Testimony Of Prayer to Aunt DawnL

Dear Clegg Family, Thank you for my very-last-stateside-letter. It feels so long ago that I was in the MTC. It truly has been the best experience of my life. HK is so amazing: There are so many different kinds of fruits and fish that I've never seen before and the buildings are so tall. Chinese is so hard to learn, but God really helps me learn it FASTER. Another funny thing about HK is that braided hair is really cool here. Every time I wear my hair in a braid around my head everyone says "Sai lai!. or hou leng! So cool, so pretty.

I must share a neat testimony with you to pass on to the rest of the family of the power of prayer:

Last Tuesday we went to the mission office for a meeting and on the way out the door to return home, my companion, Sister B and I both felt like we had forgotten something. We went back into the office and searched around... nope. Weird. We started walking slowly back out, convincing ourselves through talking that we had picked up everything we needed but we both still felt uncomfortable. We each decided that we should say a quick prayer. We kept heading toward the MTR and kept feeling odd, so we turned back again and decided to just start walking. The very next person we met asked us if she could have a Book of Mormon!! it was so amazing!

If we had been any earlier or had kept walking to the train we would not have met her. Her name was Kate and she was only in Hong Kong for one day. She was from mainland China and the people there have to come into Hong Kong if they hope to ever learn about religion, as it is prohibited on mainland China to worship any religion outside your own home.

She had only heard of Jesus Christ once before and so we taught her a short lesson right there

on the street!

I want you to know that I have a testimony that Heavenly Father wants to guide us and he wants us to help others learn about His gospel.

Love Sister Dia!!

If It's Going To Be Funny Tomorrow, May as Well Laugh Now

Dear Friends and Family,

Meet Sister Lee and Her Two Sons, Kyle and Kyle--that was a real introduction I heard this week.

It is Sunday night and I am lying on my mat contemplating the best way to describe and eat a chicken's foot, and I think I came up with some pretty good answers.

There are actually two types of Hong Kong chicken foot preparation: broiled/baked/fried and boiled. The first sort is infinitely more preferable to me than the second, as the first is actually very similar in texture to a very scrawny chicken wing and the second resembles more of a prickly skin bag wrapped around or filled with a thick snotty substance with tiny little bones swimming around inside. Oh, and I can't forget. WITH CLAWS.

The reason the first option is better than the second is because the first kind of chicken foot can be eaten by gingerly picking off meat and skin with your teeth and sliding the bone underneath the edge of your plate asap. The second option is much more all inclusive--one must first pluck off the claws with the teeth, and then suck all the snot and skin off the tiny little bones while thinking of your happy place...

I'm developing so much faith in my stomach acid here in HK.

We participated in a WATER FIGHT in Tai Wai with the leuih/lahm ching lings (YM/YW) on Friday. It was ridiculously fun AND we had a couple investigators, less-actives and recent converts there. We squirted each other with water guns for about 10 seconds...then moved to the hose and buckets. And then we pulled out the big guns--the water balloon catapults we had prepared beforehand.

Our leader, Bishop Mak is so fun--he was a gangster before he was converted in his 20's. He's the one who hosts a huge FHE at his house every single Monday night--and . He kinda reminds me of Bishop Anderson; I love him (them both!) so much! He is so good with our investigators--it's neat how much he radiates love and how comfortable it makes you in his presence. He can also, I've noticed, ask more of people because they know how much he loves them (even immediately--at first meeting!). I think that's how God works with us, so it's a fabulous quality in a leader (or a Dad, or Mom, or anyone, really).

My companion, Sister B is so wonderful--she sticks up for my food needs so well! On Saturday night members from MOS (the N family) wanted to chang us out last minute. We met them at the mall and they told us that we'd be going to (drumrolll........) PIZZA HUT! Ayiyaaah--Sister B really tried to convince him to pick somewhere else--anywhere else--but thinking it would be a real treat for the Americans, he reassured me that they could find me dak (ok) food there.

That was not a fun night--Pizza Hut in HK is more like Olive Garden or nicer in the US, and they used flour in everything. I don't know why that stresses me out so much, but it is really difficult for me to be a mah faahn (best translation... bother? to be a bother? or an annoyance?)

YET to know that pretty much everything I ate was going to make me sick later. It was much worse though to watch everyone else eating pizza for two hours or so while I sucked Sprite...) The whole time Sister B kept whispering--think how funny it'll be tomorrow!

I wonder if I probably have developed some kind of psycho problem being in China; Such situations really shouldn't stress me out that much. So I have the Solution!

Pray for Pizza Hut to suddenly go out of business in the whole of China!

OK, I know, I know, maybe that's too big. So pray for me to work through my food anxieties that have been building for about three years now :) I need to have more confidence. I must open my mouth, put my worries aside and be strong! I will be more powerful in my convictions that I JUST CAN'T EAT THAT! Ha! Good Practice for a Missionary!

Oh, yeah, Sister B is wonderful! That's what I am talking about. We have the most fun companion studies/discussions over dinner or at night ever---this last week we found a free Old Testament study guide at the mission home-- (Imagine such a phenomena akin to basically letting Ian loose in a GF pizza bakery).

Since then we've tried to figure out how old Daniel was when he got taken to Babylon, we've acted out Jeremiah's prophecies (he was so awesome! And hilariously caustic, who know?!), we've discussed atonement theory and Mosaic law and these conversations with someone so smart in the scriptures is wonderful.

I love her so much! She's also doing an English fast right now--[Going without speaking it?]

Ah, a couple days ago I bought a mango the size of a papaya. I think THAT this food may be the best way to describe Garden of Eden happiness (maybe I will use it as a metaphor when I contact--"Hello, have you ever learned about how you could have REAL happiness--mango-the-size-of-a-papaya kind of happiness?").

You know when Daniel gets taken out of the lion's den and then the king puts in the bad people and the lions gobble them up in a frenzy? That's pretty much what happened with me and the mango... I think there may have been mango on the ceiling...

I received a couple of letters in the mail at the mission office today; I'm so excited to read them! I haven't even had time yet to see who they're from, but one is a Dear Elder. At least one, I think...? Has anyone gotten Dad a wall calendar yet--the ones where you put a sticker on every day for your missionary? I think that'd be HILARIOUS ...and that he'd actually secretly use it.

AAAAHHHH I have to tell you more about Angel's baptism!!! She didn't come to church on that day YIKES-- she'd only come 2 times and you have to come 3 tiems b4 you get baptized. I called in a panic--she said that she just couldn't come. She has a son w/ a heart condition and her daughter couldn't be there to take care of him--absolutely no way she could be there, but that she was really looking forward to her baptism at 2.

Yikes!! So we had Chan H D, our ward correlator who also happens to be the mission president's 23 year old son, call Pres Chan--oh, but Pres Chan's in MACAU (like calling... Puerto Rico. From Florida. Sorta). So Pres. Chan says he trusts the judgement of the sister missionaries and that it's UP TO US (gulp!) if she's ready to get baptized or not-- yikes! So we pray and take Sacrament and this is all happening WHILE we're taking care of other investigators at church, and we pray some more and call her and talk to Bishop and finally decide that she is ready. And she comes to get baptized--just beaming, so beautiful, even wearing a dress!!! so exciting--and even has invited the member referral she knew who helped her learn about the church 10 years ago.

So she's in white, in the baptismal font, so exciting, the lahm ching ling (YM) does the prayer to baptize her---and then he starts lowering her, I swear inch by inch, into the font. What is he doing?! She's a good 6 inches taller than him, for sure, but ---oh, no. (this is so hard to describe without actions, but basically try to picture someone floating on their back and someone else alternately pushing down their shoulders and then their feet start coming up, so he starts pushing on her feet and her head starts to come up and he's had her under the water for what feels like at least 10 minutes and I'm as white as the wall behind me and the whole room is starting to swim and people are starting to shout cheut laih (bring her back out!!!) and he so does WHEW!

And we start over. Whew. Deep breathe. Prayer. Amen. ... then he does it AGAIN. aND THEN he does it... (drumrolll........) FIVE MORE TIMES. So basically, after 7 drowning/baptisms, Angel is finally baptized. And I think I aged about 30 years.

I was so stressed out.

And Yes, like Sister B always tells me, it was HILARIOUS... later.

lOVE YOU eVery One! sISTER dARCEY

Water Fight Hong Kong Style

We participated in a WATER FIGHT in Tai Wai with the leuih/lahm ching lings (YM/YW) on Friday. It was ridiculously fun AND we had a couple investigators, less-actives and recent converts there. We squirted each other with water guns for about 10 seconds...then moved to the hose and buckets. And then we pulled out the big guns--the water balloon catapults we had prepared beforehand.

Our leader, Bishop Mak is so fun--he was a gangster before he was converted in his 20's. He's the one who hosts a huge FHE at his house every single Monday night--and . He kinda reminds me of Bishop Anderson; I love him (them both!) so much! He is so good with our investigators--it's neat how much he radiates love and how comfortable it makes you in his presence. He can also, I've noticed, ask more of people because they know how much he loves them (even immediately--at first meeting!). I think that's how God works with us, so it's a fabulous quality in a leader (or a Dad, or Mom, or anyone, really).

Dearest Family and Friends:

First: Tell Brock that there IS indeed a light show in Hong Kong! (Click to see the light show). It's made up of a whole bunch of different buildings and goes off every night at 8 pm. I've never actually seen it from the island, but one of the buildings is right outside our kitchen window. A couple weeks ago we used our dinner hour to run the 20 flights of stairs in our building twice, and from the top you can see three buildings at once going off!!! Apparently it's really amazing from the island because everything's synchronized with music that they play on the Pier. Hong Kong is so amazing!

Second: Yesterday we found (and MADE) a gluten free brownie mix! Kowloon Tong/Sha Tin/where I live and serve right now is really amazing for GF food. It's seems really expensive ($52???) but then I remember that food is so cheap here (divide by 8... oh. more like $7). We spend between 25 and 35 on a meal normally (between 3 and 5 USD) and a super expensive meal (KOREAN BARBEQUE SO DELICIOUS) is still only 10 USD.

Third: Speaking of food, I've now tried octopus balls (pretty good, no complaints), squid (which wriggles when you put it on the grill... that was a shocker), pig ear (whatever... just put that on my plate. Great. Thank you), pig stomach (pretty good) and cow tongue (actually really good). My favorite thing I ate this week was... probably... eel sushi (we're not allowed to eat raw/real sushi so it was cooked!).

We had a kickoff dinner/planning meeting on Sunday night for our English EFY camp and Sister Black and I volunteered to make the food---GF CREPES. We have developed a lovely recipe on our dinner hours of about 1 c glutinous rice flour, 2 c rice flour, 2 eggs, vanilla, soy milk and water. They're DELICIOUS with peanut butter, bananas, flax, berries, mango, flax, chocolate sprinkles, nutella, flax, flax, flax... basically they're just an excuse to eat more flax... anyway.

So we brought everything we needed to the church and started about 45 min before the thing was supposed to start. We even brought our own pan because the church in Sha Tin/Tai Wai is not very well equipped (it was renovated about a year ago) (and we found a gecko in it last night... long story: actually really short story: I saw a gecko, the end! --in the CHURCH, not in the PAN).

Anyway. We mixed up A TON of crepe mix (used 16 eggs!!!) oiled our pan and turned on the stove. Now, HK has these things called "smart stoves" which means that the stove can sense what is ON it and thus, will turn off by itself once the pan is taken off (so the church doesn't, for example, burn down). Unfortunately, the so called smart stove didn't RECOGNIZE our pan.

No amount of testifying ("I know this pan is a true pan. I myself have cooked with it many a time and it has brought me great happiness and delicious crepes. You too can have these blessings in your own life...") would change this stove's mind.

SO we got creative--and tried cooking a crepe in the soup pot there at the church. Sizzling, scorched failure. OK, let's get MORE creative... and put our pan on TOP of this aluminum PAN!~ Nope. Still doesn't recognize it... At this point, MY most creative thought was either "first, we'll turn this crepe mix into a flea. A harmless little flea. Then, I'll put that flea in a box. Then I'll put that box in another box and then I'LL MAIL that box to myself and use MY STOVE TO COOK IT.." or "hmmmm....what else in the church gets hot?" It's so lucky Sister Black was there or the church really might have burned down.

So we tried double boiling CREPES ("I'll put our pot in another pot, and then I'll fill that pot with water, and when it boils HA HA HA, I'll turn the crepe OVER! IT'S brilliant, brilliant, brilliant! I say, GENIUS!"), which actually worked in the end. We also made crepe muffins and crepe... sorta like german pancakes in the oven... yeah, whatever. We were TRIUMPHANT, and IT WAS DELICIOUS.

Anyway... missionary work... tee hee. This week we saw Angel, who teaches us more than we teach her. She's getting baptized this Sunday at absolutely no credit of ours. A rock could've taught her the discussions and she'd still get baptized. And the ROCK would probably have a better testimony at the end, too.

Oh, I witnessed a beautiful experience last Sunday during Relief Society. LJM in Tai Wai was teaching--her husband is not a member but comes with her and her 3 year old boy, Gee, to church. Gee is pretty much the cutest boy on the PLANET and he really withstands well, all the spoiling that the ward would LOVE to force him into. (Yeah, Sister Darcey, that sentence made so much sense...) (OK, what I meant is that he really should be quite annoying since the ward spoils him silly) (but he isn't, he's still hilarious and very down to earth) (for a three year old) (I'm gonna stop now with the parenthesis).

Anyway. Leung JM was teaching a hilarious--as far as I could sic ting {understand}--lesson about how to love other people. She was in the middle of a gut-splitting story about Gee learning to love the hideous 150-year old lady next door who always spit on their door mat, because that's just what old people above 60 DO here, they SPIT ALL THE TIME, when her big sister walked in to the meeting late.

Now, I happened to know that this big sister was really special to LJM because she'd fed us lunch on Saturday and told us how she was reactivated--her big sister got in some kind of accident (sorry, wish I knew more Chinese and I'd tell you what kind), had to go to the hospital and asked her lil sister, basically with her last breath, to pray. LJM prayed and her sister was miraculously healed (sorry, the story's much better in Chinese/if I could actually understand Chinese tee hee)--but I still was totally taken aback by what happened next in the meeting.

When LJM saw her come in, she immediately flew across the room and flung her arms around her neck. LJM is pretty animated (if you haven't already figured that out) so I thought at first that this was an object lesson about how to love others--but she kept holding on. And started crying. Everyone in the room felt a little awkward--I mean, we are Chinese people, we don't do this lovey-dovey stuff, this is even weird by American standards--and HJM (the RS Pres) then stood up and explained.

On a side note: I've learned that every time HJM talks I might as well just tune out because I've come to the conclusion that she's not even speaking Cantonese--she's speaking lightningHJMlanguage--so I have NO CLUE what she said. Another side note, this is most unfortunate since HJM fellowships with us all the time (tee hee).

Meanwhile, LJM just kept holding on. It was so amazing--every particle of thought was bent on loving her big sister, she had no, zero, nada thought for what it would look like to a room full of other people. I realized, watching that, what the parable meant when it says, "he fell on his neck" and I think I learned, I understood a little bit better, about what the Lord means when he says, "Love One Another," and how much God loves us and wants to welcome us back into his presence. WOW!~

So I leave you now with the reminder that I love you... all. Sister Dia Darcey

P.S. Tell Peruvian Cousin Derick that I loved his dear elder (#2! One more letter already than I was expecting!!!) Who said that?

Lychee is in Season - And I Just Ate My Weight In It!

Ha Loh, = hello

Here is our Chinese lesson for the week:

aluminum foil = sehk ji

literal translation: rock paper

(I needed to learn how to say it to teach a FHE lesson at Bishop Mak's house using that "finding gold flecks" talk from Elder Ballard at Conference)Finding Joy through Loving Service

(go ahead and link it to my blog ma :)

I love the literality of Chinese!

One more Chinese lesson:

To lie, deceive, dishonest =gong daaih wah literal translation: to speak big words

OkOKOK One more I promise just one:

Be careful, carefully =siu sam

literal translation: small heart.

I find that English spoken by missionaries is hilarious--I was laughing AT them for a while and now, more and more often, I find myself joining their atrocious-English-speaking ranks.

(MOM: THE EDITOR: I have left the following unedited so you too can have an example of the grammar problem to which she refers.)

We are translate Chinese into English in our brains when we need switch in English, our English ends up with Chinese grammar and words we'd NEVER use if our...brains...were...working (example, we use "convenient," as in, "is that convenient or not convenient you?" because convenient's translation, "fong bihn" is all the time used in Chinese). Thus, we sound stupid in BOTH languages.

(This is Mom, Editor now again fixing grammar of the English major, so we in America can continue to read sensibly.)

Ahhh, it's another sweaty day in HK. Actually, I'm pretty sure it's getting hotter. Yes, you didn't think it was possible, but OH YES! THERE'S EVEN MORE! Just like your favorite infomercial advertises!

July in Hong Kong..."If you will make that telephone call now, we'll even give you more free! We'll pour pig's blood over your fish balls...!" I wish that were a joke...

But anyway, the work's going great. I admit I've always been a little skeptical when returned missionaries talk about how wonderful it was--and even a little irked when Brian wrote to me in the MTC that his last six months on his mission were the happiest of his life.

("Hey!" I thought, "You didn't know ME yet!" Gam yeuhng... um, gam yeuhng's translation is... "like that" or "you know what I mean").

BUT WOW. This work is the most amazing, the most mind-blowing awesome and definitely the happiest time of my life. I mean, no comparison. It's so easy to say. Not even a doubt--I'm so grateful for the years that have prepared me to be here and the accelerated growth and learning and humble-i-fying that I get to be a part of here.

Things like... a few days ago I called one of our families, the Chan family--to see if their baby had been born yet. Chan S. S. (Mr. Chan) held up gurgling baby to the phone saying, "Wah Je Je Leih Hou ah"= "Tell Big Sister hello!" and that is how I met Chan Yuen for the first time. Best experience ever.

Yesterday one of our newer investigators named Faahn (this lady was born another religion and has experienced answered prayers but has been out of work for 6 months and has run the gamut--drugs, alcohol, other things I didn't sic ting) finally walked up to our church, desperate for some reassurance that God was still there. She found the church by herself which is a pretty big deal because it's kinda hard to get to, and she listened to us. Faahn finally understood the Restoration. We read through Ephesians 2:19-20, Amos 3:7, Acts 8 and finally part of President Packer's conference talk (Ma, please stick it in here--that part about the apostasy and restoration in the middle).

An early revelation directs “that every man might speak in the name of God the Lord, even the Savior of the world.” ¹¹ The work in the Church today is performed by ordinary men and women called and sustained to preside, to teach, and to administer. It is by the power of revelation and the gift of the Holy Ghost that those called are guided to know the Lord’s will. Others may not accept such things as prophecy, revelation, and the gift of the Holy Ghost, but if they are to understand us at all, they must understand that we accept those things. Elder Packer-2011 Conference

As we finished reading, she looked up with a new light in her eyes."Oh," she said, (but in Chinese,) "Your church is here because God still loves us?" Best moment of my life. This keeps happening, it's amazing.

My testimony of prophets has been so strengthened this week--on the phone with Elaine (poor Elaine--she needs this so much, she's so disillusioned and sad and alone and can only see the evil in the world) she'd been regaling me with news stories about pastors committing crime and preachers abusing women and teens killing grandparents and drugs and evil and misery and filth when I finally burst out, "THIS IS WHY WE NEED A PROPHET. We know God loves us. We know He STILL loves us--and has there BEEN a time in the history of the world when we need His guidance MORE?"

I know God has called a living prophet to receive guidance for this Earth right now, and I know He has given this prophet the authority to help us make covenants--covenants that can change us from our selfish, prideful, miserable selves into something eternal and dazzling. C.S. Lewis mentions that if viewed on an eternal scale, our progression or degression means everything and this is how, eventually, we achieve our own heaven or hell. I believe that God gives us the opportunity to make real, lasting and life-changing covenants with him and I am seeing more and more and more while I'm here the need for them.

God is so amazing--he works with us where we are, yet expects far more than we can imagine for ourselves. He is patient and loving but requires our whole heart (Mom, stick in Elder Christofferson's quote about the God in the Hebrew scripture requires everything etc--from Conference).

"Sadly, much of modern Christianity does not acknowledge that God makes any real demands on those who believe in Him, seeing Him rather as a butler “who meets their needs when summoned” or a therapist whose role is to help people “feel good about themselves.” It is a religious outlook that “makes no pretense at changing lives.” “By contrast,” as one author declares, “the God portrayed in both the Hebrew and Christian Scriptures asks, not just for commitment, but for our very lives. The God of the Bibletraffics in life and death, not niceness, and calls for sacrificial love, not benign whatever-ism.”

Ahhh, overall and in spite of it all, I must say I had such a good week. I love being here. I am so thankful to everysinglepersonreadingthis for your goodness and love and service and prayers. Keep praying! Keep serving and keep trying and I know your faith will be rewarded.

:) :) LOVE SISTER DARCEY

ALL THE WAY FROM HONG KONG

P.S.

Please tell Cousin Cami I had a dream last week where we had a day off at the MTC so I went with her family to the beach (in... Utah?) and we swam with killer whales. It was terrifying, but really awesome.

Be Considerate to your Roomies: Do Not Rub Snake Oil Into Your Mosquito Bites Right Before Bed

Dearest Family and Friendlies,

I have very little time, but we're getting used to that, right? :D

This mission is so amazing. This week we found out that we're going to start a... get ready for it... ENGLISH EFY CAMP!! It will be for one hour a day M-F for three weeks, and it's going to be AWESOME. I always wanted to be an EFY counselor--and now I get to do it in CHINA, teaching ENGLISH at the same time.

AND Oh Yeah we make up the entire program. The mission president introduced a very basic outline to us (1/2 hour of activity, 1/2 hour of lesson and discussion based on For the Strength of Youth) and we get to plan the rest of it.

It's basically like trying to plan Girl's Camp in 10 days--and Oh, Yeah, and it's for NONmembers. WOOT! It starts the 11th and we're so excited--we had a district planning session yesterday morning and we're going to have names, and companies, and cheers, and a skit, and nametags, and we're going to play AWESOME games... I'm so excited. EFY for THREE WEEKS! Oh, and we're doing it again in August!!! So great!

Today I am grateful for my E.F.Y and Girls Camp Experiences!!!! Whew!

This week we met (I think it was this week?) Angel. Angel's name, unlike many Chinese people's English names, really fits--she has a son whose heart has been so weak from birth that he needs 24/7 care--so she's been providing it, 24/7, for 26 YEARS. She prayed every single night of that 26 years, asking for strength and help from God. She's been considering joining the church for about 10 years--she knew it was right because of a friend from high school's quiet, good example and happiness in family life after high school--and finally prayed that God would let her know if this was the right time. As she got up from her prayer, her computer beeped. Her friend from high school--to whom she hadn't talked in years--sent her a message.

Yup, it's the right time! So she started meeting with us and set a date to get baptized on the 17th of July. This is one of those instances of sitting in a lesson just awed at God's power and my own nothingness, really feeling like, "Wow, this lesson/her conversion has ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with me. I'm just the body sitting here that gets to experience this miracle!!" I am so grateful to be here. We taught her the plan of salvation on Tuesday, actually, "We

taught," Ha! Angel understands the plan of salvation so much better than me!

In (sorta) contrast, another investigator's progress has been much more involved with us and it's SO wonderful to see. This is Chan I think I've told you about her--she has a son who's sorta active and really likes war games and seems like the typical 19 year old jerk kid. I admit, the first couple times I interacted with him, I called him "a-ling, waste of skin" in my head. I am so, so, so wrong.

Sheesh! He needs so much love, and all I gave in those interactions--whether verbally or not!--was disdain. It's been beautiful to see how much she really loves him. Her husband, his dad, died when he was just three. Two times ago when we went over we asked him why he wouldn't pray with his mom--he said brusquely that he just didn't like showing his feelings. Oh, my heart just melts for their poor little family. Last night when we went over, we read Mosiah 18 with her (on her teaching record it said "not able to read"--we found out she just needs simplified characters and lots of patience) and I asked her if she wanted the blessings for her family described in verse 21. "Seung dak dou," she responded quietly (=want to receive=yes).

• 21And he commanded them that there should be no contention one with another, but that they should look forward with one eye, having one faith and one baptism, having their hearts knit together in unity and in love one towards another.

She then said she was willing to set a date to get baptized July 24th--oh, but then the loud, hilarious, (in a funny way) Chan was back and she started whining (she's so loud when she's whining, it's so hilarious) about how she was going to stop drinking coffee (we haven't even taught that WOW yet) and if she has to wear a skirt to church. She's so funny because she's so dramatic, but KNOWS she is, and laughs at herself the whole time... I just LOVE her. AND I love Aling, which is probably a bigger deal. Please pray for them.

Your Chinese lesson for the day: pedestrians = hahng yahn = (direct translation) walk people= why I love Chinese.

I love you all so much! I can't wait to hear about Ian's mission call (and Josh getting home!). And PS if you write "AIRMAIL" on your envelopes it only takes ONE WEEK for mail to get here! So fast! :)

LOVE,

Sister DIA Darcey bAAHK Jan Hei Ji Muih

AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY, IAN! I TOLD EVERYONE IT WAS YOUR B-DAY YESTERDAY! Isn't it cool that I got to experience your birthday BEFORE you tee hee heee. You are one of my favorite person in the universe today (right after Jesus). Have a great birthday. I will sing you the Chinese birthday song today. To... myself. Hopefully my companion won't hear me. :D