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.