replete with very me

Tonight I attempt to prepare my mind and heart for singing in church in the morning. The main thing I've been thinking about it making sure that it's not about me. I want to be in connection with God and not worried about anything else. This sort of thinking reminded me of something that I once read in a Madeleine L'Engle book. (I adore her and have learned a lot about faith and what I believe by reading her books- both fiction and non.)

Here's what I'm talking about:
“If thou could'st empty all thyself of self
Like to a shell dishabited
Then might He find thee on the ocean shelf
And say This is not dead and fill thee with Himself instead.

But thou art all replete with very thou
And hast such shrewd activity
That when He comes He says This is enow Unto itself - 'twere better let it be
It is so small and full there is no room for me.”
― Madeleine L'Engle, A Ring of Endless Light

In case you're not into that whole poetry and old language sort of thing, let me break it down for you in "real English".

If you could empty all yourself of self
Like an empty shell
Then He might find you in the ocean
And say This is not dead and fill you with Himself instead.

(If you can forget about you and let God in, He might fill you up.)

But you are so full of yourself
And your activities are so shady/intelligent
That when He tries He says I'd better let this alone because it thinks it's fine on its own
It is so small and there is no room for me.

(But you're too full of yourself and forget to leave room for God. So He leaves you alone.)

This also all connects to the lyrics of a song that we're singing tomorrow:

Heart of Worship by Matt Redman

When the music fades
And all is stripped away
And I simply come
Longing just to bring
Something that's of worth
That will bless your heart

I'll bring You more than a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required
You search much deeper within
Through the ways things appear
You're looking into my heart

I'm coming back to the heart of worship
And it's all about You
All about You, Jesus
I'm sorry Lord for the thing I've made it
When it's all about You
It's all about You Jesus

King of endless worth
No one could express
How much You deserve
Though I'm weak and poor
All I have is Yours
Every single breath

I'll bring You more than just a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required
You search much deeper within
Through the way things appear
You're looking into my heart

I'm coming back to the heart of worship
And it's all about You
All about You, Jesus
I'm sorry Lord for the thing I've made it
When it's all about You
It's all about You Jesus

Its all about you
Jesus

I don't want to be "all replete with very me" tomorrow.  I want it to be all about Him.