well, technology and I continue to do battle on a daily basis. And technology continues to win most of the time. Technology usually gets the best of me, leaving me confused, discouraged, and longing for things to be simpler, clearer or at least more user friendly. I mean one wrong click and things can go awry at an alarmingly fast pace and I’m left wondering what if anything will fix the mess and put me back on track. Technology has the upper hand. No matter how much I learn, she advances far faster than my futile efforts to close the gap between us. She is always out of reach, taunting me, telling me I will never catch her, let alone master her.
So, she has the fear factor going for her, keeping me in my place. Additionally, she surrounds me at every turn, making herself inescapable. There is no where I can go to get a rest from technology, she is everywhere. She has made herself necessary even as I have been trying valiantly, (but without success) to get through a day without her, so that I can avoid the battle. The battle that will leave me worn out and wondering where I went wrong this time and what I could do differently at our next encounter. No matter though, technology always has new moves with which to block any attempt I might make to use her to accomplish even the simplest of tasks. She can turn these seemingly simple tasks into monumental challenges. Technology turns my molehills into insurmountable mountains every day, leaving me looking for the miracle that will lead me out of the maze. Otherwise, technology once again holds me captive, an unwilling prisoner unable to free herself from the confusion and chaos that is technology, as she runs circles around me yet again. (That must be her victory dance)
And passwords? Let me just say, passwords are the bane of my existence. I mean, everything requires a password. Who can keep them all straight? Having the same password for each account, membership or whatever is not advised. And the requirements vary for passwords for different things. Some require including capitalization, some require numbers as well as letters, there are length requirements as well. My user name and password often don’t match, so I seem to be always creating new passwords so I can access something of mine that I need. It is a process without an end in sight. Yes, I know, write them down, you say. I do, but then I have to remember where is the all important place where I have hidden this top secret information away to keep it safe? The question, safe from whom? comes to mind. I have no specific answer to that question, but passwords continue to be required from me nonetheless. They are safe from me, that much is clear every time I have to remember one and have no clue what brilliant, memorable password I changed it to the last time.
And so the cycle continues. I’m glad God doesn’t require a password from me, like say when I want to pray, to spend time with Him. He already knows my thoughts, He knows my name. He knows my user ID and I don’t need a password to prove I belong to Him. My name is engraved on the palms of His hands and He knew me before I was even born. I’m relieved I don’t have to log in, that’s where I get stopped cold every time by technology and I can’t even get the access that I need or desire. But our Creator is available 24/7 to us and without a “log in” requirement. This is good news to me for sure. After being totally frustrated and shut out of where I want to go by technology, I enjoy immensely the immediate access and total freedom I have in Christ to live, move and have my being in Him who created me and sustains me every moment.
Technology may be a thorn in my side but at least I don’t need her to access what is most important to me. Prayer doesn’t require a password, just that mustard seed of faith and a willing spirit. Our heavenly Father is ready, willing and able.
“Before they call I will answer; while they are still speaking I will hear.” Isaiah 65:24
“Call to Me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.” Jeremiah 33:3
sincerely, Grace Day