There is truly not a book I could write to explain my love for Dawson. She cannot be contained on the words of this blog, but I will try and give you a glimpse.
Jenny was the first World Racer I met; I happened to be in Florida for vacation and we met for dinner at her parent’s restaurant. I think it is safe to say we both had some first impressions that were way off base, but the Lord has taught us both so much.
Jenny is basically the 3rd sister that I didn’t know I needed, but the Lord did and He is always right. We have probably fought more and loved each other more than any other two people on the Race. We have had some life-altering conversations in some pretty random places and we will never be the same because of each other. Iron has truly sharpened iron and I am so grateful.
Jenny speaks truth to me in ways that I couldn’t receive it from anyone else; she has challenged me, encouraged me, and made me laugh more than any other person. Over the course of the Race Jenny has given me a few visions and words from the Lord that are so accurate is scares me. She hears from the Lord in ways that baffle me, 
but she is completely tuned into what the Lord is doing in her life and those around her. She has comforted me in moments when I truly wanted to give up, and she has chiseled away at my pride when it starts to take over.
There is really only one word to describe Jenny and it is passion. She is passionate about those she loves, passionate about Jesus, and passionate about FUN. She is always the first to dance, sing, stay up late and make up random songs. None of us will be the same after “hand on the floor” and we have all been forever entertained by her love of life.
I have seen the Lord do so much in Jenny this year that it is hard to know where to begin. He has humbled her and she has endured it with grace and patience; he has loved her in such a way that inspires me to love HIM back, and he continues to speak to her. She has touched every one on the squad at some point through her passion for Jesus, her desire to know him more, and her desire to share the love he lavishes on her.
Dawson, there are truly no words. You know I love you. You know I will never be the same. You know there is no one I would rather have pray for me. Thank you for fighting for me when I couldn’t fight, loving me when I was un-loveable, and teaching me to laugh at myself. Praise God he knew we needed each other and wouldn’t let us quit. Praise God for Swazi porches, Bangkok couches and waffle houses, and the curb in the Philippines. I will forever be your little midget. ☺
