what He made you for, you know. God created you and He formed you . . . and I can guarantee that you were not created for a cage. That is the enemy's doing, as all our cages are. Do not be afraid. Jesus died to open up those doors.
Artwork: Papa, Papa, Tell Me Why, Cage is Open, Bird Don't Fly © Peter Van Straten
http://www.petervanstraten.co.za/
Thursday, March 26, 2020
All Sleeping
"Because He asked us to find one."
"One what?"
"One who is not sleeping."
"But they are all sleeping."
"Not all. There are awake-ones all over the earth. And they know the times and the seasons."
"Oh good! There is hope then."
"There is always hope! Now let us leave these ones to their sleep and go find the one He's asked us to find."
Artwork: Sleeping by Maxfield Parrish
Sunday, March 15, 2020
Against the Mighty Lion
Christ reigns over all the rulers of the earth. And that includes you.
Flail and fight, small cub, you have found that you are powerless to stop the mighty Lion of heaven. You cannot out-roar him. You have tried. You cannot snatch His precious children from His hands. They only grow in number.
You are defeated, Xi Jinping. His Spirit is the wind that makes His children rise up on wings like eagles. Can you stop the wind from blowing or imprison it? No, you can't.
Jesus reigns forever! . . . and you do not.
Artwork: Lion of Judah © Esther Eunjoo Jun
https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/esthereunjoo-jun
Sunday, February 23, 2020
Warring Stance
The angels hear you as you speak the word of God. All heaven's in agreement when you speak the word and that's when mountains can be lifted.
Pray on, royal daughter of the King! Your voice is heard even in the courts of heaven.
Artwork: Behind Every Great Man © Kevin A. Williams (WAK)
https://www.wak-art.com/
Thursday, January 30, 2020
I Can See the Angels
And if I look very carefully I can see the angels that walk before me. They set things up of which I cannot see - divine appointments, divine provision, help when needed, help when I do not know I need it. We are not alone when we venture into the wide world . . . not those who are his followers.
Artwork: Study for the Cross and the World by Thomas Cole
Thursday, January 16, 2020
A Lot of Bodies
Sunday, January 12, 2020
The Babe Doth Thank You
You decided life is sacred above all. You said that babe inside your womb is not a chain and ball, is not a threat to happiness nor a hindrance to well-being. In fact, that babe's a joyful song that you were meant to hear. Dear blessed mother that you are, the babe doth thank you . . . and so does God.
Artwork: The Angel and the Mother by Louis Janmot
Saturday, January 11, 2020
Revival's Flame
Just like that we'll see it happen - a solitary flame alights another and that second flame lights three more, and so it goes till millions more are brightly lit.
Revival's flame is coming.
Photograph: candlelight, unknown
Thursday, June 27, 2019
Change Is Coming
What the dream meant . . . Money represents favor in dreams, especially the favor of God. Change is coming (Dutch Sheets also recently prophesied change), a great change that will bring such an outpouring of favor and blessing that an increase of tenfold ($10 to $100) will happen in many areas in the lives of God's children. So don't quit! Keep pressing in. Change is coming.
Artwork: Gold coins by unknown