The day was February 2, 1988, Groundhog Day, and I no idea if the groundhog had seen his shadow or not. I had been working nights and had gotten home at eight thirty in the morning.  I had gone to bed and fell into what began as a good and deep sleep. At about 9:30 a.m. I was awakened by an excruciating pain across my lower back.  It extended from one side to the other.  This pain was so intense that I couldn't sleep, lay still or even straighten out.  I couldn't even reach the telephone to call my doctor and since there was no one else at home, I suffered with an agony which I had never before experienced. Later, after about two or three hours of agony, the pain eased.  When I called the doctor, he told me to come to his office that day. As I was traveling to my appointment, I was involved in the accident recorded in Chapter One in the section titled 'Two Wheel Scrape.' While in his office, he ran the hematology and Chemistry Tests and concluded that my kidneys had failed.  He explained to me in detail how kidney stones had formed and destroyed kidney tissue around each of the stones.  He even took about fifteen minutes to make me a drawing of a kidney and showing me visually what was happening to me and why he felt that my kidneys had failed. He showed me the test results and pointed out the following: Test: Result: Level: Normal Level: White Blood Count High 16.3 4.8-10.8 K/CMM Urea Nitrogen (Bun) High 30.0 6-23 MG/DL Creatinine High 2.50 0.4-1.5 MG/DL Uric Acid High 10.6 3.0-8.0 MG/DL (M) He was quite positive in his diagnosis and requested an MRI.  This is a fancy X-ray that is by far more revealing and will show how extensive the damage is to each kidney. He arranged an appointment for me to get the MRI test in a day or two. In the meantime I had contacted the prayer warriors in the church and gotten into prayer myself about my kidneys.  I knew that my physician was an excellent doctor, but I also knew the Great Physician and His medicine is total and complete, and His surgery leaves absolutely no scars. After having the MRI done, my doctor called to inform me that my kidneys were perfect.  I had no doubt that God could and did heal me because Christ took thirty-nine stripes which paid in full for my healing (1 Peter 2:24). When Word says that by Christ's stripes we were healed.  I take this to mean that we have access to our healing even before the illness strikes.  "Ye WERE healed.  Not ye are healed or ye will be healed, but 'were'. Our claim to a healing was set forth at the very time when Christ was having His back torn open by the whip.  He needed His healing then and had none so that when we ask for it, we would have our healings. God is definitely an incredible God. He is truly an Awesome God.  It was His hand that replaced my worn and damaged kidneys with brand new ones.  I believe that if He could create a kidney when he made Adam, He can create a kidney any time. God cares about each and every hurt we might have, whether it is physical, emotional, mental, psychological or spiritual.  He cares about every heartache, physical pain or bad memory that we might experience.  He wants to help us in all ways.  Sometimes He heals just as He did here, but He also can use the hand of a physician or surgeon. May all the Glory be to God.