Monday I was driving to work listening to my Amy Grant Christmas album.
I know it sounds insanely cool but let me briefly explain. Growing up my Dad always played Christmas music throughout our surround sound system in our house during the Christmas season. The most notable album was Amy Grant’s Christmas CD. For Christmas last year my parents got Morgan and I a copy of the CD (yes, I received a CD for Christmas last year it was like 1999 all over again).
I thought it would be a great idea to put the CD in my car so I could play it while I’m driving to work and wherever else this month.
As I turned it on Monday I had an epiphany. I don’t really like this album. No knock on Amy Grant, but it isn’t my favorite album. I like “Tennessee Chirstmas” and 2 or 3 other songs but overall I didn’t like it.
Part of this is because it was 60 degrees and it was only a few days after Thanksgiving so I wasn’t really in the Christmas spirit. But as I thought about it more I came to another conclusion.
The reason I enjoy this album is because it reminds me of Christmas. It is the song we listened to growing up as we ate breakfast before opening presents. It’s the song we hear in the background of all our home videos shot during Christmas. A Christmas without Amy Grant singing is hard to imagine for me.
However, when I was driving to work it wasn’t the same. Listening to “Hark! The Hearld Angels Sing” while merging on I-40 on a Monday morning commute didn’t have the same impact as listening to it on Christmas day.
Sometimes this is how I get with my relationship with God. I listen to certain songs or read something again which has really impacted me in the past, but I can’t replicate it. I want so badly for the feeling to stay with me but the harder I try to hold onto it the quicker it slips through my fingers.
I listened to Mark Batterson’s sermon from Sunday and he said something which I loved. He talked about the verse in Lamentations 3 where it says God’s mercies are new every morning. He said what this means is his mercies are not only new each day but different.
I love the way Lamentations 3:22-23 is translated in The Message: “God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, his merciful love couldn’t have dried up. They’re created new every morning.”
I often times find myself wanting to replicate certain events like listening to an Amy Grant Christmas album. I often try to replicate instances I have had where I listen to a song or read a verse that said something to me so profound once and I get frustrated I can’t emulate it again.
I’m learning it’s OK to savor past experiences in my walk with God and in my life. Although I can’t recreate the events, I can experience joy in knowing his mercies are new each day. New experiences are the same way. It’s fun to remember positive events from the past but knowing there are great things ahead is something I am starting to focus on more and more.