“It’s Me Again God”

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May it be a light to you in dark places, even when all other lights go out.


Yesterday, a friend of mine informed me about a family member who has a history of addiction and depression, who recently tried to commit suicide.  I felt so badly for this person whom I shall call Jane Doe.  I am aware of the fact that depression can be caused by biological chemical imbalances or other health issues.  However, it is my belief that this is also a spiritual matter, in which the devil and/or his minions inspire hopelessness and despair.  I have been praying for this person since yesterday quite steadily.

I happened to find a prayer called, “It’s Me Again God,” written by Helen Steiner Rice and set forth upon a card by the Rev. Patrick Peyton, C.S.C., who advocated steadily for family prayer.  I shall set forth this prayer again for all of us:

Remember me, God?
I come every day
Just to talk with you, Lord,
And to learn how to pray . . .
You reach out Your hand,
I need never explain
For YOU understand. . .
I come to You frightened
And burdened with care
So lonely and lost
And so filled with despair,
And suddenly, Lord,
I’m no longer afraid,
My burden is lighter
And the dark shadows fade . . .
Oh, God, what a comfort
To know that You care
And to know when I seek You

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  1. I will pray for Jane Doe. Please also try this prayer to St. Dymphna for those struggling with mental illness:

    Lord Jesus Christ, You have willed that St. Dymphna should be invoked by thousands of clients as the patroness of nervous and mental disease and have brought it about that her interest in these patients should be an inspiration to and an ideal of charity throughout the world. Grant that, through the prayers of this youthful martyr of purity, those who suffer from nervous and mental illness everywhere on earth may be helped and consoled. I recommend to You in particular (here mention the names of those you wish to pray for).

    Be pleased to hear the prayers of St. Dymphna and of Your Blessed Mother. Give those whom I recommend the patience to bear with their affliction and resignation to do Your divine will. Give them the consolation they need and especially the cure they so much desire, if it be Your will. Through Christ, Our Lord. Amen.

  2. I will include Jane Doe in my prayers today! I hope that our prayers will lighten her spirit so she can feel God’s love. Joandarc, your faith always humbles me, I am sure God is always by your side.

  3. Thank you, Joan, for this beautiful and very moving prayer. Reading it put a lump in my throat and welling tears in my eyes.

    I, too, will keep Jane Doe in my prayers….

  4. Thank you all for your very kind and loving thoughts, and for keeping Jane Doe in your prayers.

  5. I am one, I am there, I am her. You are right Joan, that even if the depression is medical, the devil giggles w/ glee and grabs on to it, magnifying hurts, past grievances, arguments, words left unsaid, it’s a looooong and painful journey and as soon as you think you’re topping the hill, you made it! Then you trip and roll down the other side into depression again. I’m bi-polar, a way-high/way-low situation. I know the harms that come from excessive mania, God knows how I escaped w/ my life, but now, I’m considered “hypomania”, “under mania” I don’t get those soaring highs, just a whole lotta struggle and only my husband and God to help me through. (Me and God gonna have a “discussion” about this when I get up there too!! LOL J/K) My children won’t even talk to me anymore because of it. I’ve lost them for however long, I figured maybe God needed me alive for Lowell and my kids, but if it’s for my kids, He’s gonna have to do something about that, I’m no influence – except a bad one apparently – on them anymore. (So they have made QUITE plain.) You have 20 people telling you 30 different things – what to do, how to do it, whether you should believe in God or believe in faeries, whatever. Got told today I should use faeries to believe in God!! Go figure out THAT one! *shaking head amazed*

    Thanks for that great prayer. I knew she was the patroness of the mentally ill, but I had never seen that prayer to her and it’s so gorgeous. You tell Jane Doe she’s FAAAAAAAAR from being alone, as I am in a valley myself right now and have been for a couple years. Mother can depress me inside of three tenths of a second and… well, never mind, we’ll be here all day long re-hashing ancient history, so… But tell her there’s one good thing that only one other disease can claim, (well maybe more) – the older you get, the milder it gets. Hang in there, spirit sister, I’ll be praying for you.

  6. Thank you so much for this post! I’d like to share a poem here that helped me so much when our oldest son committed suicide, his father and I were there and heard his scream and then the shot. There was something about this poem that so touched my heart:

    Faith – by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

    I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
    Come drifting home with broken masts and sails;
    I shall believe the Hand which never fails,
    From seeming evil worketh good for me;
    And though I weep because those sails are battered,
    Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered,
    I trust in Thee.

    I will not doubt, though all my prayers return
    Unanswered from the still, white Realm above;
    I shall believe it is an all-wise Love
    Which has refused those things for which I yearn;
    And though at times I cannot keep from grieving,
    Yet the pure ardour of my fixed believing
    Undimmed shall burn.

    I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain,
    And troubles swarm like bees about a hive;
    I shall believe the heights for which I strive
    Are only reached by anguish and by pain;
    And though I groan and tremble with my crosses,
    I yet shall see, through my severest losses,
    The greater gain.

    I will not doubt; well-anchored in the faith,
    Like some staunch ship, my soul braves every gale;
    So strong its courage that it will not fail
    To breast the mighty unknown sea of Death.
    Oh, may I cry when body parts with spirit,
    I do not doubt, so listening worlds may hear it,
    With my last breath.


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