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Today was one of those days. I felt spiritually bombarded. You too? An urgent need of prayer came my way today and my heart grew super heavy twice: One, a lost life. Taken by choice--seeing no way out I suppose. My heavy heart could hardly hold the tears when I learned of this--a stranger to me--but yet this one had a family, friends, and people who loved him...(they all do--anyone who chooses to take his or her own life has others who love them deeply--the devil just has their mind more focused on what's wrong in their lives than what's right....-just my thoughts.) The second urgent need was closer to home. Enemy --satanic attacks from the very pit. I've seen and heard them happening all over the world. Brothers and sisters in Christ have been under attack with such a fierceness--it's been unimaginable. I remember standing in front of my closet one morning when we lived in Bolivia and saying to myself--what should I wear today? Just as swift did those thou