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.
Before you even notice, you will have settled. You will enjoy your Monday morning coffee and think it’s just what you needed to start your day. You will visit the library every Tuesday, hoping to find some new escape in a new book, just to get away from your life. You will eat lunch with your best friend every Wednesday, order the usual at your favorite restaurant, you’re satisfied. On Thursday you go for a walk around your neighborhood to clear your mind, and look forward to tomorrow. On Friday evening you think you’ve made it, so you reward yourself with delivery pizza and an alright movie you’ve seen more than six times. Saturday, there’s still a day separating you from Monday, so you’re fine. Sunday, you dread, dread, until you go to bed. Then it’s the same old routine, slowly getting through life, thinking you enjoy it, when you could easily learn to enjoy something else. How do you know what you need to get through the day is just coffee? Maybe it’s just telling yourself, hey, I can do it, there’s more to look forward to. Instead of living your life through books why don’t you go on an adventure and take a risk like your favorite fictional character? How do you know that meal is really your favorite thing at a restaurant when you’ve never let yourself taste something else? Is looking forward to the end of the week your motivation to actually get through life? If it is, why, when you’re just living the same old shit week to week, nothing will change. You won’t change. You think you’re happy, but couldn’t you be happier?
i.c. // don’t settle (via delicatepoetry)

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Let’s be honest, they were my cardigans first.

Become friends with people who aren’t your age. Hang out with people whose first language isn’t the same as yours. Get to know someone who doesn’t come from your social class. This is how you see the world. This is how you grow.
note to self  (via koreyan)

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liveasloved:

For the love of all that is good and pure, Tumblr. You suck at news, and you suck at it so bad that I feel it’s necessary to make a blog post about what’s actually going on here.

Before we start: I was born in St. Louis, and I’ve lived here my whole life. I’m white, middle class, granddaughter…

My dash is covered in posts about this event, and Alyssa’s post here is so, so freaking important. Before you reblog another photo of Ferguson, please read this and her follow-up post. 

heart-in-pilgrimage:

that moment when i can’t tell whether i’m just tired, just hormonal, or actually justified in being upset about a situation.

update: I was hormonal

what I didn’t get last night: enough sleep for the long first day ahead of me

what I have to get: over it.

My flesh hates prayer more than Bible study because Bible study can actually be used for my glory. I can know more than others. I can speak better than others. If I study well, i can speak in conferences. But no one will know about my life of prayer. I will gain nothing from men but I will gain much from God.
Paul Washer (via godmoves)

(via thoughtcollision)

If you had the cure to cancer wouldn’t you share it? You have the cure to death: get out there and share it.

Kirk Cameron

I always think of this when people say “Why don’t you just keep your Christianity to yourself?” That’s the most selfish thing I could do.

(via littlechristianthings)

Put another way: If you knew someone was about to drink a poisoned cup, wouldn’t you say something?

(via jarodthexrayguy)

thechristopherglen:

I run on Jesus, pizza, pop punk, coffee, and bad sleep schedules. 

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Hey world! This lovely little sister of mine turned 18 years old today! I’m slightly in shock, but more than that, I’m so proud of all her achievements so far and her continuing awesomeness in college. She’s basically the best, and she deserves the best birthday. Happy birthday Shrub. Mwwah!

pensivelyplayfulme:

stop-and-smell-the-dogroseflower:

STOP. SCROLLING. NOWWWWWWWWW.
The eraser on top is the Paper Mate Union Eraser.
I thought it wouldn’t work much, but… It erases ink.
And NOT JUST ballpoint pen ink, India Ink too.
If you make a mistake, this eraser can erase the whole thing and leave no trace AT ALL, although you do need to erase quite vigorously.
It’s only about 1-2 dollars.

The eraser pencil on the bottom is just that. It is an eraser that you can SHARPEN like a regular pencil. The brush on top is so that you don’t smear your art when you try to push off eraser crumbs. You sweep them off with the brush.
Even if you’re not an artist, signal boost please?
It’s a very cheap way to get around life.

Thank you so much for this

I need something to clean up mistakes in my calligraphy. This would be epic.

pensivelyplayfulme:

stop-and-smell-the-dogroseflower:

STOP. SCROLLING. NOWWWWWWWWW.

The eraser on top is the Paper Mate Union Eraser.

I thought it wouldn’t work much, but… It erases ink.

And NOT JUST ballpoint pen ink, India Ink too.

If you make a mistake, this eraser can erase the whole thing and leave no trace AT ALL, although you do need to erase quite vigorously.

It’s only about 1-2 dollars.

image

The eraser pencil on the bottom is just that. It is an eraser that you can SHARPEN like a regular pencil. The brush on top is so that you don’t smear your art when you try to push off eraser crumbs. You sweep them off with the brush.

Even if you’re not an artist, signal boost please?

It’s a very cheap way to get around life.

Thank you so much for this

I need something to clean up mistakes in my calligraphy. This would be epic.

(via naturgeist)

that moment when i can’t tell whether i’m just tired, just hormonal, or actually justified in being upset about a situation.

Fun, productive Friday night. #ilovecalligraphy

goodmorningshuttlebus:

Relient K:

  • is he singing about a girl or God
  • we just went from an acoustic song to screaming in 3.6 seconds
  • is this a different song?
  • no wait it’s the same song
  • wow this song’s 14 minutes long
  • wow this song’s 30 seconds long
  • we just went from screaming to whispering in 2.5 seconds
  • humorous song about dying alone
  • is he singing about God or a girl

(via joshtheyipper)

istillmanagetotrip:

me trying to flirt

GUYS GUYS GUYS 

James Roday & Maggie Lawson are in a relationship in real life. I HAD NO IDEA. I’m SO HAPPY!