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 …

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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 …

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I made chili today and as silly as it sounds, it took me back in time. My mom used to make chili with tomato soup and kidney beans. She used to TRY and add onions, but some of her kids (namely ME) were super picky and would make a fuss if they even thought there …

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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 …

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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 …

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Watching the waves tonight at the beach was mesmerizing. Strong. Powerful. Forcing their way onto the shoreline. Wave after wave. Releasing it’s mighty strength, building up with a mighty roar, before crashing against the sand. Powerful. Yet peaceful. Alarming. Yet calming. The sound draws you in. It comforts, but keeps you alert, wondering what danger …

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I spend so much time staring at this picture. On the day my world was rocked to the core, I find myself staring again.  29 years ago half my family was killed in a car accident.  29 years ago, and this date still has the ability to shake me. 29 years ago, a Saturday.  My …

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