Yesterday morning I took an alternate route to bypass construction traffic, and had the pleasure on the way of watching an eagle and a crow interact. I love being reminded whom I am, and why with the wingspan and strength of an eagle, I can soar without using energy to attack aggressors and risk harming myself.

When God spoke these words to me over a decade ago, He knew that as we journeyed together, I would understand the layers of meaning in these words. I was reasoning, more like angrily asking Him the why of many things. And this was His response – audibly.

“But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint.”
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭40:31‬ ‭NLT‬‬ https://bible.com/bible/116/isa.40.31.NLT

I’ve begun to run, figuratively, and not grow weary. Actually when I did run at my pace every morning in reality, I also did not grow weary. I let other people’s weighted shade create the ball and chain which wearied me. That dude who walked by and said “You call that running?” I don’t even remember his face, but I certainly remember how he made me feel. Aunty Maya is right again.

But back to God and the 🦅 eagle. I am living and learning to fly higher and higher with figurative crows on my back, or flying around me, trying to obstruct my path to the nourishment of freedom, love, and healthy connection. This is literally what crows do to eagles to prevent them from feeding on publicly available carrion. Eagles keep rising, and they never use their energy to fight the crows. They just keep flying higher and higher. Their energy is focused on living and finding the way upward.

I am not calling any person a crow – just to make that abundantly clear. Crows are the traditions, fallacies, and traumas that try to ride on our backs, try to obstruct our paths, try to prevent us from reaching the nourishment of publicly available truth that will help us soar to freedom, love, and healthy connection.

I am so incredibly grateful to God for the gifts that He packed in the earliest days of my seclusion, as David describes in Psalm 139. And I am incredibly grateful that I have accepted His invitation to unpack those gifts with Him. Our unpacking parties have given me the ability to find the road less travelled; and when l drive down that road there are always treasured moments like these.

It’s so worth unpacking with Him. Your eagle strength is waiting to be unboxed.