by Sr Nunother
I have obsessive compulsive tendencies that make me annoying. I don’t wish to be annoying, but sometimes can’t help myself. On Holy Saturday, I was in a mostly silent battle with another sister about the placement of four primrose plants. I wanted them yellow, red, yellow, purple. She was more concerned that their different colored pots blend together. When I left the room, she moved them. When she left the room, I moved them back. I can only tell you, it mattered, and I stuck with it until she fell asleep. It truly wasn’t about who won but – for whatever reason – my inability to accept yellow next to yellow. In the midst of my thought triviality, this beautiful scripture intervened: Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. I returned the primroses to my friend’s liking and went to bed.