The Fighter

Many of you have read my Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr posts regarding my Aunt Laura. I thank you for your thoughts and prayers.

At age 56, she fought a long and trying battle with cancer. And although it hurt to see her leave, I strongly believe she was ready. 

Cancer wasn't her only battle. My Aunt overcame poverty to become a professional dentist in Mexico City, she also raised a daughter all on her own, but what I loved most about my Aunty was her sense of humor. 

I remember an old friend once asked her how she was doing and she replied with "Oh, I'm fine. I just have cancer." It's not easy to find humor in that response but if you knew my Aunt, you'd laugh too.

I'm really going to miss her, but I'm sure I'll see her in heaven. Cancer might have won this battle, but Jesus already won the most important one. 

Many of you might be going through a similar situation or know someone who is/has. I encourage you to live with hope and keep on fighting! 

XO, 

Pris

I Don't Want to be the Captain of My Destiny

Have you ever had trouble sleeping because the infamous "Who am I?" and "What is my purpose?" questions circle and bounce around your head? Well, I have.


It might be surprising to those who know me personally because I've always been the type who knows what she's doing, when I'm doing it and why. I guess we all have our moments. 


I thought I had my whole life planned out, but lately I've wondered if my plans fit what God wants for me. 


I don't want to be the captain of my destiny. I want God to be in command.


I know that as a Christian my mission is to bring people to Christ. Well, I want everything I do and everything I am to tailor that mandate, including my career.


It might take some time for me to figure it all out, but I trust in the Lord.


As for now, I'll continue working hard and praying fervently. 


I leave you all with this quote: “Though we may not be able to see His purpose or His plan, the Lord of heaven is on his throne and in firm control of the universe and our lives.” -Max Lucado


XO, 
Pris