I was inspired this weekend when I heard the phrase, "grace of joy." Hmmm. It was grace used in a different context than usual, but I definitely want the grace of joy! "Grace." I love that word. It has many definitions and I like them all. I would love for my life to be a place for any one or all of the definitions of grace to live.
Our older daughter’s name is Hannah. It means, "grace of God." I watch to see her name fulfilled in her life. She is full of grace when she dances. Poise, beauty, ease, balance, charm and loveliness are all definitions of grace. I see them in her hands as she extends them and in her dance as she moves across the floor.
Our younger daughter’s name is Jenna. The inherent (not literal) meaning is "God’s gracious gift." She is indeed gracious. I watch as she moves through life extending favor and compassion to others. I marveled last night as we sat talking. I think her ‘favorite boy’ is about to break her heart. Her eyes welled up with tears and as she spoke, she extended grace to him. She took into account what he is going through at home and offered her friendship, even if it wasn’t "girlfriend"-ship.
I see grace in my mom. She has a delicate but strong grace that enables her to move through her days with a positive attitude and concern for others, regardless of her own circumstances.
Grace. It’s beauty of form, it’s forgiveness, mercy, or the time we have after a bill is due and before a penalty is applied to our account. It’s what we say as we bow our heads and give thanks for our meals. It’s the freely given, undeserved favor and love of God. I want all those characteristics to season my life and my words. I always want to make a place for grace. I may not gracefully glide across a dance floor, but maybe my words could dance across a page!
Until next time, grace to you!