What a month this has been

I'm glad I had so much Christmas cheer in November because wow, what a strange sad month this has been.

After the killings in Connecticut, I have been searching everywhere for answers as to why this happened.

I read comments from people about God and why did God let this happen and where was God.

This offends me and I asked why certainly, but I have never wavered from the belief that God is good.


Isaiah 55:8-9

New International Version (NIV)

8 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the Lord.
9 “As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.

I forget so often what I learned in redemption group that God writes our life stories, we do not write our own.

It's His story, not ours. We were created for Him.

I have listened to quite a few sermons over the past few days and they all help reassure that God has a plan.

Isaiah 45:9

What sorrow awaits those who argue with their Creator. Does a clay pot argue with its maker? Does the clay dispute with the one who shapes it, saying, 'Stop, you're doing it wrong!' Does the pot exclaim, 'How clumsy can you be?'

He knows what He is doing.

I listened to a sermon earlier about the real Christmas story. How Jesus was born into a dark world. He didn't arrive in a fancy kingdom of gold. He was born in a barn, with cows, sheep and mules. His bed was hay.

Herod was jealous because he heard the new king was born and had all the infant boys slaughtered.

Jesus is our light in this dark world.

Christmas is about him. It's not about money or having gifts to open, he was the best gift ever to be given.

Forgiven, the bridge that connects us to God. No more sacrifices, no more offerings....Just pure forgiveness that so many find so hard to believe.

Through Christ. He is the doorway.

I love God more now than ever and trust that He has a plan and has already walked this road before us. He knows where we are headed and has made our paths straight.

Merry Christmas.

Love,

Dianna