July 16th, 2014 As I enter the MTC a nametag is placed on my chest. I will wear that same name tag for the next year and a half.
August
26th, 2014 Leaving the MTC. Wondering where the time went. Wondering if
I'll actually be able to speak the language I've been learning for the
last 6 weeks.
August 27th, 2014 We touch down
in Argentina at about 9 in the morning. It's windy and cold. I try my
first Argentine food. I get a new companion. I start my first day in the
mission field.
August 28th, 2014 until
December 14th, 2015 EVERYTHING changes. I change. People I meet change.
The members. The less actives. The recent converts. The investigators.
The cycle repeats. The power of the atonement, found from many days on
my knees, heals old and new wounds, helps me press on. Powerful prayers.
Powerful fasts. Many, Many trials. 11 companions. 4 areas. A convert
here a convert there, a convert everywhere. The biggest convert? ME.
In
4 days I will be with my family in an American airport where the whole
world speaks English and finding a public bathroom isn't impossible.
I
don't even know what to write. FIRST and foremost: a HUGE thank you to
all who have supported me in such a huge endeavor. To all my family
members, whose prayers and words of encouragement have meant more to me
than I can express. To all my friends who haven't forgotten me, even
though I've been far! To everyone, those I know and those I do not, that
have taken the time to read these crazy weekly posts! To my parents,
who are the ones who really inspired me to get out here. To my brother
Reed, who is going to be one heck of a missionary. To my brother Hyrum,
who will have to get on his knees to give me a hug;). To my sister
Emilie, who told me to enjoy my "first" mission and to not get sick on
the plane;) And to Lucia, The Spaniard addition to the Dickson family;)
And yes Emilie, to Charly the family dog too;)
A family in our area lives here
The sky today (Monday Dec 14th)
Thanks to all of you!
More
than even that, I can't begin to voice the gratitude I feel towards my
Savior Jesus Christ. He saved me So many times. Was far too patient with
me than He should have been. Who carried so many sorrows, wiped away
many tears, and taught me that the mission is NOT a sacrifice. I did not
give anything or do anything great in going on a mission. I was blessed
that He trusted me enough to call me, even with all of my many
imperfections and faults. The mission is a great PRIVILEGE. It is the
greatest blessing I have ever received.
The
best part? The mission Never ends. Not really. Because Hermana Dickson
wasn't just a phase. It was the beginning of a lifelong legacy.
Para
todos aca en Argentina, sepan no mas que les amo con Todo mi ser. No
puedo expresar mi amor y gratitud hacia a cada uno de ustedes. Estoy
dejando una familia muy grande a regresar a casa. SE que estamos en la
verdad, y que nos vamos a ver pronto;)
Hermana Dickson, over and out;)