First P-day

We heard from Sister Dexter today! She talked to the language elevator and may be moving classes which means she will possibly be in Moscow sooner than 9 weeks. Her companion is Sister Pitser from Woodburn Oregon. Sister Dexter's take on her: "She played rugby for BYU..... enough said. She is awesome! She is such an example to me of boldness and humility."

Sisters Dutson, Dexter, and Pitser

It's a little long, but I think it's worth the read. This is the letter she sent to the president this week:

The spirit and the environment here at the Missionary Training Center, is unlike anything else on earth. It is a place where a missionary can feel the spirit, stronger, perhaps than they ever will for the rest of their lives. It is also a place where a missionary is humbled by the expectations that they can not hope to reach on their own. This feeling of helplessness is, for lack of a better word; scary. But it is through this realization that a missionary can come to rely and depend upon the Lord, and in this process our weakness are made strong in the Lord.
This is my second time coming here to the Missionary Training Center. And it is the exactly how I left it, and the missionary that arrived here in March 2013 and the one here now are the same Sister Dexter. But I have grown and healed this past year. I have more improving and humbling in front of me, I can't even imagine their magnitude, but I am now in the position, physically and mentally, that I have the choice to feel the Holy Ghost and the choice to feel the healing power of the Atonement. Whereas, before, my mind was constantly weighed down by the incalculable weight of depression and anxiety, blinding me to the joys of life, making it impossible to feel the peace the gospel brings that I so dearly wanted to feel.
I am so grateful that the Lord has directed me to return on his mission. I hope that he is able to teach me through this mission and for the rest of my life, and that I will have the wisdom and humility to listen. Through this all, hope was there for me almost all of the time. Hope is the part of the gospel that I have the most love for. I love hope more than anyone or anything. And it was this past week that I found in the scriptures that hope is often used as a substitute for the name of Jesus Christ. Hope is Jesus Christ. The realization that I love Jesus Christ more than anything in this world was such a tender mercy for me. Where there is hope there is Christ.

She sends her love

Stay classy