It's going great here at the MTC. Sundays are amazing. It's so full of talks and lessons and relaxing. Even though we still study it just has a different feel to it. I'm learning a lot. I can almost pray in Hmong. I can ask basic questions like where are you from, my name is, what's your name, how big is your family, and few others. It's coming though. A district is a group of missionaries or Cov Tub Txib that you come to the MTC with. There are 6 of us Hmong speaking in the whole MTC. My companion and I work pretty hard. We could do better though. It's so much fun when you work hard and do your best that way you can't feel bad about anything. The Lord will take care of the rest. We get to do laundry today and go to the temple. I'm part of the MTC Choir. Mom and Dad, at any moment during anytime of the day I can cry on command. The spirit is so strong and you can't help but think about how much we're given. We were in sacrament meeting on Sunday and President Adamson told a story about the Martin Harris handcart company. The company had already made it to the Valley. after they were rescued, One day in Sunday school the teacher of the company started criticising the leaders of the companies. Why would they leave at that time during the year, why would they keep going when they saw how it was going to be? Why? The whole Sunday school class was just talking badly about these leaders and the people that were a part of it. In the back was a man. He was old. He couldn't stand it. He stood up and asked them if they were there? Did they know what it was like or how anyone who was apart the company felt? How dare they question the promptings of the leaders? He then told them that it was like nothing they'd ever experienced. He said there were times when he hadn't eaten for days children were dying. People were freezing. He'd wake up and look in the distance and tell himself he can only go that far as he pointed to a certain spot. He then explained that just when he could put one foot in front of the other the cart started to push him. He explained that it was the Angels of the Lord. I was very impressed with this story. Our ancestors went through similar things. I wrote down a few notes. What do we have to sacrifice? What are willing to give up? How strong is our faith? Can you imagine losing Haizlee, Peighton, or any little one because they froze or losing Dad from pushing himself so hard because he loves us so much? I cannot fathom the sacrifice. For this reason I feel obligated responsible and honored that I can give up my entire life for the service of the Lord. We have everything yet we lose ourselves in pride and worship vain things of the world. Where much is given much is expected. Our families have endless potential to do good. We're servants. Everyday. All day. This was our call. He didn't bless us with so much so we could waste our time. I really love you all. The service is great. If i'm doing the best that I can then the only hard part about a mission is missing you. My family. Thanks for being so great. Please hug and kiss the littles for me. Kuv paub hais tias txoj moo zoo tseeb. I know the church is true. Kuv hlub kuv tsev neeg. I love my family. K have a good week. Love ya.