Author: Carissa Jones

I am a self-proclaimed sucker for clickbait, those articles or stories with 57 ads included and a...

December means Christmas music in my house. The endless variety lends itself well to my eclectic...

We’ve all had those days—running late for work because everything that could go wrong that morning...

“It was the perfect house, whether you liked food or story-telling or singing, or just sitting and...

I recently participated in a podcast about the International Mission Board’s Journeyman program,...

The groans of creation that started in the garden with Adam and Eve seem to grow louder with every...

My first job was working as a farmhand for my grandparents, a position I held all through high...

If you know me well, you probably know that my life has been a unique combination of thoroughly...

Divine irony—the barren giving birth to a nation, a donkey shaming its master, a pregnant...