Poison ivy. O how I hate you. Anyone who has gotten into this dreadful plant knows just how annoying it can be- and itchy.
Every spring we are out with poison ivy (and every other plant with poison in front of its name.) trying to rid the yard of it. But one year I missed a patch of it and not paying attention rubbed my arm against it.
I didn’t know it until the itching started, and then it was all I could think of, (and no people telling me not to scratch it didn’t help).
Have you ever felt that feeling, when God really wants you to do something? Like when He wants you to pray for someone, but you really don’t want to, you are way too busy or distracted. Or when you are supposed to give money or time to help a certain person or ministry. It reminds me of poison ivy. He keeps prompting. The rash keeps itching- until you do something about it.
