On March 2, 1972, I was elated by the birth of my first child, a daughter.  Since she was the 'Dawning' or beginning of my family we named her Dawn Marie.  She was beautiful.  She had a dark complexion, dark eyes and black hair just like her great-grandfather.  Dawn was born healthy though she had problems with bronchial congestion. The doctors gave her many medications to relieve her of her congestion but nothing seemed to help her to breathe any better. When she was six years old, I had to enter the hospital for tests. While I was in the hospital, I awakened one Sunday morning to a beautiful April sunrise.  The huge sun quietly rose from behind the Blue Ridge Mountains.  The morning fog dissipated slowly as the warm rays of sunshine crept over the blue-gray mountains.  All this directed my thoughts to my Dawn.  The baby which I longed to hold as I had only a few days before. I felt such a perfect morning could never be anything less.  Then, at about 10 a.m. the phone rang.  I answered it only to hear the voice of my wife telling me that she had to bring the baby to the emergency room.  She was having extreme difficulty breathing.  Then my wife described to me the most devastating news. The baby had stopped breathing in the emergency room.  She had turned blue as the nurses rushed her to an emergency booth.  In shock, my wife heard someone say the baby had died..... My thoughts began to get jumbled.  I couldn't concentrate.  I knew I had to slow down...  but I couldn't. I tried to organize my thoughts, but I could only think of my baby.  I would never hold her again.  I would never walk her to school.  I would never watch her grow into a fine young woman.  I would never see her alive again...  Then I realized that my wife was still talking on the phone saying that she would call me as soon as she heard anything else. At about 2 p.m, my wife walked into my room.  She told me how they worked hard to save dawn's life.  Again, my thoughts started becoming jumbled but I heard her say that the baby was in an oxygen tent in a room on a lower floor.  The next morning the doctors were to conduct more tests to determine how extensive the damage was. In the emergency room, the doctors were able to revive her and run various tests.  They discovered that Dawn had an enlarged heart which was twice its normal size, a heart murmur and bronchial congestion. Suddenly, I had an idea.  Though I was unsaved and hadn't attended church for several years, I was raised in the church and knew that God might heal her.  I immediately phoned the pastor where my mother attended church.  I had explained our dilemma at great length.  I was very desperate.  He agreed to have the church pray specifically for Dawn in the service that evening. I asked nurses if I could go see my daughter.  Each time they said there was no way for me to go to another floor to visit with her.  I was so distraught, I even considered how I might sneak down the fire exits to see her. Finally, a nurse came to inform me that since I was there for tests and was not contagious, they would allow me to go down the back elevator to Dawn's floor. She looked so tiny and alone under the plastic cover of the oxygen tent.  I wanted to hold her but I wasn't allowed.  I wanted to comfort her but the nurses said that we were not to move the tent. The next morning, the sunrise was not noticed as I dwelt on my own Dawn.  I could think of nothing else. About mid-day I received news about Dawn.  The doctors had put her on machines which showed that the heart was normal.  Believing that the equipment was faulty, they brought in other machines.  Still, they showed a normal heart. Not sure of what was happening, doctors ordered brand new machines to be brought to her.  They plugged her in and turned them on.  Again, the proof was there.  She was healed.  Her heart was perfect. Except for a minor congestion, Dawn was now in the best of health.  Her doctor wanted to keep her for observation which they did.  She was released on Wednesday in perfect health. Dawn has had no illnesses since then, until January 1998 when she had appendicitis, which she had removed.  Other than that, she has had no illnesses short of minor colds or flu which everyone gets.  Still, it seems that she is healthier than most of her peers. Only a healing God can do this kind of miracle.  One of God's titles is Jehovah Rapha, meaning, 'the God who Heals."