Just let ’em be

Just let ’em be

Just let ’em be

Emerging in a plume of pink smoke, the good-hearted, female scientist and botanist formerly known as Dr. Pamela Isley…

…transformed into Poison Ivy – a crafty and seductive eco-terrorist who was half-woman and half-plant, described as a goddess of irresistible beauty. While her exterior appeared innocuous, it was the deadly poison that lied underneath the surface that was the true source of unforgettable discomfort, irritation and pain.

Much like this fictional character found in the Batman & Robin biopic, if you’ve ever had an encounter with any member of the poison ivy/oak family, it is an experience you are likely to never forget.

My sole encounter with Dr. Isley’s real life alter ego, Poison Ivy, took me by complete surprise. One evening after taking my furry buddy Sydney for a walk, my ankles begin to itch uncontrollably. I mean those jokers were on Fiyah!!! I couldn’t scratch enough, pat enough nor rub them enough to eliminate the habanero level of heat that was taking over my skin.

After much quality time with Google and a trained medical professional, I learned I’d been exposed to poison ivy. Really? Poison Ivy? The infamous “leaves of 3, let ’em be” greenery? How Sway?


This possibility originally never crossed my mind…because I wouldn’t exactly consider myself to be the outdoorsy kinda gal, ya know? However, my introduction to this seemingly innocuous greenery was actually transferred by my furry buddy. At some point during our stroll, he came in contact with the plant and then later, brushed up against me.

And that’s all it took…

…a brief encounter with a highly poisonous plant led to nearly 2 months worth of a daily distraction. That’s all it took, for me to have incredible irritation, discomfort, redness and blistering of my skin not to mention a regimen of the steroid of champions, Prednisone, which cleared up absolutely nothing. That’s all it took, to initiate the complete household disinfecting that included bathing Sydney, washing all bedding, linen and clothing that may have touched my skin and perhaps brushed other clothing that it was folded up or hung nearby.

All of that was necessary because he encountered the poisonous element and then touched me.

Now let me caution all my fellow Peculiar Chix, let’s not get too crazy! No need to get weird about people touching you and going too far with things. The objective of this post is to encourage us to be vigilant and mindful of who we allow to brush up against us as we go throughout this gift called life. And just as people enter our space and life,  so are we entering theirs – and we’re all carrying along our own 5-piece luggage of stuff (hurt, pain, disappointment and conversely, love, joy and laughter) that have breezed through our lives and infected and affected our daily encounters.

Cuz here’s the kicker…

…poison ivy isn’t airborne, it has to physically touch you in order to affect and/or infect you. In fact, it’s not the actual leaves that do the damage, it’s the oil that transfers from the leaves to our skin called “urushiol”, that houses the potential infection. So while we are so focused on the leaves, it’s actually the residue that lights our skin on fiyah!

Key Questions: So what residue have you left behind on others? And what residue has been left behind on you?

Let’s re-examine the opening picture of Ortho’s “Poison Ivy Tough Brush Killer”…

If you look in the upper left hand corner of the container, you’ll see these words, “Kills the Root”. Now if a man-made product can have that much purported impact on this oily residue, just imagine what God could do if we allowed Him to get to the root of the residue left behind from some of our most challenging encounters in life.

In fact…

…we find these words in the bible’s book of 1st Peter, chapter 5, verses 6 & 7: “Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God [set aside self-righteous pride], so that He may exalt you [to a place of honor in His service] at the appropriate time, casting all your cares [all your anxieties, all your worries, and all your concerns, once and for all] on Him, for He cares about you [with deepest affection, and watches over you very carefully].” 


Kelli Michelle Takeaway: Evaluate who I’ve allowed to touch me (my heart, my mind and my body) and potentially infect and/or affect me. And then cast all of my concerns, once and for all, on God. And just let ’em be!

Love ya girlie!  


photo credits: randalldsmith.com, ortho.com, batman.wikia.com, dogsaholic.com, ebroji.com

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