For the month of December, we had a goal of baptizing two people. We had a handful of super promising people with baptismal dates scheduled for this month. We felt like we had done everything to help them out. As we looked back on our efforts, we felt like we held nothing back. One by one, everyone fell through. As the last week of December came, we had only one baptism.
So Sunday, we were in our last ward of the day, and we were feeling really bad that it was nearing the end of the month, we had tried our absolute hardest, we had fasted and prayed so hard and so diligently to hit our goal, but due to things honestly out of our control, we only had one baptism. It was super frustrating. We went into an empty room and prayed. Then we went on with the rest of our Sunday meetings.
After church, a family in our ward invited us to attend the baptism of their daughter. We have been working with their family a lot lately and had even had some missionary discussions with the young daughter to prepare her for baptism at the request of her parents. It was at the same time as the convert baptisms of the other missionaries. We got there, and the family immediately invited us to take pictures with them and we even had a small role in the program providing the music. During the baptismal service, both my companion and I realized that although this baptism wouldn't count as a "missionary baptism", we had still taken part in it. We taught her all the missionary lessons and now we were here with the other missionaries to watch her take that big step in her life. The family even counts us as their missionaries.
It was a very sweet, simple moment to realize that God was aware of our situation and our prayers had been answered - in His way. We had two baptisms in our area - we hit our goal - even though we're the only ones who know it.