One Saturday this April I decided to take up gardening. I thought about wearing gloves, but I didn’t.
I wanted to look tough like a real gardener, you know, get my hands dirty. And when my husband saw me working, he’d think, wow, she sure knows what she’s doing.
Ha! Huge mistake.
I spent hours pulling weeds around our house and along the edge of woods.
Over the next few hours/days/weeks, I developed a horrible rash–the kind that itches all day and wakes you from a dead sleep.
It started as red bumps on my knee, forehead, and eyebrow and spread to my neck and face. Blistered and oozing.
You’ve probably figured out what I had, but I was clueless.
I argued with my dermatologist. “It can’t be poison ivy. I don’t get poison ivy.” Growing up, I felt smug when my brothers and sister had it.
“That doesn’t matter,” the doctor said. “You can develop an allergy at any time.”
Stupid me! I’d spent a day hanging out with poison ivy–practically befriending the weed.
Warning! Warning! Leaves of three, leave them be!!
Poison ivy is sneaky. It doesn’t look the least bit dangerous.
There were spiritual truths buried among these leaves.
1. When I ignore that Still Small Voice (wear gloves), I’m going to regret it.
2. When I work to get noticed or praised, my motives are wrong. Pride is involved.
3. Sometimes what trips me up looks incredibly innocent.
Be careful, my friends~
Thoughts on life? Spiritual lessons?
Who’s had poison ivy? What worked for you?