Poems, Personal Stories, and Observations

When Technology Failed

Aside from credit card fraud, which is a whole other area (cyber security), this is the year that technology failed me. Yes, it’s partly a function of me not keeping “updated” — the latest version of this or that. But a series of events this year makes me want to pull back quite a bit from frequent screen time, and probably for the good. Maybe it’s God nudging me to do so.

It all started in January, 2026, when my husband and I attended a conference in Columbus, Ohio. We had attended this conference before in 2019, and my smartphone had no problem with the conference app, through which you could set your schedule, get reminders for your schedule, look up speakers, etc. Well, seven years later in 2026, my operating system on the same phone was too old for the 2026 conference app. If I recall, my phone could not update to an operating system that would work. Fortunately, they had available (though not really advertised) a printed booklet with the needed conference information.

Later this year, my smartphone had trouble syncing email with my desktop, or even showing new emails in a timely manner. Eventually, in frustration, I deleted the email app from my phone. More trouble (VERY slow texting) happened when I started getting up to 200 texts a day, because I had stupidly given out my phone number on some political donation sites. I switched to a different text-handling software, which sped up texting.

Another problem began to occur with my desktop, beginning in June. I got the Microsoft “blue screen of death”. My husband I found ways to overcome it for a while, but it kept happening more frequently. I switched to using an old laptop, and using my husband’s desktop. We decided to buy a new CPU, which arrived promptly. But only after four to six weeks (procrastinating or too busy), got it up and running today. We decided to delete the Microsoft operating system which came with it (I had never updated to Windows 11, anyway), and installed Ubuntu, a Linux system. My new desktop now uses Brave for its internet browser. The only drawback is that a few of my programs (such as a genealogy software and a personal financial software) run only on Mac or Microsoft.

To top it all off, I replaced my smartphone with a newer Android phone. It took about 12 hours to move everything over from the old phone. And then, perhaps a week later, I dropped the new phone and the screen now has a lovely artistic crack on it. I know, I know — I should have had a phone protector.

So, what is the lesson? For me, it’s not to trust technology too much, and rely on it less. Combined with the credit card fraud mentioned above, I will be making most donations by mail only, and will limit my ordering of online products. Actually, it all might be a much simpler and peaceful life.

If all this shows my ignorance of modern living, so be it. At 71, I have earned the right to be a bit crotchety.

Lima Beans

[Prompted by watching my daughter-in-law interacting with her older son
when he wasn’t eating all the food on his plate.]

Not all of life is pleasant,
Not always at our ease,
But if a portion’s on your plate —
You must eat lima beans.

Sometimes life just rolls along,
You get some sweets and treats,
But often it’s the other way —
You must eat lima beans.

[Don’t get me wrong —
Some people like them —
But usually you try to hide them ..

Under your plate,
Under the table,
Give ’em to the dog,
If you’re able.]

Not everything is pleasant;
There’s drudgery in life —
But if you sing a cheerful song,
You might find that you like ..

Lima beans —
buttered, sauteed,
With onions, or in a salad —
They just might please your palate.

The Piece That Won’t Fit

Lately, I’ve been slightly obsessed with comparing my understanding of life to putting together a jigsaw puzzle (see my previous post here)

Growing up in a family of six, we (at least us females) really enjoyed jigsaw puzzles. My older sister might have been the most talented at it, my mother the least. She lasted only a short time at the puzzle table, perhaps because she was busy, but possibly because she became frustrated with the process. Sometimes she was absolutely convinced that a piece belonged in a particular spot, and would declare, “But it HAS to go there!” almost trying to maneuver it into the hoped-for space. I must confess, I have done that myself.

Aren’t we all like that sometimes? We want something to work the way WE want it. We try all kinds of ways to make it work. In the end, we have more peace if we surrender and accept that it won’t work. Of course, there are times that we should fight to get something to work, like a cherished relationship. This takes some discernment — even in relationships we have to surrender our wish to be “right,” or our desire to get back at someone. In the long run, it takes prayer, discernment, and sometimes guidance from the Holy Spirit and others to decide what to let go of and what to fight for.

The Puzzle

Life seems to be a puzzle,
A jumble of a thousand pieces,
Impossible to assemble.

But if you build a frame
(And for me it’s God’s Word,
The Church, family, and friends),
It can be done.

Once the frame is in place,
You can begin to add more pieces,
Some by color, some by shape,
Some seemingly by accident.

I never thought a puzzle
Could mean so much.
(And, you can work on it
With other people.)

Do Not Be Discouraged

A reflection on two Bible passages.

“He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle. He will bring justice to all who have been wronged.” (Isaiah 42:3, New Living Translation).

I take this to mean that God has compassion on those who are weak, struggling with sin, or oppressed.

“This word came to Jeremiah from the LORD:
Rise up, be off to the potter’s house;
there I will give you my message.
I went down to the potter’s house and there he was,
working at the wheel.
Whenever the object of clay which he was making
turned out badly in his hand,
he tried again,
making of the clay another object of whatever sort he pleased.
Then the word of the LORD came to me:
Can I not do to you, house of Israel,
as this potter has done? says the LORD.
Indeed, like clay in the hand of the potter,
so are you in my hand, house of Israel.”
(Jeremiah 18:1-6, NAB revised edition)

Today I heard a new interpretation of “Whenever the object of clay which he was making turned out badly in his hand, he tried again, making of the clay another object of whatever sort he pleased.” What I heard today was: God never gives up on us. He starts over, remaking what did not work out, or where we failed in some way. He fashions something new. I had previously looked at it as God giving up. But He does not throw the clay out, he refashions it.

Both of these passages give me so much hope and thanksgiving for God’s mercy. Do not be discouraged by your failings. Only ask God to make something new of you. Let Him act in you.

Hold On

Hold on; you’ve got to hold on.
Tough times come and go,
But beauty continues everywhere —
Lord, teach us to be aware.

You’re not alone; God is by your side.
He shares your pain; He shares your joy.
The universe sings of His love —
Hold on to the One from above.

Every pain is worth the joy.
Every heartache will be healed.
We don’t know all the reasons —
Still — hold on through the seasons!

One day we’ll see it’s all worth it.
All we went through becomes perfect.
A joy is waiting on the other side,
But you’ve got to hold on for the ride.

Pretty soon I (hope to?/) might have…rabbits in my garden pot.

Today, I happened to look out on the patio deck through the sliding glass doors, and saw a rabbit in one of my large garden pots, about an 18-inch diameter one, and perhaps just as tall. It was furiously digging in the dirt, making a medium-size depression. It came and went a few times, flicking dirt out over the rim of the pot. I could not understand what it was doing, and thought it might be digging for roots.

So I asked about the rabbit’s behavior on a gardening forum, and I have been learning so much!

Most likely, the rabbit is a female making a nest for little rabbits to come! Those of you, who unlike me, grew up in a less urban environment, are saying, “Duh!” But anyway, there’s no shelter over this garden pot. Even so, the “experts” are telling me that the mother rabbit will line the depression with her own fur and/or grass clippings soon before the bunnies are about to arrive.

Just about nothing is more entertaining to me than observing animals in action. I hope to keep this post updated as things progress. I’m not sure, though, how to get the best photos without disturbing the mother or babies. At the very least, I’ll try to keep readers posted, in words, about the outcome.

Update 6/1/2026: Well, no baby rabbits so far, and may never be. People around here agree, though, that the rabbit population is booming, more than most years.

Rabbit in pot, and digging:

How is Your Weather?

“How is your weather?”
We often say.
What if we meant,
“How is your day?”

What if we meant,
“How do you feel?
Tell me your story;
Tell me what’s real.”

“Tell me the longing
Deep in your heart,
Your joys and your sorrows —
That would be a good start.”

Longing for sunshine
On a dark, cloudy day?
Longing for peace –
Putting turmoil at bay?

Deep in our hearts,
Only God can fulfill
Our need for His love —
Let Him make your heart still.

There Is Nothing …

In a recent Sunday homily, the priest stated, “There is nothing you can do to make God love you less.” Perhaps superfluously, I might restate what he said like this: “There is nothing [bad] you can do to make God love you less, [and there’s nothing good you can do to make Him love you more.]

The priest went on to say something like, “It is we who turn from God, not He from us. We’re afraid to come to Him after we’ve sinned, but He’s waiting for us with open arms. He wants us back.”

What is our response to such a love? It might be fear, grateful acceptance, or something else. Fear, because that kind of love might demand something of us that we’re not willing to give — perhaps letting go of our anger, unforgiveness, blaming others, bad habits, etc. Or, in realizing the immensity of that kind of love that no human can give us, an overwhelming gratitude that responds by giving to and serving others — and yes, letting go.

I Cannot Remember

[This poem was prompted by a bit of memory loss
as I get older, but also how some memories stay
longer than others.]

I cannot remember you name right now,
But occasionally, I do.
Your face seems more important somehow,
And that’s what stays in my view.

I cannot recall the time that we met,
Nor the place that we first were together.
However, it’s undoubtedly true,
That meeting, our connection’s forever.

I cannot recall some places I’ve been,
Or only but dimly in visions.
But somehow they stay so deep in my soul,
As if a location in heaven.

I don’t remember what brought me here,
Nor why I am in this location,
But wherever I am, God only knows,
It’s part of my destined vocation.