With the New Year comes a new story to tell. I was struck around Christmas time with the story of three generations of women who fight to come out on top. Their methods might not be the best, but they do what they have to do, generation by generation, to overcome the issues in their lives.
I’ve been doing a lot of research that spans roughly forty years in the history of the United States – 1840 through the 1870s. Sadly, much of what I’m looking for isn’t available in a Google search or in the library. I have to use my imagination and I can only pray that I’m doing justice to the three women telling me their story in my head.
As usual, the story (still unnamed) takes place in South Carolina, this time near Saint Matthews, a small town south of Columbia. We begin with the life of a young slave woman and progress to her daughter, and eventually her granddaughter. All have faced the oppression that comes with being a woman of color on a southern plantation. And all will find their own way to seek the Lord and overcome the hands they were dealt.
I don’t write for it to be pretty. Real life is hard and unfair. I will never forget being told that God does give us more than we can handle – it’s what we do with it that He’s looking for. Do we panic? Do we hide? Or do we cast our troubles on the Lord and let Him handle it?
I pray that this story will show the mercy of God and the forgiveness of both God and man. We’ll see how it goes. So far I’m more than 10,000 words in. Please join me in praying that this story will glorify God above all else.
That’s what’s new with me. God bless!