Welcome to Dymphna's Diary

Although I am not Catholic, I find it interesting that "Dymphna" is the patron saint of those who suffer from clinical depression and other mental illnesses. Considering the purpose of this site is to offer inspiration and spiritual guidance to my readers, I felt it was only right I chose her namesake for the title.

In 2010, this site was set up to pass along personal information about how depression has affected my life and the lives of my family. Since then, it has EVOLVED. In 2011, I attempted to present posts that were INSPIRATIONAL to you, my readers. In 2012, I went even deeper with personal stories from people across the United States via touching videos, songs, and interviews. My hope was to show each of you that even when you feel that you are in a situation that no one else could understand, you are not alone. Through it all, my comments have remained to be my personal opinions and spiritual reflections. I will continue to occasionally post information that I feel is beneficial in removing the stigma of mental illness, but regardless I feel blessed to have been given this platform to spread God's love and compassion for ALL people. I wouldn't be where I am today without the strength I receive daily from our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. My hope is that this blog will help you find some comfort in your life. It most certainly is helping me find comfort in mine.

I want to make it perfectly clear, though, that when I make generalizations regarding mental illness, I am NOT giving advice to anyone. I'm just passing along information that I have found helpful in my life. I'm writing about MY PERSONAL experiences and thoughts. Mental illness affects everyone differently and your situation may not be reflective of mine.


Sunday, December 19, 2010

Looking Back

I borrowed this from
Daily Dose of God's Word
At
Barbara's Entourage

Looking Back on Time

Do you know what you were doing a year ago? Ten years, twenty years? This time last year, my husband and I were keeping grandkids. It was cold and it was hard to keep them inside. They are outside kids, and love the trampoline. Socks were ruined, and it kept us busy keeping them dry, clean, and warm - the little boys, that is. This year, they are home. Mom's been home throughout the holidays, so we haven't kept them very much.

I can't remember what I was doing ten years ago, but I am sure it was babysitting my two oldest grandchildren, since their Mom was working then, too. But, I can tell you what I was doing thirty one years ago - waiting on the birth of my daughter, who was born the next day. I thought she was going to be a Christmas baby, and the Doctor assured my husband she'd be after New Year's making her appearance. Listen to the Mother - she knows best!

During this season, over 2,000 years ago, Mary had waited on the birth of her firstborn. We don't know if it was during December, or whether it was warm or cold. But, she didn't have the convenience of a hospital - not even the convenience of her own home and bed, in which to give birth. She was sent from the Inn because they didn't have room. Makes me wonder, if they had known who she was, if they'd have made room. But, she was sent to what we now call a barn, and her child was placed on hay. It's hard to imagine our Savior having to come to earth under those circumstances. But, it shows us that GOD is no respector of person - not even with His Son. He had to undergo the same things that each of us undergo - lived a human life on earth, withstanding the pressures of life, the temptations that we sometimes can't withstand - to become the Savior of the earth.

(I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did.)

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