About the Author
Cathy Boyd Byrd invites others to join her in considering topics of interest to those on the Christian spiritual journey…..discipleship, spirituality, mental health, Christian growth, and Bible study. Cathy enjoys working with others as they transition from emotional emergency and brokenness to spiritual emergence and abundant living! Many of the topics about which Cathy writes are interrelated as experienced in her own life and in the lives of those with whom she works in counseling, teaching, and case management, and in friendships. She believes that sharing our journey of Christian growth and spirituality helps us know God and ourselves better and connects us with others!
Cathy is a Christian Educator and Life Recovery Counselor, and an ordained deacon through Christian Leaders Institute. She serves as Community Outreach MInister at Lynn Haven United Methodist Church. She is a student (disciple) of the Holy Spirit and shares with her students (disciples) the things the Lord teaches her through Bible study and contemplation, incorporating experiences interpreted through the Word, cherished traditions of her faith, and reasoning that comes from seeking the mind of Christ in accountable community. She was widowed in August 2020 after 48 years of marriage to Bill Byrd, is mother of 2 and grandmother of 5. Her journey of faith has been lifelong and continues to be an adventure with the trailblazer and guide, Jesus Christ!
Cathy is the founder and program manager for a Christian women’s residential life recovery program, Titus 2 Partnership, Inc.(www.titus2.life) in Panama City, Florida.
Sweet Kitty Patti
We've had a sweet little female feral cat for 13-14 years, Patti. She was a runt that got abandoned on the roof of WMBB and when the operations crew went up to run her off, she jumped off into the shrubbery. She was pulled out of the shrubbery and dropped into a large box. What a little fighter! Bill called me to come get her and she went straight to the vet for shots and spaying. Even when released after recovery, she stayed around. Since that time I think she's been captured maybe three or four times for shots. We finally just left her alone to find her place on the fringe of the Byrd...
The Proof of Truth Is What Comes Through At the End
I am part of a 365 Bible Challenge study group. We were finishing up the Job section recently. Among the group's members there was a conversation by one who had felt persecuted by some individuals in her workplace. She was asked in the group why she felt that this was coming against her when she didn't appear to have done anything to warrant the actions directed at her. Her response was, I must have ticked someone off. One of the group said, "Do you know who?" Her reply was, "Yes, I think I do." Later she said she reflected further on that question, "Do you know who?" And she said as she...
Sifted
Now there was a day when the sons of God came to present themselves before the Lord, and satan also came among them. ......... Job 1:6 Job was sifted by satan in an attempt to make him curse God. Job cursed the day of his birth, and he argued with his wife and his friends, but he didn’t curse God even in his suffering and his inability to see the truth of why it was happening. Job remained faithful to God. He remained in honest, though pleading, conversation with God and God with Job. And even when he failed to get the answers he sought, Job did not give up. He praised God. And...
Zebras and Harness Racers
Zebras and Harness Racers….. In late summer of 2014 and for much of the next year I experienced a multitude of frustrations and confusion in attempting to connect with some individuals in ministry beyond my local community and church, I experienced a number of circumstances that left me feeling isolated and alone. I shared with several friends and pastors at the time that I felt like a zebra…….no longer really a lay person and not really yet clergy either……but rather some kind of “other” breed in pursuit of my role as a deacon in the United Methodist Church. At times I simply cried out to...
Positive Memories and Mental Health
When I was a young adult, my Mother noted that listening to me one would think I had a really sad childhood. Many of the memories I voiced were about hurts and sadness, not about joys and fun. One thing I have observed is that life recovery students often express the same preoccupation with the hurts, trauma, and losses of their lives. It seems that painful and traumatic memories have much more power of persistence in our minds than many of the positive ones. Or maybe it's simply that some people get stuck in a "glass half empty" view of life. What I observe, however, is that as we begin...
Pondering Fact Versus Truth
My friend and sister in Christ, Karen White, is a John Maxwell-trained life coach. Her blog on “fact versus Truth” this week has me thinking….. http://mymessywonderfullife.com/2016/06/03/fact-versus-truth/ The difference between “fact” and “truth” is a bit like the difference between “happiness” and “joy”……the former is subjective, dependent upon one’s personal perspective, the circumstances in which one finds herself, and is “subject to change on short notice”, as one might say. “Truth”, however, is...
The Rollerskate Theory of Counseling
When I was a pre-schooler and in primary grades during the late 50’s and early 60’s my best friend, Beth Palmer, and I would roller skate together. Her home was in a busy downtown area and had no sidewalk readily available. My family lived on a quiet street that, though it had no sidewalks, was safe for supervised bicycling and roller skating. Later my family lived on a main thoroughfare but with sidewalks that extended for several miles and we had a wide and long paved driveway. It was there that Beth and I perfected our roller-skating skills. Our skates were the adjustable metal...
Precious Memories
When my Father had a critical brain bleed in his early 70's requiring surgery, as he was recuperating one of the things my sister, Carol, and I did was sing to him. He told me his favorite song was "Precious Memories." I contacted my choir director and had him fax the music to me at the hospital in Atlanta. Carol, Mother, and I sang it to Daddy while he was still very ill after surgery. I asked him what his precious memories were. His barely audible response was, "my children". ...That and other times with Daddy are precious memories to us. Precious memories, unseen angels, Sent from...
Forgotten Good
Forgotten Good When I was a young adult, my Mother noted that listening to me one would think I had a really sad childhood. Many of the memories I voiced were about hurts and sadness, not about joys and fun. One thing I have observed is that life recovery students often express the same preoccupation with the hurts, trauma, and losses of their lives. It seems that painful and traumatic memories have much more power of persistence in our minds than many of the positive ones. Or maybe it's simply that some people get stuck in a "glass half empty" view of life. What I observe, however, is that...
Lift HIgh the Cross
Lift High the Cross of Sin and Shame We Bear I had a long ride today to deliver a Titus 2 student's children back to their grandparents. On the way over the kids and she and I talked about "nicknames" we'd had and how they came to be, as well as some of the names of God and how such names reveal things about who God is and who we are. We played an alphabet story game, books were read, stretch breaks taken, and naps enjoyed. Along the way back the student and I had some good discussions. One was about bearing one's cross. She shared with me how she and the other Titus 2 women pray for...