Jet lag

As I sit in bed suffering from jet lag I can't help but be overwhelmed by the goodness of my God. In fact, I think I'm even enjoying this jet lag thing a little. I have found that a sleepless, empty, room is an honest place- so instead of sleep I'd rather stay up and commune with Jesus (I say that now...later I may be wishing I had slept a little.) In these quiet moments I am again reminded of how little I really am. I am a spec on the timeline of eternity  and will some day return to dust, but my God in all his majesty and love doesn't just see dust/ashes. He sees a perfectly crafted and wonderfully made creation. He then looks upon it and says "Mine." The thought of losing one He called "mine" brought Him so much despair that watching His own son die a murder's death in order to redeem His own was worth it. FOR ME. A spec. I was worth it. While Jesus dying for all of humanity as a whole would be more than enough for me to praise His name forever...He did more than that. He hung on that cross and knew my name. He knew what I would be like and look like. He knew what would make me laugh and move me to tears. He knew where I would fall short. He knew all the ways I would be completely inadequate, and still He bore the cross for my sin and shame. His pierced hands bled more than blood for me. Love leaked from His wounds and offered redemption. AND THEN after he rescued me back to Himself he allowed/allows me to be a part of His story. A God who could so easily do everything himself chooses to use me. How could I not give my life for a God like this? How could I not tell every single person I know? How could I not fall on my face and praise his name for the rest of eternity.  My God makes beauty from ashes and died to know and be intimate with all the little insignificant specs of the world. He is good.