Popsicle, Poison & Poised

On my way out to retrieve the mail,

I grabbed a sugar-free, tropical flavored popsicle from the garage freezer.

I dropped it.

It landed on the ground.

Dirty.

Ugh.

I picked it up, rinsed it off, and was just about to administer the 5 second rule ... 

 When I remembered the poison we had sprayed.

Listening

I took a new direction.

I threw it into the garage sink.
 

Then
I got a new one.

A clean one.

 

It clearly occurred to me:

 

Ignoring the Holy Spirit is like ingesting poison into our hearts.

We must be poised to listen.