Bless this mess

I kinda don;t know what it is that I want to say this morning.
I woke sharply this morning after a good refreshing 8 hours sleep.

I just spent the last 56 minutes perched on my windowsill anticipating the rising of the sun. Finally figuring that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. That's the right way round isn't it?

I watched Garden State last night. Now..I'm no cinematography analyst but that film was not very good. I mean sure...it painted a wonderful picture of the boy who felt nothing because his grouch of a father put him on medication and sent him away...but I'm sorry...the whole thing was just quite nothingy.
I mean the bit where he kisses Natalie Portman? Not convinced.

I guess I am just still in a weird place.

I understand that alot of what I'm typing is just going to come across as cryptic nonsense and unless you know me that's what it will remain.

I'm confused by the presence of God. By what it is. By what ushers it into a place. Is it the heart of one man? The collective heart of many? Or is it the sound that rises up from a place?
I personally don;t think that God is moved by a sound. I don;t think that God cares about how polished something looks. He cares about the heart with which we bring what we have be it amazing or terrible.

Imagine this:

A 4 year old child arrives home at 1130am having spent the last 2 and a half hours in nursery. It gives mum a break while she nurses the newborn and dad is at the office paying the bills and keeping the roof over their heads.
Now the 4 year old comes home having spent a good hour of the morning painting a picture of the family. As 4 year olds go, this painting is going to be their impression of the family. It's their heart on canvas.
The child presents the picture to mum and what do you think her reaction will be?

'Oh sorry...You really think I'm going to put that anywhere on public display? That's hardly presentable for people to see. That's going straight into a drawer'

or

That's amazing! Who's that?...and how long did it take you? This is going straight up on the fridge you little artist.'

Ok so here's the point I guess I'm trying to get out.

Does God really give a damn about the quality of what we give? I think that yes, it is important to give our best to God, but not at the price of our hearts. If you sacrifice the heart behind something then it might as well not be done.
The reason I sing praise to God is because I love him. I pray and I pray and I pray that it never becomes a chore. That singing praises to God never becomes void of any heart on my behalf.
I guess I am just privately questioning the reason behind some things that I put so much into.

I'll leave you with this:

God, I would much rather sing as a child draws than to paint as a superstar plays. Strike any pride from within me and keep me humble I pray.

Does that make sense?