Leih hou familia!

Leih hou familia!

Sorry I didn't get to write more in my email. The time here is kind of ridiculous. Days are crazy here. I thought that I would at least have time to write good letters or write in my journal..but no. There's no time for that. Even P-Day (today) I have wanted to take a nap soooo badly, but not yet. I have been up since 6 oclock this morning & now it's 1:30 and I still have to finish this letter, then shower, then have an hour of personal study, then maybe I can take a nap before 5:30. That's when dinner is...Then we have Cantonese class after that till 9:30. usually we wake up at 6:30, get ready & go to the classroom at 7, study and plan for the day till 8:30, then we go to breakfast for 1/2 hour. 
Don't worry, my companion & the other 2 girls in our district are determined not to get fat so we watch what we eat. Plus the food here is not that great so I go for fruit & cottage cheese, or cream of wheat almost every morning. Gym at 9. I played basketball one day volleyball the next and just ran another. Sometimes I can't decide whether I want to have fun and not "work out" as hard, or just "work out".Of course there are way too many missionaries in the gym at one time. Everyone playing volleyball just stands there waiting to get on the court. So usually I just run a mile or so, & go and pepper with the Samoans going to the Philippines & Hong Kong. They are in the same time zone and have the same schedule as us. After gym we get 20 minutes to change back to Sunday clothes and get to class. 
Then we have a 3 hour Cantonese only class. Our teacher is AWESOME! She can always tell right when we are on the edge of a brain explosion. That's when she bares her testimony to us and encourages us by telling us about when she was first starting out on the language. She always makes me feel better. Especially when I feel like I am failing. The other girls just seem to pick things up really fast. Because I am a competitive person I don't like to think that people learn at different paces. Even if some people have had a couple years of Mandarin. Which isn't the same, but I'd like to think it helps them anyway.
 My teacher was telling me the other day when we had interviews that I need to ask for help. Don't feel afraid to ask. So learning Cantonese is stripping me of pride. It is also humbling to me. One of our elders- Wou Jiung Louh- was saying how maybe we all got our call to learn this language because we needed to be humbled. And it is true. I honestly felt that before coming to the MTC I could easily teach a lesson in English. I wouldn't need any help. But learning Cantonese, and trying to teach someone by myself would be impossible.
 I have to wholly trust in the Lord and trust that our investigator can just feel my spirit. I have never had to so fully rely on Him in that way. It is So hard. But it hurts so good. Everything about this place is hard. The language, getting up early, studying so much, never seeing the sun, but I know all these things will help me bring more people unto Christ. And that the reason I am here, RIGHT? I know that the Lord loves us, and wants us to return to Him. I am so grateful for the opportunity to be here and am looking forward to the week to come. I love you all so much!
Love,
 Dung Ji Moih
Sister Aldana
Shea