After locating it and digging it out of my purse, I answered and my mom-in-law asked if I was on my computer.
“Yes, Mom. Why?”
“Oh, I’ll have to wait until you get off then.”
“Why is that?” I asked, thinking she didn’t want to interrupt me.
“Because you’re on my network and I can’t get on my computer.”
“What?” This conversation was not making sense to me.
“I get a dialog box whenever I start up the computer that says there are too many users on my network, so I’ll wait until you get off.”
“Mom, we aren’t on a network.”
“Yes, we are. You have my computer linked with mine, remember?” No, I didn’t remember because that wasn’t the case. She continued, “I have a little box that keeps asking me for my password.”
Now I was beginning to wonder if she’d been hacked and someone was fishing for information.
“Mom, we aren’t on a network. Our computers aren’t connected in any way. It sounds like your computer has a problem.”
“Can you come fix it?”
I looked at the clock, trying to calculate if I could make it there, look at the computer to diagnose the problem and still make it to the other side of town in time to pick someone up. The leisurely part of the morning was done and since there wasn’t enough time, I squeezed in a stop there before she went to lunch.
While I am the most computer savvy person in my family, I am by no means a tech guru. My prayer as I went up to their apartment was for a temporary spiritual gifting of tech repair. As I looked over the situation, I realized that Mom had been convinced that since her computer is covered under my name at the repair shop, that we were on a network. She had worked out while I was driving around that that wasn’t the case and was apologizing. She is aware that her memory is starting to slip and is fighting it as much as she can; there is an unspoken understanding between us of what is going on. I sat at her computer to assess the situation. Somehow, it was starting up in the administrator window rather than a user window.
Back in the day when I took a slew of classes to learn how to use different softwares, the instructors hammered it into me to never go into the administrator window. Don’t go into it if you don’t know what you’re doing. It is good advice. However I did it anyway. By the grace of God, I was successful in navigating around to get her back up and running, connecting to the internet and able to check her emails.
A small miracle to encourage me to keep going. And then, two hours later, another call.
“My hearing aid has broken into two pieces. Can you come and fix it, or take it to the hearing aid place?”
Here we go again, with more prayer and more miracles of grace. These small miracles encourage me through this journey and I am grateful.