The first time I wrote my bio it was full of my 
accomplishments, activities and skills that I had. For a long time that was who I was, defined by what I did. By God’s grace this is no longer the case.
I went on the race in Oct 2008, and during the 11 month trip I was completely stripped of who I thought I was. One of the ways I describe the experience is as if I was a huge walk-in closet full of clothes. When God met me on the race, He pulled out everything. Every shirt, every shoe, every dress. When He had finished and I looked in, all I saw was a sea of hangers in a vast cavern of empty. Then God told me to go through the pile of clothes, and figure out what needs to go back in. On the backside of the race I have put back two shirts: one with the word love and the other with the word grace. That is who I am, that is all I know anymore.
