During my walk, a song kept running through my head: “Dancing with my Father God in fields of praise.” In my mind, I changed “praise” to “grace.” I heard these words in my head: “Dancing with my Father God in fields of grace.” My feet kept the rhythm as I walked and contemplated those words. “Grace” quickly dominated my thoughts. My grandmother, Grace, lived graciously. My mother, also Grace, was a gracious hostess. My name, Nancy, means “full of grace,” my cousin named her daughter Grace, and my granddaughter is Emma Grace. Grace has become a family name.
The song, of course, refers to God’s grace. Only through His grace will we enter the kingdom of heaven. The idea of dancing in fields of grace is so joyous and freeing. Can you imagine dancing for joy in God’s presence?
As I walk, the words sink home. Isn’t the church our field of grace? The church is a family of people who’ve accepted God’s grace and extend it to others. Isn’t “grace” a family name for believers? Just as we’ve received God’s grace, let us all freely extend grace and dance together joyfully with our Father God.
I Timothy 1:14 “The grace of our Lord was poured out on me abundantly, along with the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus.”
2 thoughts on “Fields of Grace”
What a wonderful family name. I have a granddaughter named Gracen. It had never been Grace or Gracie—always Gracen. In my mother’s family there were many named Elizabeth, first or middle. Everyone from my Great-Grandmother down to my youngest granddaughter had it—everyone but me!
Elizabeth is also a beautiful name. Do you know what it means? Since you are also a Nancy, I guess you’ll just have to join my family in the “full of grace” category.