Unless you know me well, you won’t realize how picky I am. I, for some reason, can taste slight differences in some foods that the rest of my family does not. A prime example is the boxed shells and cheese. The cheese sauce comes in a pouch, but there are two “flavors.” I like the pouch with red printing, but not the one with blue printing. I even went to the trouble of comparing the boxes of one brand and finding a way to tell the color on the pouch before getting it. Of course, they changed the design of the box, so my research is useless now. However, I still track the brands that use a red colored printing. I’m the only one in my family that can tell a difference in the taste, so I can’t explain what causes it.

Now, since I am picky on foods, that means that I have to specify if I want a particular brand, and it means that I do some of the cooking. I don’t have a problem with that, though I do realize that I could easily become annoying to others.

Now that I’ve shared that with you, what is the big deal? It’s this, why am I so picky on food, and not other things? If I spent the time to find out which box of shells and cheese to buy, why do I hurry through a prayer?

The first answer that pops into mind is that my priorities are wrong. Be that as it may, it doesn’t go deep enough. Why are the priorities wrong? Pride? Rebellion? I can’t answer that right now. But, I think it is worth the effort to dig for the answer.