Carrie Cotton

Just a Girl In The World Sharing The Ups and Downs of a Messy Life

It’s a topic that came up in church service last Sunday and I’ve been sitting with it ever since. Do you know your purpose? I don’t believe I ever lived with purpose until I started going to church and working on a relationship with God. I never questioned it.  Maybe it’s something that comes with …

Continue reading

I tell myself I’m being dramatic when I see a post like that and agree with it.  Trauma lingers.  Maybe for some. But not for me. I tell myself,  “I don’t have PTSD – that’s for people that went to war.” Truth is.  Maybe I do. My sister n law has mentioned it, in the …

Continue reading

I used to tell myself, that if a certain “thing” happened, I would never survive. I used to tell myself if a certain “thing” happened, I would NOT tolerate it. I would not forgive it. I would not be able to go on with my life. Yet, here I am. Living and breathing.  Going on …

Continue reading

Oh I had it bad. As Joyce Meyer calls it – a case of “stinkin’ thinkin’ “. I was totally caught up in the negative. It didn’t take long either.  A quick comment from a friend that came across as negative and judgemental toward me, in an awkward situation where I was already feeling unsure …

Continue reading

There’s a quote I love that says “God is up to something or the devil wouldn’t be fighting you this hard.” I think God must be up to something really big, because it feels like the whole universe is against me. My sixteen year old pushing boundaries, just being a teenager who wants to do …

Continue reading

It’s coming. I can feel it in my soul.  I feel it everywhere. That date on the calendar that I absolutely dread. July 14th. It’s just a date. Nothing special, but to my family it’s the day everything changed. Even if I don’t acknowledge it, my heart remembers. And it’s hard. It’s the day my …

Continue reading

I caught myself staring at my legs recently.  More accurately, the vericose veins that decorate them like a road map. “Uggg.  I wish I could get rid of these. “  Then I remembered, my mom had them too. It’s a way of feeling connected in some strange way. I still wished they weren’t quite so …

Continue reading