First let me tell you what happened to bring this subject to life. I had taken a stomach virus from my son. Nausea is to me one of the worst sickness' you can have. I can handle most aches, pains, pulled muscles, but you let me get sick to my stomach and I'm not good. Even the slightest movement and there I go making contact with a trash can or toilet seat. Doesn't that just sound lovely? I had spent the afternoon trying to take care of myself and my five year old son. My husband was at work and since his mother had passed away recently, I have no one to help with the little fellow when I'm sick.

I was doing my best to feed him without tossing my cookies and he was doing his best to comfort mommy. I hadn't told my mom and dad I was sick because they are 1200 miles away and I didn't want to worry them. I lay in the bed with my little one next to me watching cartoons as I prayed for relief. You can imagine when your so sick you can't hardly stand to take a breath cause you know the movement will make you intimate with the toilet.

I was so thirsty, I made a glass of ice water and sipped on it and each sip that went down came back to haunt me. I kept on praying, as my stomach did the cha cha cha. "Drink the water" started to bounce around in my head. I wanted to drink the water but was afraid too. I knew what would happen if I did. I hesitated a moment and it was like a more demanded voice said "Drink the water!" I thought for a second and said ok God. About half way through the glass I had to push myself to finish it cause I could already feel the nausea starting up. After a few minutes I began to get more and more sick. My mind said " God wasn't talking to you, it was your imagination" but then right behind that came another voice " let the cleansing waters flow".

While I was fighting with my mind and stomach my mom called and when she realized I was so sick I couldn't talk, she hung up. We'll the cleansing waters begin to flow alright, and flow and flow. Once I had stopped tossing my cookies, the sickness was gone, I mean completely gone. I told my husband when he came in that if I had ten dollars and was a betting person, I knew my mom and dad had went straight and prayed for me. Sure enough when I had talked to them the next day, dad had heard me and mom talking and went straight to his bedroom to pray. Mom did her share of praying as well. Thank God if you are lucky enough to have praying parents. Sometimes I think that is all that has kept us safe and alive for so long.

The main thing I want to stress here is, even if your not sure if it's God talking to you, if it's something that God would tell you to do, do it. Even if you feel stupid, do it, and look out for satan cause he will try to plant a seed of doubt just like he did with me. Satan even came back for a quickie the next day, but I kept saying, "I' am healed, I refuse to let the sickness return so satan you go your way because I will prevail with Gods help and grace. I did this while cooking for a church dinner, smelling all the different smells that could really upset an already tender stomach. I will not let satan tear down what God has built up!