Last night I sat in a room full of friends and listened collectively to a song. A song that put words and melody to something my heart has been singing for a while. You see, I am not a musician. And I wouldn't even call myself a poet. But my heart can still sing even when my mouth can't. In my deepest daydreams, my voice sounds just like her. Deep. Melodious. Sensuous. Mysterious. In reality it sounds like me. Broken. Pitchy. Nasal-ly. And as I sat there listening to that song, I knew my voice was loved in that room. For the brokenness. For the realness of it. I was loved for me. Go and buy this song. {Over the Rhine, All of my Favorite People}

Here are a few of my favorite lines:

All my favorite people are broken Believe me, my heart should know Some prayers are better left unspoken I just want to hold you and let the rest go

All my friends are part saint and part sinner We lean on each other, try to rise above We are not afraid to admit we are all still beginners We are all late bloomers when it comes to love

All my favorite people are broken Believe me, my heart should know Awful believers, skeptical dreamers, step forward You can stay right here, you don’t have to go

Here are two of my favorites that have taught me the brokenness of my own soul.