My Mind is a Battlefield

This morning while driving to work in the rain, I started thinking about Peyton. When he was studying for his driving test, he would ask me questions from the book. One I remember in particular was about driving in the rain. In case you don't know, the most dangerous time is five minutes after it starts raining.

I don't know how my thought process brought me to him taking piano lessons. But it did. I think he took them between the ages of 7 & 9. He didn't have much musical talent, but he could memorize things easily so he was able to play his lessons well enough. I know everyone will be surprised by this…………..he didn't practice much. I wasn't one of those parents who asked their kid to perform for company. But sometimes, when we had people over he would stand up and say he was going to go practice the piano. The first couple of times he did this, he got me. I looked at him in disbelief and said okay. He would then proceed to the bedroom where the piano was and this beautiful music would start flowing out. The company would look at me amazed. He's so young, they would say. I would shake my head and holler at Peyton to "turn off that programmed music!" It was an electronic keyboard with keys weighted like a piano. He would then come out grinning from ear to ear.

I was remembering this story and practically laughing out loud, thinking I would blog about it and hoping it would come out on the screen as funny as it was at the time. Then the traffic slowed down. There was an accident up ahead. Arkansans seem to have trouble driving in any inclement weather, rain or snow. I was sitting there still thinking about the piano story, trying to formulate it into enjoyable reading when the ambulance went by, lights flashing. What a memory trigger. It took me right to the night of Peyton's accident. I remember so vividly following behind the ambulance on the way to the hospital. It made me feel sick to my stomach and tears were pricking at my eyes. I let a few leak out. How stupid does satan think I am! Does he really think I am going to go from laughing about my son, to crying just because an ambulance went by. I am not. I choose to dwell on the good things.

Phillipians 4:7-8

And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue and if there be any praise, think on these things.

My mind is a battlefield. I choose to arm myself with the Word (and whatsoever things are funny) and I will win.

Amen, thank you Lord.