You may remember my dream from last week telling me to read my Patriarchal blessing. I'm glad I did.
We met a man named Joe. He was on the phone but wanted to talk so he invited us in. when he got off, he told us that almost an hour before, he had been with his lawyer and signed a stack of papers which would save him from 2.8 million dollars of debt (an aquaintance who was the head of a bank broke company policy to save his hide, another miracle) as well as keep a nasty guy who kept threatening him away. We were there for literally two hours while he told us stories about his life, we talked for maybe 15 min to tell him a story about nephi in 1 ne 3:7. Everything else was all him. Told us we were an answer to a prayer. He just needed to talk and vent. Awesome guy, I really want to go back and check on him.
Also, there is a Russian couple who have been coming to church for the past 5 weeks. The member who brought them finally let us teach them. Alex and Maurina are scheduled to be Newmarket South's (my area's) first baptism on june 23rd. That's exciting eh?
Saturday night, after dinner, we were headed out to tract a neighborhood. On the way there and when we got there, I had just an aweful feeling that something was not right. Whether it be with what we were doing or maybe something bad had happened back home... I didn't know, something just felt wrong and made me want to sit on a bench so I could think about it and pray a little. which Elder Binford was more than willing to let me do, but I'm stubborn and figured that I could pray between houses so I could keep working. We ended up talking to a lady who was "spiritual" but didn't believe in organized religion or in a need for a savior. If Elder Binford didn't like to talk so much, I would have exploded at her. she was frankly.... Dumb. Kept telling us to come back in 20 years when we've matured so we can have an open mind and talk sensibly. Talking to her definitely did no good other than to strengthen my testimony in a need for a savior and a love for Him.
Sunday came, bad feeling was still there, accompanied with a thought that had been there as long as the feeling had. "My mission will end soon and unexpectedly." I was able to get enough control over the thought to put my head down and get to work and as the day wore on, I talked about it to Elder Binford as well as Ali Kazazzy. They are such great friends. Definitely a blessing. They helped my force the feelings and thoughts away by convincing myself that someone *ahem ahem* was messing with me.
So, that is basically our week. We did a lot of teaching, but that's most of the spectacular stuff.
My mission area is so cool. Toronto really is a melting pot for all cultures. We've met people from every mission that any friend or relative has ever served with. Polynesians, Indian, Iranian, Iraqui, Russian, Brazillian, Californian, Arizonan. And then some...
I love you all and hope that everyone is well and that someone really was just messing with me.
Love,
Elder T
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