Ultima Dominica

I couldn't help but feel somewhat saddened this morning knowing this way my last Sunday in Terni. I sat in the service torn between listening and praying for the unsaved people listening. I was given a handout like usual and knew the topic was salvation, so for most of the time I was just praying. To my right I could see Lorella listening, and my heart ached for her. To my left I could see Giovanna was bored as usual, and my heart ached even more. I've been here three months; I can't imagine how the Bloyds must feel.