A Blanket's Comfort

 

When I realized that it was time for me to cull my CD collection, I also realized that there were songs that I didn’t want to let go of. 

 

As a result, I made an Amazon Music playlist called, “Old Favorites.“

 

So many of the songs on the playlist have memories attached to them. I hear them, and I’m taken back to specific times and places, most of which were during my college years and my early 20s.

 

Over time, as my understanding of God has expanded, I have found that a lot of the songs no longer reflect my theology. 

 

And yet. For the past week, I have listened to nothing other than my Old Favorites. 

 

There is something to the space that they hold. Comfort. Memory. A simpler faith, maybe? A belief in God that is steady and true, even when I don’t understand where God is or what God is doing other than living in and through us. 

 

As Sandi Patti says, “There is s Saviour. What joys express. His eyes are mercy. His word is rest. For each tomorrow. For yesterday. There is a Saviour. Who lights our way.”

 

Whatever happens tonight. Whatever happens tomorrow. Whatever happens in the days to come. I’m holding to that Saviour, not because God is going to swoop down and make everything right, but because “God is God, and I am not” (thank you Steven Curtis Chapman) and I have faith in something so much bigger than myself.