Time flies! It has been more than a month since I left home for the MTC.This week has been rough, but I can tell that we did so much better than our first two weeks. I didn't knock on more than 3 doors for the first two weeks because I was scared to death. I jumped whenever I heard people coming to the door. And my brain went blank also. So I didn't say a word unless the person could only speak Mandarin. For the past week, we had a goal that we had to take turn in knocking on doors! I knew I had to do it. If I didn't knock on doors, what was the point to serve a mission? So we tried. I was so scared at first, and I just prayed in my heart that I would know what I needed to say when someone opened the door. And I did say something but I just didn't know what I was saying. My companion said I did a good job even though that person didn't show any interest in learning more about the gospel, but I told her that I didn't even know what I had said. All I know is that we can be led by the Spirit if we ask for it. I think I'll never feel comfortable with talking to people on the street or knocking on doors, but at least I'll not hesitate to do so out of fear. I know that everyone needs the Gospel. We as missionaries are here to offer them the restored Gospel, but people have their agency to choose whether to accept or reject our message. My former Mission President assured us that there are thousands of people who are ready for the Gospel. It's still hard for my companion and I to imagine that since we couldn't find anyone to teach for the past 3 weeks. But I know that we wouldn't be here if nobody is going to listen to the message we have.