|art by Sarah Taylor Ko|
My constant kitchen companion in those days was Sister B. Sister B has an education in pharmacology, and despite being retired, she uses that same exacting care with quilting, cooking and dozens of other things that fill her days.
Sister B comes up to about my chin, which is to say she is petite. She has silver rimmed glasses that sit properly on her nose, a quick grin and smiling blue eyes. With the soft voice, she always asked me far more questions than I asked her, as we cooked and prepped the lunch.
It would be easy to brush off Sister B as a "nice little old nun." I know, because that's what I did. I got accustomed to her sweet voice and cheery manner. I like that she asked me lots of questions - nothing was ever about me in those days, when my kids were small and their needs large.
It was probably a year or so later, Dear Husband and I were with a number of other couples, sharing an evening discussion with the Sisters. Sister B and I ended up at the same table. As the evening progressed, I was struck by how wise Sister B was. Her comments were insightful. I was amazed at her thoughtful contributions to a rich discussion.
Later, as we were driving home, I was telling Hubby about this. Finally, I knew what Christ meant when he told his followers to be wise as serpents, yet gentle as doves. And he was good enough to illustrate his point, via my relationship with Sister B.