Our squad leader, Allison Johnston, has taken the last 20 or so days of the trip and dedicated a day to each one of us on the race. She has written blogs about each one of us, and posts a different one each day…today is my day. She totally blessed my heart with her words, and the meaning behind all of them. She really has been my gift from God this year. I just wanted to honor her blog and post it here…she’s amazing. Here’s her blog, and it is also posted on her page:
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. ☺
