When life makes sense to me...

When life makes sense to me:
I go through my daily routine, granted each day of the week has some variation such as Tuesday off, thurs spin class, Friday fun day, Sunday church and unknown fellowship with awesome brothers in Christ,  but rarely do I take the time to consider the world I function in. My world is unique; my worldview is my own. Granted, my view is influenced by past experience, lessons taught and learned, and some not learned so well. Nonetheless my eyeglasses are tinted Dori color. I see baby blue skies and white sweeping clouds over a lake of crystal water with fish causing ripples as a tranquil inviting thing whereas you might see it as boring. My world seems in order when I am the minority, no, when I and everyone around me is the minority. Is that why my neighborhood just fits?
I love the smell of corn! Not from a can, the corn growing in the field and being ripened by the summer sun...that makes sense to me.  
Old people running down the road in their reflective orange vest so as to avoid moto vs pedestrian accident...this makes sense to me. 
My family and good friends all in the same state sharing a meal together at the table with kids and dogs running underfoot while the sun shines down causing sweat to bead on our brows...that's how it's supposed to be. 
Laying in bed with my three best friends eating pizza and brownie volcanos and playing a board game on a Saturday night in the downtown area...again, makes perfect sense. 
As we all know I am not a high maintenance girl by any sense of the word, but having my legs shaved, dress and heels ready for some event which will result in a fun night of dancing with my friends...sensible to say the least. 
I guess it's not so much of a life thing as it is a God who gives all these good things in life thing...what I mean to say is...life makes sense to me when I and others are so in tune with the Spirit, so in step with the Father that the only correct path is the one taken. The sun and daylight illuminate and contribute to the beauty of the dance as it unfolds. The Son is so alive and shining through that nothing is able to dull the senses and cause a doubt to enter the mind concerning if this is what life is about or not!  My God is good and generous and he does not leave in the hard times, no he carries and sets us back on our feet when we are able to feel our legs again. He may be hard to hear at times, but what station do I have blaring in my ears competing for his directives?   What outside source might be waving in my face clouding my judgement of how close He really is?  What time constraints have I placed on myself limiting my devotion to Him. 
May I clear out the white noise, push back the hand in my face, and make quiet unequivocal time with my Father, my Savior daily so that I may be able say daily that this life I live in the Spirit... This makes sense to me.