I Peter 2:24:
Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.
Our two young sons were riding their bicycles in the alley behind our home. It was a safe area, sheltered from traffic, and they were protected. I would check on them from time to time while they played. While I was inside the house, the younger one fell and hit the side of his head on some cement. His brother ran into the house to tell me. I ran to him and decided we needed to see a doctor. I gathered both children and drove to the emergency room.
There were tests taken and the attending physician came into our room afterward to tell me that my son had fractured his skull. He then left.
I prayed with both of my children for my son to be healed.
Soon the physician and a nurse came back to talk about treatments. They decided to take more tests. Soon they came back to say there was no evidence of a fracture and were unsure how that could have happened. They had proof of the fracture in the previous test results, but none of the same tests had any indication of damage now.
I told him I had prayed for my son and that God had healed him. The doctor did not believe me. He told me that wasn’t possible, but I told him that did not matter. What mattered is that God had healed my son and that we were going home.