Lucky Clover

I have an odd talent for finding four-leaf clovers. Just this week, I’ve found seven, and I wasn’t even really looking.

My mom is the same way. We also have a knack for finding typos in books and such, and I think the four-leaf clover thing is somehow related; to my eye, the anomaly of the four-leaf clover among a patch of three-leaf clovers just jumps out. I find them even as I’m walking along. It’s probably also related to my spazzing out when things are cluttered; things out of place make me kinda crazy.

Back when I was younger, I was somewhat superstitious. I avoided things like walking under ladders just in case, and when I was really little, I remember wondering if my mom’s chronic back pain could be related to my stepping on cracks in the sidewalk. (“Step on a crack, break your mother’s back.”) One day when I was sixteen, I found two four-leaf clovers, and later that day I wrecked my car. After that I decided one four-leaf clover must be lucky, but two must cancel each other out — so for years I would purposely NOT look anymore after finding one, just to make sure I didn’t find another!

But now, I don’t believe in luck. I believe God is in control of everything, and what many people call luck should more accurately be called a blessing. I think four-leaf clovers are fun to find because they are different. They stand out from the rest of the crowd. These abnormal clovers are considered special because they are different. I want to be like the four-leaf clover; I want to be different, too.

“Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.” Romans 12:2

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