Sometimes when birds around me are making sounds, I can interpret them.
Crows, to me, have always sounds like warbling.
Last year I learned that crows are by original design intended to be watchbirds. They let the neighborhood know when danger or destruction are happening. They are the bird most commonly hijacked by the enemy and that changes their sound.
My experience since then has been to try to operate in dominion by saying, you can only make the sounds you were designed by creator to make when you are in my space. Since then no crows made noise on my land.
Then I moved.
There are a group pf seven in this new neighborhood. Big. We bought a few acres and the wood beside us. When the crows showed up I told them to be quiet. They responded but not with obedience. If I started towards them they would fly away but still sqwaking.
Father asked me how much earned authority I had on this land. Not much. I started pulling weeds. Authority grew. I could feel a shift as I did life giving things to steward the land.
Then the day came for discussion. Four of the biggest ones came to my back deck while I was by the sliding glass window.
They wanted to talk.
I understood them!
They said I had dominion over the land around the house. They then said they still had more authority in the woods. And they flew away.
And I said…Father??????
He said, Tanya, if these were new agers, how would you treat them?
I said I would bless them into their original design and love them where they were.
He said for the crows to do the same.
Since that encounter with the crows I have pondered a bit.
My picture of dominion, of ruling and reigning, compared to Father’s.
My idea of earned authority and its entitlement.
All of this came under scrutiny.
I act like there is a contest I have to win.
He operates in the confidence there is no contest.
If I engage as though it is a war, and they are the enemy, I activate the worst in those birds.
If I bless them into their original design, I give them permission to be that, and things align with the truth of my dominion faster, with less effort.
I know this because, since I was intentional about blessing their original design, they have settled down, are less aggressive, and have not been on our property.
Learning, becoming. God gives the farmer wisdom. Selah.