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.

I have 40+ student essays to grade, so I cleaned my room, mailed out some thank you notes, stalked the entire #certainlittlewedding tag, and freaking started journaling.

I don’t journal.

That’s how much I’m putting off these essays. It’s bad, y’all.

So my birthday isn’t until Tuesday, but I’ve been reflecting on this twentieth year of my life, and I have to say… it’s been really, really good.

At this time last year, I was just about to leave a damaging relationship and start living my life. Since then, I’ve traveled to more US cities than I can keep track of, graduated college, started grad school, taught my first group of students, improved my dancing tenfold, developed a much better relationship with my family, moved into my first non-dorm place, and I’ve just had a really good life.

Wow. What a year. I can’t wait for what’s next.

Today, I am sick and impatient, and I very precariously teetered on the line between too strict with my students and just stern enough.

And who knows where I landed. 

I appreciate your prayers, friends. :) I’ll let you know how it goes!

I had a 7:30 meeting and I worked all day after that, but I got home at 7 because I was too tired to keep working and I’ve spent the past two hours stalking education blogs and watching The Mindy Project while eating Cheerios in my bed.

If you’re gonna email me and tell me you’re thinking about dropping my class and testing out of it instead, maybe use proper grammar in that email.

Just a thought.

In my Timehop today, a status came up about the middle school small group that I led 4 years ago.

And I can’t stop thinking, “Who the hell put a 17 year-old in charge of some of the craziest girls on this planet?”

But man, they were awesome.

has been 110% about my own mental health. 

I turned in two grad school papers and a presentation and taught a mentally challenging lesson to my freshmen. 

So this weekend, I’ve gone swing dancing three nights in a row and I’m dancing bachata tonight. And I’ve gotten home super late, so yesterday and today I slept past 10:00 and stayed in my room hiding in my bed most of the afternoon watching dumb comedies and eating Nutella. I haven’t touched any homework and I’ve only replied to important student emails, and tomorrow’s 7:30 meeting is gonna suck but this weekend has been so good for me.


Milkyway Over Utah

(via utah-love)

Health has won the battle tonight. Kale chips are my study snack of choice.

… and I might have snuck a few spoonfuls of ice cream too.



Need to remind myself of this.

Wait for the Lord; be strong, take heart, and wait for the Lord. -Psalm 27:15


Every teacher.  Every day.

(via edukaition)

What if education wasn’t first and foremost about what we know, but about what we love?
James K.A. Smith (via blakebaggott)