Sarahphim's World

Today Sarahphim is a lovely shade of meloncholy, I mean, umm. Well see it's on days like today when the wind is howling and the rain is well, raining and It's chilly enough to need a blanket while curled up on a couch with either my two charges perched on my lap reading books, or just me curled up on a couch reading a book, or like to day. In my car on the Farry watching the swells crashing in upon itself and the spray and rain dashing my windshield, those are what I think of meloncholly days. Just a sweet stillness of calm and peace not really meloncholy which I guess means something different then that. Any way that's not the point. really. Stupid language not meaning everything I want it to mean.
The point is gray is good. It curls up inside me like a cat on coushy couch. Purrs and is content to just be. Gray with a hint of sun bouncing of brilliant gold leaves blowing in said wind, well just color me happy in meloncholly colors.
You ever wonder about Saints? I've been wondering about them alot cause it seems to be that season. I mean in my churches right now. I like Saint's, they have done some stellar stuff. But mostly I think how since I was like maybe five years old and learned how to sing the song "I sing a song of the saints of God" how I have know like I know how to laugh, that I just have to be a saint. Not because I'm overly stellar, but because I just because I know that's what God wants me to be. He wants me to love people so hard that they really know how unique and special they are. He wants me to listen to everyones story so I can know his people and them all. He wants me give everything I have to his people so that they know his love not by mens words but by my works. I've known this since I was five. I wonder if I can really be a saint just because I want to or believe this is what God wants from me. I've met Saints. My freind Vicky was a saint. She sheparded at risk teens, and gave them hope in a very hopeless environment. She was a saver of Starfish. (If you know that story) My mom's freind Marilyn Brandonburg was a Saint. She had a minisrty in Women Prison and worked with these women in the outside as well as on the inside. Showing them through her works that there is a light in this world and it's not out of reach for anyone. They were not overly stellar, or outrageoulsy good, but they knew what God wanted them to do too.
Any way. I don't know if I'm really a saint or not. Not yet at any rate. I just figure if I do all the things I know God wants me to do, I'll at least have lived out this lifetime doing one thing right in my life.
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