>>I was wondering, what do YOU do to know Him better?<<

i guess i just try and really use the old WWJD whenever i am not sure myself.
try not to want the things we all want

like when i am doing the right thing, or enjoying things like nature or even the other day when my work truck was finally taking me to a job, i know Jesus is right there with me.
ok thinking about this for me it is more like i try to keep Jesus from wanting to know me less if that makes any sense.

I'm comforted to know that I'm not the only one who cries when the Spirit fills my soul... I had one minister..aVERY GOOD minister ask me why I was crying, and sort of implied that I should be strong in the Lord, and that crying showed weakness, which showed lack of faith. I dont hold it against the good man...but I also know God made me this way, and Jesus knows whats in my heart when I cry out of love for Him...because I'm so sorry he suffered pain that should have been mine, but won't be, because of His love for me. That no- matter how intensely I could love anyone or anything on this earth it is NOTHING compared to the love He has for me. He ALWAYS does right by me and NEVER lets me down....I'm so grateful and awestruck that the tears flow. I also get all the other things you talked about..I get a flutter in my chest everytime theres going to be upseting events in my life..arguments,angry situations, or sad situations. I used to freak out when it would happen, now I just look at it as the Holy Spirit letting me know to brace myself & be careful, but I'll be fine. The Lord is with me. Holding me. Protecting me. I had a dream right before i miscarried my first child: I was in a tiny room in the country I was born in(I knew this because I could see tropical foliage outside the window) on the far side of the room were my maternal grandmother & great grandmother and they were holding a baby between them. they looked very sad, but said nothing, just looked @ me sadly & handed me the baby. I was confused, and they were crying, so I gave them back the baby(it was wrapped in a yellow blanket)and woke up. Didn't even conciously remember the dream until a few days later, in the hospital when they brought me my stillborn son wrapped in a yellow blanket. God knew this would be the most horrific event in my life but wanted me to know Eric was ok. My grandmothers would be with him, too. Even when we don't know Him, He knows us and speaks to us frequently.We just tend to notice more signs once we get to know Him because we seek Him in everything, every day. Glory to God in Jesus' name!