The way I feel. 1/3

I get this feeling.

   That thing I feel as I frantically rearrange chairs more comfortably just before you arrive.  The same thing that comes over me as 8 o'clock nears and goes, after I've given you my message.  How it feels as you pay attention to the things I say; to the motions my face makes as I listen and respond.  It comes when you remember my likes and dislikes.  It's present when you wake up just to tell me goodbye; to see me out.  I feel it when you hurt because of my pain.  I know it when you give up your sleep, to make sure I'm aware of happy prayers.  It's there when you beckon me with your hand, inviting me for your embrace.  It's so present when you understand me; even when you try to understand me.  I experience it when you come to my defense, when you pray for me, with me.  It overcomes me when you spring up, to give such encouraging hugs.  I notice it when I see the compassion you have for the people around you, and when you help others with understanding.  I'm aware of it when you share what's inside of your heart; the bits you like, along with the ones you don't.  I'm sure of it when you put your desires, your comforts, aside, to make sure we're with God.  I see it when our eyes meet to silently explain our feelings.

I believe this feeling is a part of love.
I have love for you.
I love you.

But,
All of these things,
Our God feels for me,
Much, much, more-so.
He gains so much more joy when I initiate intimate touch with Him.
When I listen to what He feels.
When I consider His feelings, and try to understand.
When I want to listen to what He says.
When I wake up just to tell Him good morning, just to talk to Him, just to let Him know I care, just to hear.
His love is complete; it's perfect.
He longs for me.
He longs for me to long for Him.

He's teaching me.
Through the feelings he's given me for you.
He's teaching me of Himself.
Love