In September of 2002 my 14 yo son came down with a cold-type virus and a bad case of poison ivy. He was extremely allergic to poison ivy and usually ended up on steroids. He just didn't get any better and by December was losing weight daily - you could see a difference day to day. Our family doctor ran every test he could think of with no diagnosis. At our insistence, he referred son to the Infectious Diseases at UofM Hospital. At the appointment, the room filled with doctors and we were told our son was deathly ill, with some sort of kidney problem. He was admitted on his 15th birthday, had a biopsy the next day showing both kidneys were not functioning. Every day, death was spoken over him. "Dialysis" "Transplants" "Will die young". It scared us so, and made me mad. When you are in a crisis like that, you feel like you are drowning; you just need one deep breath of life-giving air. The Holy Spirit began to whisper, "He will not die but live. Speak it!" So I did. I went so far as to tell the medical personnel not to speak of transplants, dialysis or any other negative report in front of my son. If they needed to say something negative, take me into the hallway. Of course, the resident came in 10 minutes later and began the transplant talk. My son began to cry. I turned to him and said "Whose report are you going to believe?" He stared at me. I had to say it three times before the light came into his eyes. He said "I am going to believe the report of the Lord!" "What does that report say?" "It says I am healed, I am whole, I am saved!" And that was the turning point. He walked out of the hospital two days later, healed. Every time we would go for a checkup, the head doctor, who always had a group of medical students with him, would introduce my son to them as "our miracle boy". And we would get to tell these young, impressionable students of God's great mercy and the Blood of Jesus. What an awesome God we serve!