Passwords are a necessary part of our everyday life. I’m not a fan of passwords. My brain can only hold so much and that inner file labeled PASSWORDS is full and overflowing. There are passwords for home, passwords for work, passwords for blogs, passwords for crafting sites. There are confirmation numbers for orders, plane tickets and work orders. When I got married, all I needed to remember was my phone number, my driver’s license number and my social security number. Yes, I’ve been married that long.
Years go by, things change, progress happens and I find myself with a LONG list of passwords. In desperation I start a computer list of my passwords, in a file named passwords. I have printed them out, thankfully, because that particular computer was infected by a ransomware virus and I can’t get to my list. I try to take great care of that list of several pages and keep it in a safe place. I just don’t always know where that safe place is located. I even bought a notebook titled Online Organizer. Slowly but surely I have been transferring the passwords to the organizer. After 2 years I have only entered about 5 passwords, so it is taking me a while. Ok, truthfully, I only write in the password when I get a new one.
Nowadays it is not uncommon for me to use several passwords in a day. There is a voice mail on my phone, so I retrieve it and hear the words, “Please enter your password, then press pound.” Then I go to my computer that is used for multiple purposes and have to enter my password to get started. Since I am working on ideas for the two craft retreats and a ladies retreat that I help with, I browse craft sites and notice a pattern or idea I want to save. Enter my password. Check recent medical test results on my physician’s health portal. Enter my password. Any day now I expect to pick up my phone to make a call and hear a voice saying, “If you wish to make a call, please enter your password.”
It was bound to happen. I can’t find my list. Anywhere. At all. There is no doubt in my mind that I probably packed it so it would be handy during the crafting retreats or ladies retreat. After all, I still have a box or two to put away from church camp crafts, packing up my personal stuff from my job that was cut due to funding, the craft retreats, a family reunion and the ladies retreat. I mean two boxes or so for each event, not two boxes total. Let’s not get sidetracked and talk about that. Too embarrassing.
Back to my password list. Today I needed a password that I simply can’t remember. The area in my craft room where my list was supposed to be was already cleaned looking for the list last week. Hated to do it, but I even cleaned out 2 boxes of stuff looking for the list. In my mind’s eye I seem to remember putting it in my laptop case but it isn’t there. A tote bag maybe? Do you have any idea how many tote bags I have?!
I’m really embarrassed to say this, but I decided to write on this blog and…um…well. Ok, I’ll just come right out and say it. I can’t remember my password!!! You can stop laughing now. I mean it! This really isn’t that funny. In order to express myself I had to change and reset password. This password business is totally getting out of control.
This world is also out of control in so many ways. If a person wants to, they can change their address, their name, their gender, and if one state has its way, their race, just because they want to change. This is too much for me to comprehend. Identity can be determined through eye scans, fingerprint scans, or implanted technology chips. And to do many of the things I do on a daily basis I must enter a password, pass code or confirmation number. This has gone too far.
There will come a time when I no longer need to remember all these passwords. I will trade this troubled world for an eternity in Heaven. Yes, I know that is where I am headed and have made my preparation. I have my confirmation. When I approach Heaven’s gate, I don’t need to remember the confirmation number or password. I have an advocate to do that for me. You see, when I get there, Jesus will supply the simple, easy to remember password. One word. Forgiven.