When Judson first died, I would regularly wake up in the morning with a song in my heart, replaying over and over in my mind.  These songs often spoke directly to my feelings at the time.  It has been quite some time since I have awoken with a song on my lips.

The other day I was listening to the local Christian radio station in my car and the music over the airways brought me to tears at it seemed to beautifully communicate my pain.  It was a somewhat familiar song, one I had heard before (though I did not know the artist), but it had never touched me in the same way.  Later that day I was having difficulty remembering any of the lyrics so I went on the website for that station hoping to find information that would help me track down the song, but to no avail.

I woke this morning singing that song:

It is called Broken by Lifehouse and as I am once again feeling like “I’m falling apart…I’m barely breathing,” it was meaningful to wake this morning with this beautiful song in my mind reminding me that it is “in [his] name…I find meaning.”