- Author and producer Patricia "Pat" Ledford has extensive experience in the entertainment industry and in marketing, advertising, and public relations.
As the first Executive Director of the Tennessee Film, Entertainment and Music Commission she worked to expand the state's film industry ranking to 4th in the nation. In only four years, she led her team to recruit more than 35 major film/television projects to the state . Working with numerous award-winning professionals including Tony Scott, Gil Cates, Marvin Chomsky, Delbert Mann, Elmo Williams, Joe Cates, and Mark Rydell inspired her to establish her own company to develop and produce high-quality music videos, and projects for television and theatrical release.
Following her film commission tenure, she worked as a consultant and in crew positions on "Starman", "Round Midnight", "Sweet Dreams", "Marie", "Burning Rage", "Where the Sidewalk Ends", "Johnny Cash Christmas Special", and "The Last Days of Frank and Jesse James". Her producing credits include "Live on Stage", a 29-show television music series syndicated nationally and internationally, "A Tennessee Homecoming" featuring 50 Tennessee stars, "Life with Elvis", and numerous music videos and commercials.
In her role with the Make-A-Wish Foundation, she connected the organization for wishes involving the Academy Awards, as partner for the world premiere of "Country Strong", and in granting wishes on the sets of "Glee", "Chronicles of Narnia", and a room makeover by HGTV's David Bromstad.
She served on the boards of the Nashville Entertainment Association, Nashville Urban League, Leadership Tennessee as well as the Sinking Creek Film Festival-later renamed the Nashville Film Festival. In 1981, she Chaired the U. S. Delegation of Young Political Leaders General Assembly @ Oxford.
Ledford's debut novel "Strings-The Story of Hope" (a historical romance novel spanning four generations in Western North Carolina and East Tennessee between 1776-1805) is now available. More information at www.palinks.net
Born in Kingsport, Tennessee, Ledford was educated at the University of Tennessee, and has one daughter.- IMDb Mini Biography By: Patricia Ann Ledford [PAL] - MY WRITING JOURNEY OF FAITH - DRAW ME TO THE QUIET STRENGTH I CAN FIND IN YOUR PRESENCE
When I was asked to move to Chattanooga in 2012, I knew Jesus was in the room, answering my prayers about where He wanted me to be..
My daughter married just 6 months after I moved and I thoroughly enjoyed living downtown. "Thy will be done" dominates my every prayer.
Beginning in February of 2016, I worked from my condo, garnering construction projects for Spray-Lock Concrete Protection and landing over 15 projects that year. On Monday, August 22, 2016 I was due in Kingsport for a Spray-Lock project. In the past many years, I hadn't spent much time in the mountains, so I decided I would rent a cabin near Hot Springs, NC and commute to Kingsport for the project. My daughter and her husband had moved into my condo as they were in the process of buying their first home. We all needed a well-deserved break; so, they joined me for a week-end getaway.
That Monday, they returned to Chattanooga and I went to Kingsport. Back at the cabin that evening, I poured a glass of wine, and basked in the solace of nature. "Draw me to the quiet strength I can find in Your presence"... I realized I didn't have to rush back to Chattanooga and went to sleep without plans for the next day.
On Tuesday morning, I sat with a map and a prayer, and realized I was just a few hours away from Moses Cone National Park, a place where I had felt closest to God in my younger years. I headed that way. Arriving at the park, I immediately felt peace, climbing to my perch on a fence overlooking the mountains and a beautiful lake. I began to pray "Dear God, please guide me in my future path. Shall I live at the beach or in the mountains...Will I ever get to write? ... Please guide me, according to Thy will."
I then tried to be still and listen. [As you can imagine, being still is a major effort for me]. But I made the effort. And then I heard, "You know-Nat's cabin is nearby and there's that 100' waterfall. Go there."
Nat Winston ran for Governor against Lamar Alexander in 1974. I was his campaign coordinator and as we traveled across Tennessee for almost two years, I heard many stories of Cary's Flat, the Coffey family, and the mountain folk. I realized I was near his Grandfather Mountain retreat and recalled the beauty of the 100' waterfall. That was 1973-1974, 45 years ago.
That evening, I checked into a Boone, NC Inn and immediately called my daughter, who was at my Chattanooga condo. I asked her to look in my filing cabinet for a file labeled "Nat Winston" to see if she could find a map to the cabin. She found it and sent me a photo of the map.
Nat had drawn the map over 50 years ago. There were no street names, other than The Blue Ridge Parkway. But I knew to head toward Grandfather Mountain. Exiting off the Blue Ridge Parkway, I came to Highway 221. I could turn right to Grandfather Mountain or left toward Blowing Rock. I turned left. A few miles down the road, I saw a sign: "New Hopewell Baptist Church-5 miles". There was a church on the map so I took the sharp turn to the right and found myself on a dirt-gravel road going deep into the forest. I just kept going. There were no street signs - only the tightly wound road to follow. I had no idea if I was on the right road, but after what seemed like an eternity, I came across the church. The country store indicated on the map was no more. I turned left and continued for another eternity. I recalled my two trips to the cabin and seemed to remember it was on the left. After 20 minutes driving on the sharply twisted dusty gravel road, I saw the cabin and the waterfall. Wow! It was unbelievable! I had found it after over 40 years!!
I hiked up to the cabin, then to the waterfall. It was a beautiful day and I waded across the creek and climbed up on a rock. I sat and prayed. I reclined and relished sun, the sounds of rushing water, and scenery surrounding the waterfall. I prayed continuously, "Lord, what shall I do. Should I live at the beach..or in the mountains. Will I ever get to write?" I spent about 30 minutes praying at the waterfall, then walked down the hill to my car, feeling grateful for the quiet time I had spent with God [and perhaps with a watchful angel Nat].
But when getting into my car, I saw a "For Sale" sign located at another gravel road just 20 feet away. I felt compelled to see what cabins cost in that area so I drove on another winding gravel road for yet another eternal 10 minutes until I came to a dead end - and the most picturesque property I had seen in a long time. The view was unbelievable. I walked around the yard and beautiful landscaping. This cabin was for sale, but not knowing whether the owners were home, I grabbed a flyer and quickly got back in my car.
These few days were the first time in almost fifty years when I did not have a plan. I had always gone to sleep with an agenda for the next day, even the next 30 days, feeling driven to make the most of every second and use the time God gave me wisely. I was a driven soul. However, in the past two days, I had not had a plan. I just followed God's voice.
I headed to Cherokee, NC to see where the first Americans had lived. Disappointed, I saw the town was now casino-town and nothing like I expected. That night I again prayed "Thy will be done" and slept well. Thursday morning I decided to head to Fontana Dam on my way back to Chattanooga. I took a wrong turn and found myself driving on remote roads with only the occasional bikers along the way. I had no phone signal and no food from the time I hit the road until around 3 o'clock that afternoon.
Along the way, I thought about the past two days. God had definitely taken me on an adventure. What did it mean? I liked the cabin, but having had my condo on the market a year ago, I was not in any way whatsoever ready to put it back on the market, go through multiple showings and interruptions, with a remote chance of selling it. After driving in absolute silence (except for the voice in my head) for six hours, I finally found a restaurant (and a cell phone signal) in Vonore, TN. I was starving and ordered my "brunch". As soon as the server left my table, my phone rang. It was the concierge/property manager for my condo complex. She said, "Pat, you know how you said you didn't want to put your condo on the market again, but if I had someone interested in a property like yours I could show it?"
In shock, I replied, "Yes". She said, "Well, I showed some folks a condo like yours and they would really like to see yours. Would you be willing to let me show it at noon tomorrow?" I agreed.
I got back to the condo around six that evening. It was clear that a lot had to be done to get the condo ready to show - but my wonderful kids helped, and the condo was ready to show at noon on Friday. That evening [just about 48 hours after I had left Nat's cabin], I had a contract on my condo for much more than I had paid for it.
There was no doubt. God had sent me a very clear message. I debated with Him. I asked myself "What else could He do - send me a registered letter?"
This was a tough decision - with a clear answer. In 30 days, I would have no place to live unless I hustled. I looked at options in Chattanooga, but everything I looked at would cost me $1,000 more monthly than the cabin. God couldn't have spoken more clearly. He had answered my mountain prayers, though in a way I could never have imagined.
The next week-end, my daughter and I drove to Boone, NC and then spent about two hours at the cabin. It was not perfect. It was a 900 sq. ft. tiny house. (Interestingly, I had spent the last year watching "Tiny House Nation" and imagining whether I could downsize that extensively.)
From cabin to the paved Highway 221, it is a 20-minute drive on an extremely crooked dusty dirt and gravel road. As I navigated the unexpected twists and turns, she said, "Mom, this cabin feels like you." We continued to talk all the way back, discussing the pros and cons. But there was no question. I had prayed "Thy will be done". This was God's will.
I sent an email to the North Carolina realtor and made an offer on the cabin. We agreed to a price $15,000 less than the asking price and, after I made another trip to the cabin for six hours of multiple inspections, the sellers consented to my requests for removing furniture, fixing several issues, and we set to close on October 6.
Ever since I became a mother, I had designated many of my mother's collectibles and furnishings for my daughter. I had done my best to organize my files and notes to ease passing my possessions along to her once I had passed. The timing of their moving to a new home throughout this entire adventure is another of God's blessings. I was able to give nearly all my furniture and collectibles to my children. And yes, I even parted with my baby grand piano, knowing I can enjoy it whenever I visit them. Once I am gone, I no longer have to worry about their managing the process of sorting through my stuff (except the two legal filing cabinets I brought to the cabin).
It was a very tough, exhausting six weeks journey, but here I am sitting at my computer and writing. I now have an office with windows. I moved in the day before Hurricane Matthew hit. The winds were high here - but it was clear the beach would have been difficult. A beachfront home would have cost 3-4 times as much as my cabin.
And, I must say, the sunsets here are breathtaking, as are the stars that surround my home at night. God's artwork is one of our greatest blessings. I am learning to be still and listen. I have learned to let days go by without plans. I only have to look out my office window to see God's work to remind me I am here at His will and I will follow as He leadeth me.
I recently completed "Strings-The Story of Hope", a historical romance novel. And every day as I sit down to my computer, I reflect and pray according to the Lord's word: "Commit thy works unto the Lord, and thy thoughts shall be established." Proverbs 10:3.
"Time with You can replenish my life and renew my work."- IMDb Mini Biography By: Patricia Ledford
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