Asking God to Bring Out the Big Guns. "We have major spiritual warfare here. Can't share details. Everyone is safe, but there's a soul battle going on. Please pray..." This prayer request was a text I recently received from a desperate mom of teenagers. I didn't know the specifics, but I knew how to pray and how to encourage my distraught friend. (And, dear ones, lest you think this post is just for parents, it's not! This prayer has become my "big guns" petition, when necessary, for each of my kids, my husband, friends, family, others, even, and especially, for myself! So, please, keep reading)! It was more than a decade ago, when my own teenager brought me to my knees, crying out the hardest prayer I had ever prayed! He was 16! Our first born. Intelligent. Contentious. Tester-of-boundaries. Lover-of-fun! Of course, each year, as good parents do, we increased his freedoms and responsibilities. And, true to his nature, our son pushed ...