I remember that years ago I had contact dermatitis on my hands that was so bad the kids in school made fun of me, not wanting to touch me because they thought that it was contagious. I’d sit on my hands at my desk so people couldn’t see it. My hands would itch so badly I would scratch them until they bled. I’d put them under hot water so they wouldn’t itch anymore. They literally looked like raw hamburger in places. I also remember when God miraculously healed them in our little church in Houston, Pa., about 15 years ago or so. We stood in the middle of the church praying. I happened to look down at my hands and the dermatitis was completely gone. My God is a healing God.