I came across this image today — an eagle in full, commanding flight… with a crow perched on its back.

At first, it felt absurd. A crow? Riding an eagle? Pecking at its neck like a child trying to annoy a lion. Yet the eagle didn’t thrash. Didn’t twist mid-air to retaliate. It didn’t even flinch. It just kept soaring higher.

Higher and higher… until the crow, breathless from the altitude, had no choice but to let go.

Isn’t that exactly how we’re called to live?🤔

I’ve been pecked at lately — not by crows, but by words, expectations, inner critics, and yes… even some people I’ve tried to love well. The noise of it all can be deafening. And it’s tempting, oh so tempting, to turn around and fight, to explain, to defend, to correct.

But I hear Holy Spirit whisper: You were never meant to wrestle with crows. You were meant to rise.

Sometimes elevation is our best answer. Not to be aloof. Not to escape. But because when we lift our eyes, when we set our minds on things above (Colossians 3:2), the air gets clearer. The noise grows faint. And we begin to breathe in truth again.

We don’t have to engage every accusation. We don’t have to descend into arguments or try to prove our worth. The crow cannot survive the heights God is calling us to. The more we rise — in faith, in peace, in trust — the more the voices that don’t belong to us fall away.

🪶 So I choose today to stop flapping… and start soaring. I will not be brought down by what was never meant to ride on my back. I will keep rising — not because I’m strong, but because His strength carries me. Because the wind beneath my wings is not my own effort, but His Spirit lifting me.

Because that’s who I am:

Not a fighter of crows, but a daughter of the skies.

Not called to wrestle, but to rise.