Praising God

I think I tend to be rather irreligious in most of my spiritual musings. Despite that - and whether it be good or bad - my heart yearns for God, for the living God. Not for a dead God of rules and rituals but a living God of power and majesty. There is something so great, so grand, so worthy about God that compels my worship, despite every philosophical question, despite every faithless doubt. I cannot doubt so much as to ignore the reality of God. I would not want to! Surely my very life - in unmistakable contingency - depends on his reality and his relationship to me. Without his choosing me, I would be unutterably undone. Without his light, I would be lost in darkness.
I do praise God. I do love him. I forget sometimes, amidst my many questions, that he does not ask to be understood but does demand worship. And his demand is not that of an egotistical tyrant (though I may find that philosophically plausible); he is good beyond what I can know by my frail moral delineations; he is sovereign beyond my conceptual capacities...
The very fact that he is, and that above me, requires me to surrender my superior intellect (haha) and bow before a God who I may not understand, but certainly respect; may not always like, but certainly love.

I long for so much out of life. Mine is a longing, hungry soul. And he alone is my satisfaction.

"...he satisfies the longing soul and the hungry soul he fills with good things" (Ps. 107:9).

"O God, quick to life every power within me, that I may lay hold on eternal things. Open my eyes that I may see; give me acute spiritual perception; enable me to taste Thee and know that Thou art good. Make heaven more real to me than any earthly thing has ever been. Amen."
(A.W. Tozer)