“Boom! There goes Sarah Pierson out of the blocks, she is going fast, she got a good start.”
I began my humble beginnings like most people, surrounded by sheep on the shot location for Lord of the Rings (props to my hometown this summer, you know Hobbit be blowin it up). I was the third of three children born to a couple of Aggies who passed on to me their globetrotting genes. There was a gap between my two front teeth for who knows how long, but braces fixed that, so we won’t get into it.
“She lost her footing and she is going down. This is hard to watch. It looks like she has tripped herself up and it looks like she is not moving at this point.“
I was pretty successful, ironically enough in Track & Field throughout most of later teens. To give you some perspective: I broke some school records and won state as a sophomore in high school and got a scholarship to arguably one of the best track and field programs in the nation. This was a gift I was given that taught me a lot. Track tried my every fiber, emotionally, physically, spiritually and mentally. During my undergrad program, I fell into what was my deepest darkest hole up until then.
“I don’t believe it, someone has gone beside Sarah Pierson and picked her up. A man is helping her get back on the track to what looks like finish this race.”
My world was rocked by the inevitable realization of my own humanity and frailty. Essentially by His grace I learned I wasn't God. Matter of fact, I was much further from any god-like qualities than I could have imagined. The coolest discovery was that I didn't have to be anything other than the weak vessel that I am. Learning to be Spirit-led instead of self-led is a very freeing thing. It led me to the WR where God will continue to run alongside, nay carry, me till his work is completed and his Son has returned.
Let's do this.
