According to Urban Dictionary modge-podge is “a word used to describe a confused or disorderly mass or collection of things; a “mess” or a “jumble”” OR a craft medium, “Mod-Podge” used to decoupage.
I love to modge-podge; the smell, the sticky, the way that a jumble of indistinct, and sometimes dissimilar items can be turned into something beautiful is SO APPEALING and forgiving. If you mess up, just modge-podge another layer on! You remember what is there underneath it all, there may be a bit of a bump or ridge on the final product, but that craft, that creation is yours, bumps and all. A collage of mistakes.
Sometimes…okay, honesty time, usually about three times a week, my life needs some modge-podge. The world we live in sends out these expectations that nobody can meet. Have a successful career (and in order to do that, bring some work home so you can stay on top of the game). Be a mom; cleverly themed parties, quality play time, teach them their letters and numbers (before their first birthday). Okay maybe not that last bit, but it’s what it feels like. Be a good wife (clean house, healthy meals, adore and cherish your marriage). Be a godly woman (go to church, show your kids how to follow Jesus, be active in your faith, Bible studies, stewards of money/giving).
With all of those things above being “expected” by society it is no wonder I feel “unglued” at times. I do realize that only I can control my life and that I am the one who let’s those societal expectations seep into my psyche, but it is so hard!
D and I have decided to run a 5k. We are not runners, but in an effort to stay healthy and motivate one another we are doing it! WOOT! Well, I went for a run yesterday. I got home, changed into my running clothes, grabbed my house key, iPod, the dog and we were off. I had a great run. Got home…my key wouldn’t work. Umm….what?! I have dishes to do. I have a dinner I need to have done. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE KEY DOESN’T FIT THE LOCK!?!?! AHHHHH!!!! I sat down on the porch and teared up. I was trying so hard and then this little thing made me come unglued.
I try to be a good teacher. I try to help my students learn. I try to stay healthy and in shape. I try to make a healthy dinner that is within our budget. I try to bring praise to God. I try to love my husband in all that I do. I try to give Peapod it all. And I fail.
I need modge-podge. I need God’s modge-podge. I need grace.
Praise God that he gives it without any strings attached. When I become unglued I remember that God will modge-podge me back together. He will smooth it all over with a shiny, new layer of grace. There might be bumps, but those bumps in my life are a part of me. They are the struggles that bring me closer to Him…and he doesn’t see those bumps.
All He sees is a beautiful crafty creation.