MeNNopause Monday

The Eagle’s Way: Riding the Storm

Good morning brothers,

Two Kinds of Men in a Storm

Most birds sense the pressure drop and scatter. They hide, wait it out, hope it passes. But the eagle? He turns into it.

He doesn’t fight the wind. He locks his wings, catches the updraft, and lets the very force that terrifies everything else lift him above the chaos.

There’s a word for that in a man’s life: midlife.

Stop exhausting yourself in resistance.

A man in crisis often burns all his energy against the storm—denying it, numbing it, working harder, performing harder. But the eagle knows: struggling against the wind only tires you out. The storm doesn’t care about your effort. It cares about your position.

Use the pressure to gain altitude.

That restlessness, that dissatisfaction, those questions you can’t answer—what if they’re not signs you’re failing, but signs you’re being called higher?

Isaiah 40:31: “Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles.”

Notice: soaring, not striving. The eagle’s strength is renewed not by flapping harder, but by waiting on the wind.

Get above the noise to see clearly.

In the storm, ground level is chaos—rain, debris, panic. But above it? Clarity. The eagle rises until he sees the whole landscape, the way forward, what was hidden from below.

A man in midlife often feels lost because he’s still trying to navigate from within the storm. But the invitation is to rise—to get perspective, to see his life from above, to ask: What have I been too close to see?

The Wilderness Is Your Updraft

The wilderness strips away the old thermals—achievement, reputation, performance. And in that stripping, you discover something terrifying and true:

You were never meant to fly by your own effort.

The eagle doesn’t flap his way to 10,000 feet. He waits. He trusts. He locks his wings and lets the storm do what it was always meant to do.

The Question

What storm are you currently running from that you were meant to rise above?

Not fight. Not fix. Not escape.

Rise above.

The storm isn’t your enemy. It’s your elevator.

Lock your wings. Wait on the wind. See what becomes visible from up there.

Until next Monday, brothers—stay in the air.

MeNNopause: we are the brotherhood that never walks alone.. but like the eagle: we lock are arms together in prayer we wait for the wind of the Holy Spirit and soar above all storms! Fly Eagle fly !!!! You are built for altitude John 3v31

I remember a great man today an erudite scholar of the word and a great mentor Mr Kole Abe.. keep resting in peace Eagle