Modge Podge and Other Things

I am 90% certain that my husband lives to correct me. If I call something an iphone and it is an ipod, he will pretend not to know what item I am talking about. I resort to “Apple device beside you.” It drives me insane.

He finds great amusement in driving me insane. I have been on a craft bender and Mr. Trembley has been on the ball with pointing out the incorrect pronunciations of various materials.

I, Stephanie Trembley, fully admit to saying things like, “Modge Podge” instead of “Mod Podge” or “Reesies Peicies” instead of “Reese’s Pieces”. I have the red underline going on right now. I cannot be so brilliant all the time. 😏

My partner will google stuff to prove to me that he is right and I am wrong. I tell him, quite aggressively, “I will call it what I want to, Trembley.”

I am like this with feelings too. I think I am hungry when I’m just bored. I call my own self-righteousness or judgement my way of “reading people”. I feel hurt and I call it anger. Maybe names do matter.

One name I always get right: Jesus. I know who Jesus is.

Isaiah 9:6
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

My faith always reminds me that God can relate. Jesus is the proof of that. It almost baffles me to think that Jesus had headaches or felt thirsty. He had human feelings.

God can relate and He wants a relationship. I don’t know about you, but that just blows my heart up. I mean, wow. God wants a relationship with me. How cool is that?!

I can give Him all of that hurt and boredom and judgement and He knows what to call it. He also knows how to remedy it.

Psalm 34:18
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.

No matter what I call it, no matter how I call it, Jesus is in it. My Wonderful Counselor, my Mighty God, my Everlasting Father, my Prince of Peace.

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