12.30

Have you ever given thought to what people think of you? Not the vain, trivial questions, but the real truth of how those you’re around remember you when you walk out of a room. Sure, I’d like to think I’m remembered as intelligent, helpful, joyful, or faithful, but I hope more than anything those around me think of me simply as nice. Yes, nice. It seems like such a simple trait to carry, but who do you know that’s genuinely nice? Not fake nice, but truly, uniquely nice.

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In my world nice means using your manners, regardless of the situation. Nice is paying a compliment to the struggling cashier, no matter how long she took to ring up your groceries. Nice is putting a smile on the face of a complete stranger. Nice is indulging a little old lady who just wants to snuggle on your tot for a minute. Nice is saying “have a nice day”. Nice is remembering that regardless of how poorly your day has gone, those around you may be facing even greater challenges. Nice is putting a smile on your face when you really don’t want to. Nice is recognizing, and conforming to the wants/needs of those around you. Nice is always turning the other cheek.

Yes, I’m nice. Or at least I think I’m nice.

I’m even more aware of how people perceive me having settled in our little town in the middle of nowhere, N.C. People I’ve never met seem to know who we are, where we came from, where we live, etc. And I don’t mind, really. I kind of like it. I like knowing there are people out there keeping tabs, keeping us in check. After all, years of living a “no on knows us from Adam” life has left me craving relationships.

My niceness runs deep. Really, really deep. I’ve cultivated the trait since middle school, where I was neither an outcast, or the most popular. Somewhere in the middle, and a friend to everyone, I existed. And I was nice. Really, really nice. I’m nice to my friends, my foes, my spouse, my tot, my acquaintances, and the random folks I’m privileged to meet every day. And all because I truly hope when I walk out of a room, or when people think of me, they say, “Gosh she’s nice”.

Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. -Ephesians 4:29

-Jane

Side Note :: I asked my husband the same question- What do you hope people think of when they think of you? He said he hopes people think he’s funny. I told him he needed to work on that. HA!

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  4 comments for “12.30

  1. Teresa
    December 31, 2013 at 9:18 AM

    Nice! lol
    Great post. I’m sure those around you see you as nice. And if not, it’s their loss.

  2. Sam
    December 30, 2013 at 11:09 PM

    Thanks for posting. I look forward to reading. Since following you for a while I’m sure you are VERY nice.

  3. Melissa
    December 30, 2013 at 10:52 PM

    Love it! I’m more of the funny type. I think…

  4. Tiffany
    December 30, 2013 at 10:51 PM

    Yes! I hope people think the same of me. Great post.

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