Well, my beloved readers, I have missed you. I bet you didn’t even know it, did you? I haven’t written tons of articles, but I’m usually able to do so whenever I have the inclination. A couple of weeks ago, though, I pulled up my account, tried to open it, and “BOOM”—nothing happened. Well, something happened. My log-in screen warned me I had three more attempts to access my website. No matter how I attempted to access my site, it didn’t work. I’d always get the same message: 3 more attempts.
You’ve reached Blah,blah,blah.com. How may I help you?
If you’re like me, the last thing you want to do is spend hours on the phone with your provider trying to troubleshoot a problem. I simply don’t have the energy for it anymore. Life is too short to waste time on the inability to express what is wrong to people who speak a completely different language from you. (I mean computer/website/internet babble.) I guess that as I get older, I have more difficulty understanding where technology is going.
I’m trying to say that you don’t realize how much you appreciate something until you can no longer access it. Being unable to access my blog has been incredibly frustrating. This ordeal involved treating my site for malware and other problems—which cost money. They told me everything is fixed. Here’s the catch—I still can’t log in. When I tried to describe the issue (to no avail), they repeated the same thing.
We fixed the site. We removed “this and that” and “them and those” and “if you want anything else, just whistle.”
It’s still broken.
No, it’s not. The site is fixed.
No, it isn’t.
The site works fine.
No, it doesn’t.
I asked them, “If the site is fixed and runs perfectly, why can’t I log in.” Oddly enough, I couldn’t get a straight answer on that. The whole ordeal may have cost me some gray cells, hair, and sleep. I resented every moment of frustration that robbed me of joy, spirit, and time with my family. I missed being able to get on and check my stats, comments, and interaction with my readers. Someone must have heard what I was saying, though.
Happy endings do exist
A few days later, I sat down again with a pad of paper and a pen, my cell phone and earbud, and prepared to do another phone marathon battle. I decided to try to log in one last time, and, low and behold, after using the same password I’d always used and launching from the same link I’d always used, I had access to my website. (Cue Handel’s Messiah during the “Hallelujah” chorus.)
I’m so glad that I don’t need a password to access my Heavenly Father, that I don’t need Technical Support to interface with the Holy Spirit. Can you imagine how that would be? I’m so glad that He’s there whenever I need Him and even when I think I don’t. He does not leave me. Jesus spoke of this at the end of the book of Matthew in chapter 28:20b.
And be sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age.
What did we do before websites and the internet? Oh, that’s right, typewriter and paper. Before that, I guess it was a quill and parchment; before that, a stylus and clay; and before that, a chisel and a hammer? I certainly don’t want to go back to that. In this modern age, it’s easy to forget how far we’ve come. No matter how far we’ve come, though, as Christians, we never travel alone. Jesus travels on this journey with us, and He’ll always be with us—as close as a whispered prayer.
If you’ve accepted Jesus as your Savior, He’ll never leave you either. Do you know Jesus? He’s pretty awesome! In the meantime, God bless and keep you all.