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? 🤔 

Some days the opposition doesn’t come in thunderclaps but in persistent, pecking distractions — words that sting, misunderstandings that cling, criticism that loops in your mind like a crow on your back.

Oh, how I’ve felt the crows lately. The naysayers. The self-doubt. The jabs cloaked in concern. The echo of old wounds trying to convince me I’m not enough. 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 in the quiet with Holy Spirit this morning, I sensed a gentle whisper: “Don’t flap. Don’t fight. Just rise.” 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 rise by striving. We rise by surrender. We ascend in stillness, when we remember who we are and whose we are. The eagle isn’t distracted by the crow because it knows its domain — the heights. You were never meant to live among the noise. Your wings were made for altitude.Not every voice deserves a reply. Not every battle requires our presence. Some things fall away not because we fought, but because we outgrew them. Because the air we're called to breathe is found in the secret place — the high place.

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. To worship instead of worry. To trust instead of tremble. To lift my eyes to the hills, where my help comes from. 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 most High.Not called to wrestle, but to rise.

🙌 Prayer:

Jesus, teach me to rise.When others misunderstand me, help me resist the urge to fight back.Lift me above the noise, above the need to be seen or defended.Let me breathe in Your truth — not the accusations.Make me like the eagle: still, strong, surrendered to the winds of Heaven.In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

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I'm not losing the battle, beloved. I'm just climbing higher.

🦅 I'll keep soaring. They were never meant to follow me to this altitude.