by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Apr 5, 2014 | childhood memories, Easter
Among the things found in my Father’s belongings after his death was a slender bound aqua colored hymnal : Praise and Victory Songs, Compiled by Homer A. Rodeheaver and Harry D. Clarke, 1936 est. Daddy had put his name and address label in it and had several...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Mar 30, 2014 | John 21; surrender; discipleship
Text for contemplation: John 21Jesus appears again to the disciples21 Later, Jesus himself appeared again to his disciples at the Sea of Tiberias. This is how it happened: 2 Simon Peter, Thomas (called Didymus[a] ), Nathanael from Cana in Galilee, Zebedee’s...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Mar 30, 2014 | Isaiah 1:18; Luke 10:27
In recent weeks I have read numerous opinions by various theologians whom I respect regarding contemporary issues that challenge us as Christians and as the church. Each strives to bring sound reasoning and passion to bear on subjects like same-sex marriage,...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Mar 27, 2014 | Psalm 22; faithfulness
From time to time I hear someone reference God turning his back on Jesus on the cross…….. I don’t find God to be one that EVER does that, especially to his Beloved Son. We have understood God’s presence “behind the veil” in the Temple , but still...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Jan 12, 2014 | C.T. Studd, Calling, Great Commission, missions
Excerpt from Wikipedi on Charles Thomas Studd: “Charles Thomas Studd, often known as C. T. Studd (2 December 1860[1]–16 July 1931, Ibambi, Belgian Congo), was a British missionary.As a British Protestant Christian missionary to China he was part of the Cambridge...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Dec 31, 2013 | Uncategorized
When I was about ten years (1964) old I got my first watch for Christmas from my parents. It was a nice little gold toned Timex with a black band. I wore it for years, changing bands several times. In 1976, when I graduated from college, my...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Nov 4, 2013 | addiction, recovery, relapse
There was an old Commodores song, “She’s One, Two, Three Times a Lady……” I don’t even remember all of the words, but in an odd way, that phrase seems to apply to the ministry I find myself doing with women in...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Oct 19, 2013 | Uncategorized
The day that my Father was moved from the neurology wing of the hospital to the hospice unit, he was being taken for a scan first. When they rolled him out of the room, I threw myself across his bed and wailed out loud. I had been so busy being strong and...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Oct 19, 2013 | retreat, writing
I am on a personal retreat at Blue Lake Camp in the Hospitality House, a small personal space for pastors and others to use for quiet time alone. I needed some extended uninterrupted time to work on a Bible study for deacon ordination requirements....
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Oct 19, 2013 | listening, retreat, self care
Listen. To the throbbing soles To the peeling cuticles To the coarse heels To the jagged nails.Listen. To the flaking shins To the aching knees ...
