If you or someone questions your faith, this is a story you will want to hear. 

Several years ago when my daughter was about 15, I had a gut feeling that something was not right. I don’t know why. There’s no rhyme or reason as to why these thoughts came to my head, but they were there.

I had this suspicion my daughter was bulimic.

I had mentioned my concerns to my husband, but like most other things he didn’t think there was a problem and didn’t believe me. So I knew that if I was going to find out I was going to have to do it on my own. I would try listening at the bathroom door when she was in the bathroom, but I couldn’t hear anything. I went into the room in the  basement underneath the bathroom to listen, but I couldn’t hear anything. I have a very strong faith and I had always been taught that anything you ask in the name of Jesus will be given to you. 

 So that is what I did.

I prayed in the name of Jesus if my daughter was purging, that I would know beyond a shadow of a doubt. I knew that I couldn’t go to her with my suspicions. I had to be 100% positive that this was happening. 

Within a weeks time I had my answer. 

One summer evening after supper she went into the bathroom. There  was a deck off of our kitchen that would look directly into the bathroom window. So I went out onto the deck and looked in the window. I saw my daughter vomiting in the bathroom sink with the water running. 

I am a firm believer that God gives mothers a sixth sense. It’s called intuition. Some people believe it some people don’t. But I am a firm believer. I also believe in prayer. I know that some people do not believe in prayer because their prayers were not answered in the way that they wanted them to be answered. But I can testify that he does answer prayer. And I am ever thankful that he answered my prayer that day. It has been said that God listens intently to the prayers of mothers. Part of me believes that because he knew that as a mother, I needed to help my child.

And I did… With His help.