Ephesians 6:12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

Two really odd events happened this weekend that brought this verse to mind.

Event One: My daughter had a birthday sleepover on Friday. Her "party room" was beautifully decorated with a winter theme. Blues and silvers and sparkles everywhere. We were set with makeup and fingernail polish and all the supplies preteens need for a makeover.

She had invited nine or ten girls and seven showed up. So far, so good. The evening went great. They had a blast and stayed up very late. I finally forced the lights out after midnight. When the thunderstorm came, I waited for them to come squeeling into my room, but the storm blew over with no drama. I thought to myself, "They are really growing up."

Little did I know, there was plenty of drama taking place in the party room! Saturday I got quite the earfull. One of the little girls from school claimed to have become a witch, and during the storm proceeded to pray to some foreign god, chanting incantations, and calling the corners. Whoa!!!! Right under my own roof!

I asked my daughter what they did, and her response made me very proud. She and two of the other friends began witnessing to her, they prayed for her (which made her very agitated), and finally got her talked down I guess. I was upset that no one came and told me what was taking place, but I couldn't have been happier with them immediately turning to God.

The really sad part is that there is a very disturbed and confused eleven year old playing with some very dangerous concepts. I am honestly still debating on how to proceed. Talk to the parents? Are the parents the source? Do I want to even go there? No! But I am sure that it's my responsibility as a Christian to do something.

Event two: One of my closest friends attempted suicide and came very close to succeeding. This is not the first time. To be honest I don't even know how many times this makes. Maybe five? It was pills this time. Some kind of pain killer/anti-anxiety, I don't know. She took enough to do the job, but she got sick and didn't keep it all down. Thank you Lord!

I have never understood her. While she had a very tramatic childhood, she now has a great husband, two beautiful kids, no major concerns of any kind. Just her past. Which haunts her more than I know, obviously. I want to just grab her and say, "Think of those kids, think of your husband, what if you accidently do it one of these days?!". Actually I have said it, many times. But it never helps. She told me once that she sometimes doesn't feel alone. She has heard whispers that terrify her. My immediate reaction.... spiritual attack. I went to see her today and am going to give her my very best effort to help her get right again with God and get her life back. He did not give us a spirit of fear, but of power and love and of sound mind. Those whom Christ set free are free indeed, right!

These are the things on my mind today. Pretty heavy.