A few thoughts...

My grandma likes things done her way and on her schedule. It is and always has been part of her personality, and there's not necessarily anything wrong with that. But it requires a lot of patience and understanding from me. Patience is one thing I ask God for numerous times throughout the day, and I have wonderful friends that keep me in their thoughts and prayers.
Last night my friend Becky made a comment about praying "dangerously". In essence she was saying "be careful what you wish for, God might just give it to you". I realized that in praying for patience I'm essentially asking God to give me more situations where I can use the patience He has given me. It doesn't necessarily get easier, but I'm more able to handle it.

I was driving down the street thinking about my mom's difficult work situation - working with people who are less than pleasant - and listening to Jeremy Camp sing:
Nothing I can do
Nothing I can say
Can make you love me more
Your love remains the same.
I know my pride sometimes gets the best of me and I think...not really that I'm a better person, but that I have an edge because I know and love God. But that isn't true.
God doesn't love me more because I pray or read the Bible or go to the "right" church. He loves me because he created me, just like he loves the person who cut me off in traffic, because he created them.

Last night my friends and I prayed and lifted up the state of Utah and all the people in it to God. I get so discouraged sometimes because these people are so lost and it seems so impossible to reach them. I decided that it's God's responsibility. Only He can change people. That doesn't mean that He can't or won't use me as a tool, but it's His work, not mine.