Child's heart

Sometimes I feel like I am still just a little girl pretending that I'm old enough to have a job and a bank account and responsibilities....I feel like a lot of the time I dont know how to respond to people in a way that is good, I dont know how to be tactful or wise, I just want to be loved and told that I'm doing okay. I feel like so much of what I offer to God is messy or dirty or not finished.
As I was thinking about this, I got an image in my heart... it looked sort of like this. So much of what I offer up to God as my best work is just blobs of colour and smears of paint, some places its too thin to cover the canvas well and other place its too much paint and it never dries,... the colours dont go together well and they dont blend at all. Yet when I bring it before God He takes it and puts it in the center of His fridge because I am His child and for some reason He delights in everything I bring Him.
The swing is a symbol of freedom, of child like wonder, of holding nothing back... In the center of all my messiness and colour, I am this girl, laughing in delight as God watches me and smiles.
And in this I find joy...