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THINK THEO started as a name of a podcast. I wanted to share the stories of grieving people like me. It quickly grew into a place of understanding — A place to read, listen, and understand that you are not alone. We are all grieving in different ways, but it is important to remember that My Grief is Not Like Yours.
“You crushed it!” 💥
That is the feedback I heard over and over. To me, it’s all a blur. BUT, I did get the critique I needed, and I’ll be even better next time! 😂
Thank you to everyone that said a little prayer for me, and thank God for giving me the voice to share my story to help others. #theoboyd #brandbuildersgroup Woolworth Theatre #presence #grief
I wasn’t going to post this, but I decided that more prayers is better. I have the honor of speaking in this theater on Wednesday! 🙌
You may be thinking, “Oh, Theo can speak anywhere. She doesn’t get nervous.” BUT, I will be speaking in a theater FULL of my peers. 😬 So, I am definitely feeling the nerves more than EVER before.
This is an honor and a blessing to be able to give my speech and receive much-needed feedback.
Daddy always said the devil had a big target on him because he was speaking the truth in God’s word for others to hear. I feel that target is now on me.
In the past few days and weeks I have experienced delays, distractions, accidents, imposter syndrome, and some major stresses that are too much to list here. Life has been really hard, as it is for so many. I’ve also been missing my Daddy and Momma so very, very much, more than usual. I believe that is to help remind me of who I am serving - the griever.
But, I AM HERE!
“Get behind me, Satan!”
Matthew 16:23
I WILL speak my story, my truth, and share God’s love with all that want to hear it. THAT is a blessing and the reason I’m on this earth. Jesus loves me, and He loves you too. ❤️
The rain comes and grief sets in. During this time, we see the true colors of people.
Grief brings everything to the surface. Grief is a filter.
It is a time we see the beauty of others and a time we see the ugliness of some.
For me, I couldn’t have made it without my true friends. Their love and care was unconditional. They were there holding the umbrella each time the rain came. For that, I will forever be thankful.
Lean on your true friends. They are there to hold you up, and yep - to hold that umbrella. #grief #presence #love #rain #friends
National Laundry Day is next Wednesday, and I think I’m ready! Maybe I could do some interior design work on the side ( if this whole book thing doesn’t work out). 😂
Momma was an expert listener, yet she couldn’t physically hear a sound.
Oh my - how powerful her presence and how beautiful is the example she left. 💔🙏❤️
Was I among the people that followed you, or did I ignore your teachings?
Did I watch you heal the blind man, or did I discredit your miracles?
Did I see you walking and follow the masses, or did I go the opposite way?
Did I reach out to touch you, or did I stay away?
Did I plead for your release, or did I deny you?
Did I watch as they beat you and placed a crown of thorns on your brow, or did I close my eyes?
Was I at the cross, watching you slowly die, or did I stay home?
Did I come to the tomb with spices for your body, or did I forget you had died?
Did I mourn and forget you would return, or did I continue my sin-filled life?
Did I watch you ascend into the Heavens, and did I finally believe?
Who was I?
Who would I have been?
- Who would you have been?
We all like to think we would have been the most faithful follower, standing up for Jesus, no matter what would come our way?
One way to know who you would have been is to ask yourself:
Who am I now?
Remembering Easter Sundays, I see Daddy behind the pulpit preaching His “favorite sermon” of our LIVING Savior.
Momma cooked Easter lunch with such love:
ham, baked beans, scalloped potatoes, asparagus,  sweet potatoes, lime Jell-O salad, homemade hot rolls, peanut patties, and the traditional rabbit cake (which I will be making this weekend).
Oh! Don’t forget the Easter cookies, with different icing flavors you could choose.
In all of these memories, the one thing that stands out to me most is that my parents were standing. 
They always were.
Daddy was standing behind the pulpit.
Momma was standing in the kitchen. 
“Stand Up, Stand Up for Jesus,” was one of Daddy’s favorite hymns. 🎵
If you are able to stand this Easter, do it.
Don’t let your life pass you by without memories of you standing, doing, helping, and being a testimony of God’s love to those around you.❤️
Remembering Easter Sundays…

Most will say, “At least you have those beautiful memories,” and I am so thankful that mine are good ones.
BUT, the pain that comes with remembering how it was, and will never be again, is sometimes unbearable. Not to mention, how it all ended. It can take my breath away, if I let it.
I make a conscious choice each day to remember the smiles, the laughter, the embrace, the warmth. I don’t have to remember the love because it never left. It remains.
Most will say, “At least you have those beautiful memories.”
#hope #grief #theoboyd #thinktheo #learningtolive
I am still searching for this piano. It belonged to the Bethel Bible Church. I was told the pastor gave it away. He doesn’t remember who he gave it to.
If you know of anyone or have seen a piano that looks like this one, please let me know. I am offering a reward for the piano. It has the name “Beth” lightly scratched above middle C.
I am still looking for better pictures.
Thank you Quintilian Literary Club for the time to speak and LISTEN to you! #hope #theoboyd #thinktheo #witness #presence
You can’t prepare for a broken heart. In a world where we plan and predict every part of our lives, we cannot prevent heartbreak. It’s impossible.
It’s been almost seven years since I felt my heart break completely in half. I was 47 years old. Up until that day in 2019, I had experienced several small breaks, although at the time, they didn’t feel so small.
My world quickly fell apart in the years after, separating the pieces of my heart so far apart that I was certain they could never be put back together.
It hasn’t been a miraculous healing journey. No, it’s hard every single day. Not an hour passes that I’m not thinking of how it could have been. But, I move forward.
On this earth, my heart will never be whole again, but it is mending. The pieces have been brought back together, but the cracks are still there. I feel them with each remembrance.
I know that God has a plan for good in all things. (Romans 8:28) One day, I will ask why He couldn’t prevent my heartbreak, but by then, I’ll already know.
How do I move forward each day with a broken heart? I pray for strength, I lean on friends, and I focus on the HOPE that God has given us in His son, Jesus. I know that Jesus loves me and that one day my heart with be completely whole again, no breaks, no pain.
You can’t prepare for a broken heart, but you can BE prepared for eternity by knowing the one who can make it whole again. #hope #heartbreak #theoboyd #mygriefisnotlikeyours #thinktheo
Theo’s love for life encompasses the podcasts and shines through in her writing. I enjoyed both my interview on Theo’s podcast as well as listening to several of her episodes. We all need hope and to smile more. and Theo’s easy and charismatic way of introducing the guest, chatting and bantering with me and her other guests was so refreshing. If you are looking for a meaningful podcast or book to read – THINK THEO!
Theo first had a podcast with me as her guest and then did one with both Dale and me. I admit I was nervous, but Theo made me feel like I was having a
conversation with a good friend. I had a blast! Dale and I both enjoyed the podcast we did together. Theo is such a kind and beautiful woman inside and out!
I will be a fan…. and friend forever!
“Theo Boyd brings a new, unique voice and approach to navigating grief and recovery that every generation can benefit from immediately.”
Theo’s life experiences have shaped her to give others hope during the process of grieving. My time with her on her podcast ThinkTheo helped me to learn how our lives are similar, but yet different in such a way that there is a bond like no other. I am grateful for her gift in helping others understanding that everyone’s grief is not the same, but yet our grief connects us all.