Some days it's just about getting through the day.
My prayers of late have been a lot of this:
"Please help me to be what he needs me to be."
"Please help me to say the things that will help him and not say things that will hurt him."
"Please help me to feel Christ-like love for him."
It has occurred to me of late, that Heavenly Father would not put me in a hopeless situation. Honestly, I feel that he would not allow me to be wasting my time with a soul that could not be saved.
Some days just finding faith in the path I'm on is all that I need. I cannot see the end of the road, but I know that this forest is where I'm supposed to be right now. Tripping over that rock, peeking around that next bend, sitting on the moist dirt and waiting for my family to catch up to me.
And sitting there, my patience grows. My love for life grows. As does my understanding that a desire for perfection and a goal of perfection still must be carried out in a messy, dirty, imperfect world. I think of my Savior, in His perfection, loving each of us in whatever state of imperfection we are at any given time.
And I can get through this day.