On November 17th, 2011, my world came to a halt when I was diagnosed with two types of cancer: Colon Cancer and Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. I’ll never forget that moment. As I returned from a CT scan, I saw the truth written in my wife’s tear-filled eyes before the doctor could even speak. The air felt heavy—thick with fear, uncertainty, and sorrow. But before a single word of the diagnosis left the doctor’s lips, I felt the unmistakable sweet presence of God. His voice whispered in my spirit, “I’ve got this.”
In an instant, what the enemy meant for fear, God transformed into perfect peace.
Of course, hearing the word “cancer” shook me—it shakes anyone. But I had been raised in a faith-filled, Spirit-led home where miracles were not just stories but testimonies. My grandfather, a minister in the Church of God of Prophecy, had instilled in me a lifelong belief in the power of the blood of Jesus. That same faith would now become my anchor as we prepared to wage the battle for my life—praying and believing for the words “cancer-free.”
Soon after, I met the surgeon who would play a pivotal role in my healing journey—a man I truly believe was handpicked by God Himself. As Dr. Bradley Auffarth finished explaining the complexity of the upcoming procedure, he took two steps toward the door, paused, turned around, and asked, “Can I pray for you?”
Tears filled my eyes. “Absolutely,” I said.
And once again, I heard the voice of my Savior: “I’ve got this.”
Dr. Auffarth had no idea what that simple act did for me. His heartfelt prayer strengthened my faith and reminded me that God was orchestrating every detail.
A few days later, I underwent major surgery—two and a half feet of my colon, my appendix, and a spleen five times its normal size were removed. The spleen was where the Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma had been fiercely attacking my body. Mine was a rare and complicated case; my doctors met with a specialized tumor board to decide how to proceed. But even amid medical uncertainty, I saw divine order.
Every doctor’s appointment seemed to happen on a day with a seven. Nearly every exam room I entered bore the number seven. To some, that might seem like coincidence—but to me, it was a divine signature. In the Bible, seven represents completion and perfection. I knew God was reminding me: “I am completing a good work in you.”
Recovery was grueling. The chemotherapy stripped my hair, sapped my strength, and tested my endurance like never before. Yet through it all, God was faithful. On days when I had the energy, I’d drive into the North Georgia mountains, bouncing along dirt roads and breathing the crisp mountain air. There, alone with God, I would pray, cry, and listen.
It was during one of those mountain drives that God spoke clearly to me about starting a healing ministry—a place where others could learn to trust His Word completely, to believe that it is His will to heal, and to experience His power firsthand. A ministry that would stand in the gap for others, weeping between the porch and the altar, believing for their breakthrough.
Our heart is to offer hope—not just through prayer and encouragement, but through tangible acts of love. Many patients don’t have the kind of support I was blessed with: a strong church, a faith-filled family, and a heritage rooted in God. We want to be that support for others—to meet practical needs, uplift weary hearts, and walk with families through their darkest valleys.
My journey didn’t begin in 2011. In fact, back in 1988, God gave me dreams—prophetic glimpses of the ministry He would one day call me into. Looking back, I can see how He had been preparing me all along. He had already spoken life, strength, and anointing over me, equipping me to overcome anything that would come my way, as long as I completely trusted Him.
And friend, He’s spoken over you too. He has prophesied amazing things for your life—promises that will come to pass when you learn to trust Him fully.
Let me encourage you, your family, or your church today:
God still heals. God still completes. And God still says, “I’ve got this.”