In God's Shadow: My Story of Being Healed From Cancer and Pain

By William E. Mellick, Jr.

This day I am free of all pain and all cancer because I stayed "In God's Shadow". My story began when God sent me a kidney stone that would take me on an incredible journey with Him. This journey was filled with the most pain that body ever felt, three surgical procedures, and six hospital visits to deal with the cancer that was discovered. I almost lost my life, yet it was a time filled with mercy, life and love from our Lord Jesus, and wonderful experiences, including a visit from two angels in my hospital room.
Please pass this book on to anyone who needs a touch from Jesus.
~ Billy Mellick

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Oct 1, 2012
• ISBN: 9781934782231

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The Question

June 6

Every opportunity I get to go to North Carolina to gather with God’s people and worship Jesus and his Father is an honor. I love the testimonies, songs, and especially the teaching from Pastor John. Every time I return home, I have taken to heart those things from God that He gives freely to His people, which I have seen and heard, and apply them to my life. My family and I have benefited from them all.

On June 6th, 2009 Brother Rob Nelson was playing a song from a CD by Pastor John. The feelings from that song flowed through Pastor John’s basement, and just about everyone in the room was wiping their eyes from those tender, comforting feelings of the holy Ghost.

I saw Sister Sheila Durham sitting in a chair as she was just being overtaken by the love of God in that song, as well as most of the rest of the saints of God there, along with me. I went over to just pray for her and felt as though Sheila and I were one in Spirit. The more the song was played, the more of the love of Jesus I felt for Sister Sheila. She was feeling the love of God, too. Sheila kept saying, I think they’re trying to kill me by playing that song.

As we were feeling those precious moments Jesus was giving, I heard a question by the Spirit in my heart: What is important? Immediately, I knew what the answer was. The most important thing on this planet is what God gives, what was happening to us at that moment. Those feelings at Pastor John’s house that night were the most important things on earth for any of us who were there. They are not given to everyone, and it is a very special gift from God to receive them.

Afterwards, nine-year-old Joseph Satterwhite came over to me and gave me one of the best hugs I have ever had. You could feel the love of God from him. Later, Kaylie Crum came over and did the very same thing. I have had hugs from both of them before, but these hugs went into my heart. I felt the love of God flowing through them, to me, and back to them.

I pondered on what had just happened, and understood that children have to feel safe for them to come to an adult and express that kind of love to them; they have to feel trust and sincerity for them to give themselves (share their feelings) to another person. I pray I will always be the kind of person that children don’t fear to approach.

Joseph Satterwhite

I work very hard, take care of my family, and love those things God has placed in my life, but the most important thing in the world is to be able to receive those blessings from above that God gives to purify a heart. You can be anywhere in the world, and still the question is, What is important? It wouldn’t be very long before I would learn to lean on the One who spoke that question in my heart many, many times: my Master, Jesus.

The Hewitts

September 4-6

My wife, Judy, and I went to North Carolina during the July 4th weekend of 2009. We had a wonderful time in the Lord and looked forward to returning when we could be with God’s people again. The next time Judy and I returned to North Carolina was the Labor Day weekend, with my son, Jeremy and my daughter-in-law (whom I love), Brittany. The Hewitt family from Georgia was going to be there, along with a large contingent of God’s people from Louisville, KY. The Hewitts found Pastor John from one of his websites, and my anticipation of meeting more of my family in Jesus was great. It is what I live for.

Saturday, September 5th, was just a repeat of the Spirit falling on God’s people from the morning and night before. The Hewitts had never felt such freedom to praise the Lord and feel the presence of God moving from person to person. They were at liberty to be free in the Spirit without any hindrance. Hearts were made new and restored, a brother and sister were reunited, and Jesus was getting honor and praise, while all along broken reeds were straightened by the mercy of God.

As the Spirit was moving on the Hewitt family, people were rising from their chairs and gathering around them (one reason we call it a gathering). The power of God was falling on each of them while the saints were praying, and the ones who could not get as close as others were praying for them where we could.

My son, Jeremy, came over to me, and I put my arms around him and was praying for him. I told him, When, you come here (Pastor John’s house), you will never be the same. You will leave either better than you came or worse, but you will not stay the same. Then Jeremy fell to his hands and knees on the floor and started speaking in tongues and praising God. It is a precious thing to see the Spirit of God moving on your children.

People were still praying for the Hewitts, while Pastor John was singing and playing a song he had written, Let Me Follow Him. It’s hard to put into words the depth of love that can go into a human heart from God, but it was going ever deeper into my soul from the song Pastor John was playing.

Brother Rob Nelson, who was standing behind me, put his hands on my shoulder and started praying for me. What love I felt! In the Spirit, Brother Rob kept saying to me softly, Rest . . . rest . . . rest. For months, I had been very tired, but soon I would find out there was more than fatigue behind the way I had been feeling.

As Pastor John was singing the same song, he got to the chorus, Let me follow Him. I started praying, Lord, let me follow you; please lead me. Brother Rob was still praying for me, and I remember saying to Jesus, I’m so tired and worn out; Jesus, I’m at the point of exhaustion. Will you please help me? At that point, I went from asking with my mouth, and started praying with my heart with moanings and tears. It was beyond human speech and passed speaking in tongues in the Spirit. It was a place of total rest. I had rest from my mind, and my body.

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