She sat down on the couch in the dimly lit room after opening the door and allowing me to come in. I was told to avoid their house, but just couldn't. The rumors around town were plenty but I just could not stay away. Something was drawing me.

I sat on the floor in front of the couch where she and her husband were sitting. The room was very dark and sad. The moment that I walked into that living room, heaviness settled on me. This couple needed something, anything.

I told them a little about myself and then began to ask about them. It did not take long until tears began to flow down their faces. As if it were yesterday, they began to re-live a most tragic event in their lives.

Their son was a young man full of life. Always a smile on his face and quite ambitious. He was always surrounded by friends. There was never a dull moment when he was around. As a matter of fact, on that tragic day, he was the life of the party.

He and his friends had gathered at the river on that hot summer day to cool off. The day was exciting. Laughs and endless chatter filled the air. Occasionally the heat would be too much and they would dive into the water to cool off. As he dove in one more time, he never resurfaced. His body was never found.

You can imagine how I felt, as they lived again the story as if it were yesterday. The sadness and depression that gripped them both was beyond belief. They had lived years in this bondage of depression.

As I sat there, trying to make sense of what I had just heard. I searched for words.

In that moment, what I had hoped for, was the right words that would begin to heal the broken heart. I was wishing for the right prayer that would set them at liberty from the bruises. Now I understand why those words never came.

Jesus never said that binding up the broken in heart was my job. NO! I can't bind up any ones heart. Jesus never asked me to set at liberty them that are bruised. NO! I can't do that either. My job is to present JESUS and allow JESUS to do what He does.

My mission in life cannot be focused on the success of the ministry to which I am called. I cannot be driven to achieve some goal that others can observe and consider me qualified as a minister. I cannot do anything on my own. My abilities are frail and limited. My hopes and dreams have been shattered at times as well. However, I must have the utmost confidence in the God that I am serving.

I cannot heal a broken heart; but the God that I can introduce to you CAN!
I cannot deliver from depression or anxiety; but the God that I know, he CAN!

At some point I have got to realize that God does not need me to make excuses for Him. He is a deliverer. He is a healer. He does bind up broken hearts. I cannot force His hand. I cannot move him with the pitch of my voice or any demand that I make. He is God and He is God alone. He delivers people so His name will be exalted, not my ministry. He fills people with the Holy Ghost to give them incredible power to overcome, not for a number on my web-site to promote me.

In that dark room several years ago, talking with a broken and wounded family, and now even more, I realize something. I have got to move out of the way and let GOD be GOD!!

I watched that couple walk into service on Sunday. I watched them lift their hands. I watched God fill them with the Holy Ghost. I watched God get the glory.