It was time to write. Silence blanketed the room as we all put pens to paper. I couldn't help but notice that Sister Jean was writing feverishly. See, she can write! We took turns reading our quickie masterpieces. With anticipation, I waited to hear Sister Jean's written story. Will it be as good as if she were telling it? She read her story in her own special style of communication. We erupted with laughter.
But, there are differences of gifts, but the same Spirit. And there are differences of ministries, but the same Lord. And there are differences of workings, but the same God working all things in all. But, to each one is given the showing forth of the Spirit to our profit. ~ I Corth. 12:4-7Sister Jean and I walked out of the class together. We had encouraging words for each other in regard to our writing, then we hugged goodbye. I hope she will come back next month. I turned and started toward the exit. In the background, I could hear someone laugh. I knew Sister Jean was doing her thing. I almost shouted back over my shoulder, "She's an undercover nun!"
But, I restrained myself. After all, we were in a library.
Because of Him an Unto Him