However bad we may feel about ourselves, we are special to God and have a special place.   Along the forested shores of the Great Lakes stand vast tracts of spruce and birch. Every few years swarms of insects hatch, fly around a while, then bore holes through tree bark to lay their eggs for the next generation. They like spruce trees best. And they all go to the same tree. One spruce formed her branches in almost a perfect cone. She stood so proud of her shapely green shades. The other trees were envious, and that made the spruce…