I said to a dear friend the other day, “I think I know how Mrs. Claus feels during Christmas – it can’t be crazier than me during football season.” Yes, it was said to evoke a giggle, but I wasn’t entirely kidding. This is the most demanding season our family endures all year. While we are moving at breakneck speeds it’s amazing our angels can fly fast enough to keep up with us. Yet each year we squeeze a little more into the schedule. What do you mean you can’t fit a cup and a half into a cup? It’s not just us – I have observed an entire zip code giving it a try and then share the look of bewilderment when it just makes a mess.

To up the anti, I’m the Prehar that isn’t naturally organized, or particularly neat. I’m the one that’s punctually challenged and easily side tracked. Seeing as how I’m married to a former drill sergeant, it stands to reason he’s not the one on the hook for attention deficits of any sub-type in our ‘lil world.

Kind of like a bully in the schoolyard one morning, Satan was messing with me. He was busy sabotaging my plans with so many itty-bitty little inconveniences that I’d be willing to bet even Mother Teresa would have been ticked. I proceeded to give him (NOTE: little “h” in him) a piece of my mind. So I lashed out reminding him (little “h”) that I belong to Him (capital “H”). I even made commands of where he could go, “Oh… oops you’re already there…that HAS to stink, Satan! I’ve messed up a lot of things, but you were God’s favorite archangel and you messed up that gig? WOW! I have many a flaw, but that is indeed so epic a fail, history was forever impacted.”

And that’s when my Adult ADD kicked in and went off in another direction. I poked fun at myself saying “Lori, your concentration is so horrid just about anything could lead you astray. Maybe ADD stands for “Another Distraction from the Devil”! I might have laughed out loud, but I couldn’t help but wonder – was I on to something?

We all do it. We take our eyes off of our righteous, All Powerful, Holy, Holy, Holy Father when temptations of every variety cross our path. We get impatient with our Advocate, Friend and Savior Jesus when things don’t unfold quickly enough. If we ever possessed it, a whole generation lost the ability to “Be still and know I am God” (Psalm 46:10). We answer a text while driving or we check email at lunch with our friend, or we tell the kids we are too busy when going toe to toe with some stranger for an Ebay “win.” And more times than I can count, we take things into our own hands, completely stink it up and then end up on our knees begging for answers and forgiveness rather than await the Holy Spirits stirring for guidance.

Maybe we aren’t a whole lot better than Lucifer? Just like him, we are self-serving and miserable, desperately needing to be more Christ-serving and abundantly joyful. The noise in our lives would hush and our attention would be properly channeled to the God who gifted us the minutes to begin with if only we could slow it all down a notch. I praise God that I’m a sinner, ‘cause that’s who Jesus came for. I know I need Almighty “H”- Him. I praise God that my eyes are set on Sovereign “H”- Him more than ever and these little distractions are temporary. My attention span might not surpass that of an ant, but He chose my heart as His throne room and He loves me enough to see me wearing a garment that is “radiant, intensely white, as no one on earth could bleach them” (Mark 9:3) because He loves me enough to see me through the lenses of my Savior.

I can cling to Jesus’ words when I stray: “My sheep hear my voice and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me is greater than all, and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father’s hand.” (John 10:27-29) He’s a shepherd. I can’t say He’s out of a job if we don’t stray – but I think He (big , All Powerful, Omnipotent, Mighty “H- Him) knew we would stray and He picked the job where we would always need Him.

There’s a saying I like to repeat every day: “Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, ‘Oh Crap, she’s up!’” Next time Satan slithers in to your life, just say, “God rebukes you.” What could possibly get him out of your way faster than that crushing truth? You’re safe, my friends. You’re “H”is.