To live with all my might, while I do live

Psalm 84:5
Blessed are those whose strength is in you,
whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.

Yes, hello. I'm Carissa Joy.

Welcome to the place where I bare my soul.

I am: a twenty-something senior at Liberty University, a missionary kid from Utah, a born and raised Californian.

I love Jesus, scarves, dancing (badly), my teddy bear, and YOU.

All I want to do is make it through life fulfilling the purpose God has set out for me.
And I believe He has called me to a very high purpose.

I just don't know what it is yet.


So I just got this app. It’s pretty cool, you take your phone with you when you run, walk, or bike. This app tracks your miles and donates to a charity of your choice (and boy, do they have quite the list) based on how many miles you do. ( $.25/mile for walkers & runners, $.10 a mile for bikers.)

(via everyfiredies)


I can’t wait until I have enough money to get a tattoo on the front of my thigh because then I’ll be able to take pictures of it in the bathtub and start drinking tea and date a boring guy with a big beard who loves seven inch records and ignores my needs. 

I should have used this as an example of a slippery slope when I taught logical fallacies yesterday.

(via trs6)

Had breakfast at a downtown restaurant with my boyfriend, Bojangles with one of my roommates for lunch, pizza with all my roommates, and a cookout shake during game night.
Let it not be said that I didn’t eat well and with quality people today.

Doctor Who Yahtzee.
That’s just how we roll.

Starting in on hour 11 of my Friday workday.

Fun fun fun fun…

Looking forward to the weekend.

Yesterday, I emailed my classes asking for suggestions for our pre-class playlist and one of my students replied suggesting the band For Today (a Christian metal band). 

Now, he actually does like For Today, but I caught on that he was trying to troll me and make his innocent English teacher think he listens to devil music.

Coincidentally, it just so happens that For Today is one of my favorite bands.

So the look on his face today when I played the song he recommended before class was priceless…

But not as priceless as the moment I showed him my autographed poster and explained to him that I’ve been to For Today shows and moshed in three different states.

The song “Classic” by MKTO makes me want to dance so hard.

I’m in my cubicle listening to it right now and my shoulders be gettin’ it on right now.

The amount of hurt and grieving in the small sphere of people who affect my life has been unreal this weekend. So many deaths and so much anxiety and hurt. It is just crazy to imagine all the pain represented by the 400 students in the classes that I and my coworkers facilitate, and the people who cross my news feed. I don’t know guys. It’s just a lot.

The great hindrance in spiritual life is that we will look for big things to do. ‘Jesus took a towel…and began to wash the disciples feet.’
Oswald Chambers (via nonelikejesus)

(via bornofthespirit)

I’m that girlfriend who goes to see her boyfriend preach but doesn’t eat breakfast, so her stomach growls extra loud during a sincere moment in the sermon.

I’m so proud of David for doing what he feels called to do and for always giving God the glory with his talents. I loved hearing him preach this morning at his friend’s church.


Yesterday I played 50s swing music as my students were coming into class.

Tomorrow, I think I’ll play Pop Goes Punk.

Just to keep them on their toes.

With the exception of a few boys who think I’m really freaking cool now, nobody appreciated my pop punk playlist. 

And my boss came in during a heavy hardcore breakdown.

And it was awkward.

Most of the time, it’s really fun to live in a house full of Whovians, and really practical to live with people who conserve energy.
But tonight, I attempted to go down into the basement to get my laundry with just the single overhead light bulb and my dim flashlight guiding my way. I only made it halfway down the stairs and turned around because I was too scared of the dark, and as I closed the door to the basement, I saw this.
But it’s okay, I didn’t need to sleep tonight.


If you ask an English Major to read over your essay and they give you this look


Don’t take it personally.

English majors write. We write a LOT. And we are damn good at it, so we understand if we’re the ones you go to for help.

But keep these in mind:

- We can…

Yesterday I played 50s swing music as my students were coming into class.

Tomorrow, I think I’ll play Pop Goes Punk.

Just to keep them on their toes.