I asked my son, over the phone that night what happened and he said the following:
Mom, I was in bed and I heard a rustling in my closet and thought it was a mouse but the noise got bigger/louder and so I thought the dog (his friend where he was staying had a dog) had come in and got into the closet. I didn’t think anything of it. I then heard the closet door slowly opening and so I turned to look and I saw something roll out of the closet. I froze. I felt a tug on the blanket that was hanging off of the bed. I small head, soft ball sized, with red flaming hair had rolled up onto the bed somehow and found its way up to my chest and sat there and looked straight at me. MOM, it was the most ugliest thing you can imagine. I freaked out and ran out of there and tried to tell my friend what happened but knew he wouldn’t believe me. I had him drive me to Aunt Melissa’s house. Don’t ask me how I knew Geena (my oldest daughter, his older sister) was here, I just knew to come here and she would be here. Mom, please believe me, I’m not crazy. I’m not!
It took everything I had to not curl up into a ball and just cry for my kids. I was never a crier. I couldn’t be. I had to be strong for my kids. For if they saw me show weakness, their world would crumble. I couldn’t afford to have that happen. I asked him, I had to, if he had been drinking? Smoking? Etc. He said no mom. I drank Friday night after work. This was Sunday morning when this happened. I hated to have to ask, but I did. I told him he had to pray with his sister and I would pray from here. He was too frightened and upset to hear me. I spoke to my daughter and had her call their cousin to come for them and take them to my brother’s house. From 5am until 8am, I was in prayer. I prayed, pleaded, asked, you name it I did it. I asked God to please help them. To please give me answers I so desperately needed. I was exhausted. I had gotten the idea in my head to not attend church that day. I got a little whisper that told me I needed to go. I quickly got ready and headed out to the early service. I usually wait until noon service but I knew if I waited I’d fall asleep or be more exhausted.
God works in a way that we will never understand. That day, the sermon was on spiritual warfare and how the devil will attack, why, and what we need to do. It fit the bill. I felt better.