quiet courage~a tribute to Laura

Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.
~ Mary Anne Radmacher

Annually, we United Methodists meet within our regions to worship, fellowship, and conference on the principles and practices that guide us.  Because there is a home for retired UMC deaconesses and missionaries in Asheville, local deaconesses that are able to drive often assist others in attending Annual Conference at a retreat location 45 minutes away.

And so it was that June nine years ago that I had the pleasure of meeting Laura Wells.

I had admired Laura from afar prior to that summer.  You see, she was the kind of soul whose peace radiated from her heart.  Her gentle smile and kind eyes had a way of putting you at ease when you were around her, as if you were coming home to a warm cup of tea and your favorite blanket.

When she climbed into my car that warm day in June, I’ll admit that I was a bit intimidated.  I had wondered what it would be like to sit in the presence of such a faith-filled woman.  I expected we would ride quietly all the way to Lake Junaluska with her pondering all that she would be doing at Annual Conference.

I was wrong.

She spent the trip asking me question after question about my calling, my ministry, and my theology.  And no matter how I tried to bring the discussion back around to her, she carefully guided me back down the path she had intended for us to take on the drive that day–a path that would open my heart and spirit to digging deeper into my faith journey and my own ministry.

After that car ride, I began to visit Laura regularly at the Brooks Howell Home.  She lived in an apartment in the back of the campus, and frequently, we would sit in her living room so we could admire the Creator’s handiwork as the seasons changed.  I don’t ever recall her having the lights on in her home which seemed to inspire contemplation and sanctuary as we chatted about life.

In sitting on her couch, I could clearly see her kitchen table.  This table wasn’t for eating;, no, it was for gathering articles from magazines and newspapers so that Laura could educate herself about important topics impacting our world.  She then organized and studied that information so that she could advocate for issues close to her heart.  Even when her cancer bound her to her favorite chair, she never stopped believing she could make a difference.

Some of my most important faith lessons were learned by sitting on that couch listening to stories of Laura’s life. Both a deaconess and church & community worker, Laura had followed God’s calling through many years of ministry, primarily focusing on work in jails and prisons.  As you can imagine, she endured many challenges over the course of career, and yet each day, she continued to give of herself to the people who counted on her.  She did it not because she had to but because she felt that she had no other choice.  You see, she always reminded me that God doesn’t call you to put your faith into action without giving you a bit of courage to go along with it.

That was Laura–a bit of quiet courage.  I’m sure she was never the one with the loudest voice or the last word, but I have no doubt that her humility and passion impacted many lives.  Her commitment to listening to God and believing in her call gave her the strength to transform lives daily, even from that comfy chair in her living room.

This week, my dear friend and mentor passed away.  In the last few years of her life, her courage took on new meaning as she battled cancer through many medical trips and transitions.  I cherished those last visits with her while her spirit continued to emanate peace and reassurance and hope.  I wish there had been time for more mentoring, more discernment, and more lessons learned.

I imagine in her passing, however, Laura knew that her questions and stories would carry on as the little voice encouraging us all to try again tomorrow.

 

every laugh line on your face, made you who you are today

I like to read and repost this one annually to honor one more year’s travel on the journey~

This is for all you girls about 42

Tossin’ pennies into the fountain of youth

Every laugh, laugh line on your face

Made you who you are today.

~This One’s for the Girls, sung by Martina McBride

Thank you, Martina McBride, for singing those lyrics with such energy and spirit!  When I listen to the live version of that song, I can’t help but smile knowing that in spite of all of the challenges in my last 40some years, I have laugh lines to remind me of what’s important.

The year of my separation, I can remember stopping one morning as I got ready for work.  Was it true?  There in the mirror stood a woman who had experienced a significant life transition but there, as a badge of honor, were the makings of two line sat the edge of her smile.

In the time since then, I’ve experienced death and loss, cancer and illness, spiritual isolation and physical pain.  I stand on my front porch this morning, however, and I look out over my little suburban farm, and I know that it has been my saving grace.

Yes, family and friends have been my safety nets, my mentors, and my support.  God has been my rock, my nurturer,and my peace.  But this farm, this farm has let me sweat out frustration, dig through tears, and hoe around problems.  It has excited me, encouraged me, and humbled me.  I have lost myself then found myself again out in this small piece of creation.

Most importantly, however, it has renewed my sense of purpose, filled me with delight, and taught me more about who I am than most other adventures on this life’s journey.  Not only has it contributed to the etching of laugh lines but also has defined muscles, warmed my spirit, and opened my heart.

So on this day, I’ll spend some time celebrating out in the vines and stalks, dirt and mulch that have welcomed me into their family and defined for me the simple meaning of “grace.”  And you better believe, I’ll be puttin’ those little laugh lines to work today! : )

lessons learned: why did the ducks cross the road?

At school this morning, the car rider line was held up by 3 ducks who carefully made their way across the road from pond to parking lot.  Sleepy teenagers didn’t seem to care, but it reminded me of this post I wrote a couple of years ago.  Happy adventures! ~cameron

Don’t be afraid to expand yourself, to step out of your comfort zone.  That’s where the joy and the adventure lie. 

~Herbie Hancock

On the way to and from my daughter’s school, we pass a rustic homestead with room set aside for a large garden, an old wooden barn out back, and a decent sized duck pond in the front.  The pond has attracted various water fowl, but three have chosen to stay.  A mallard, a wood duck and an old white goose happily took up residence several years ago and never left.road_sign_duck_animal

This morning, as I was driving home, I witnessed an odd site.  The ducks and goose had crossed the road.  There they were, the goose leading the charge, up a hill to a newly developed residential neighborhood quite the antithesis of their pastoral field and farm.

The goose looked pretty sure of himself, and the ducks waddled along behind probably thinking, “Ok, what’s this goose gotten us into THIS time?!”  It appeared to be less of a morning stroll and more of a deliberate mission.

As I drove past, I began thinking about those ducks crossing the road.  In order to do so, something had to motivate them to leave their comfortable way of life at the pond and compel them to want to cross a busy 2 lane stretch during school hours.  Once across, they had to have noticed that the neighborhood sits atop a large hill–quite a climb for those little legs.  And yet, they were marching right behind that goose, right up the hill on a new adventure.

Stepping outside of our comfort zones can be a bit like those ducks crossing the road.  We have to leave the security of what we know to take on the possibility of the unknown.  We may encounter challenges along the way, like busy roads and steep hills, but in the end, we may find new opportunities and learn a bit more about our capabilities.

I am sure that when they finish their outing, the ducks and goose will return to the serenity of their pond.  But you know, I bet they’ll have some pretty good stories to tell when the Canadian geese drop in on their way home from winter vacation.