Sunday, during our morning worship, our Pastor, in the midst of her sermon/teaching, began to sing old spirituals; hymns that go back generations, and that we probably heard when we were children. As I sat there listening and joining in when I knew the words, I was taken back to weekends with my grandmother, Nana. March is Women History month and it provides us with an opportunity to celebrate the famous and not so famous, the highly loved, extraordinary women in our life, like my Nana.

Nana, a little woman who stood under five feet in the natural, but was a giant to those who knew and loved her. Nana, who was as wise as Solomon with a third grade education from a one room schoolhouse in South Carolina. She was physically, mentally and spiritually strong. Nana carried many scars from life- from growing up in SC, living as a young adult in Georgia, and making the great migration north to NY with her children in tow. She was strong because of faith! I only remember seeing my Nana reading one book, a small print King James Bible. One with all the thee, thou and thine and she understood every word.
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