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.


Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Baptism...

My 4 year old granddaughter sat on my lap at church Sunday and watched a young man get baptized. Usually she is in the nursery, but this Sunday she was singing with the Children's Choir and happened to be in the sanctuary. Anyway, she kept whispering questions in my ear, wanting to know exactly what was happening and why. I kept whispering back that this man was being baptized like Jesus got baptized in her Bible. "But Nana, Jesus didn't get baptized in a bathtub!" and on and on the discussion went.

We talked about baptism most of the day and she told everyone she saw Sunday that "Curtis" was baptized in the bathtub at church and "got" the Holy Spirit, but Jesus didn't have a bathtub, and He got baptized in a river by His "friend", John. AND, that she wasn't gonna get baptized any time soon because she had already been "dedicated" and she didn't wanna get baptized because she didn't like to get water in her eyes, BUT her Nana and Peppaw and Daddy already were baptized. Whew!

Not only did she want to share everything she knew about the whole subject of baptism with anyone that would listen, on Monday night she even "baptized" her Ariel the Mermaid doll in the bathtub - not once, but three times... lol.

I wonder why it's so hard for us to witness and little kids don't have any problem at all with it?

Matthew 19:14 Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”

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