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Name: Courtney
Country: United States
Birthday: 11/12/1976
Gender: Female
Interests: spending time with my handsome husband, loving my son, going out with family and friends, hosting parties, cooking, flower gardening, and hanging with my two yorkies, Teddy and TJ.
Expertise: You be the judge of that. By profession, I am a psychologist. I currently work with adult with MR/DD, but my special interest is working with children and families.
Occupation: Licensed Psychologist
Industry: Mental Health
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Website: visit my website
Yahoo:  clmceuin@yahoo.com
Member Since:
12/31/2005
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| Check out my photos to see the latest pics of Baby Girl McEuin!
~courtney | | |
| It’s been a long time since I have actually blogged. I’ve sort of eased into facebook life where I can keep up with friends with no pressure to blog or decorate my blog space.
What has happened since March…
- Passed my state licensing boards in psychology and officially practice solo
- Found out on May 8th that we are expecting baby #2
- Had our first ultrasound on June 3rd. 162 BPM, and baby #2 is due January 10th
- On June 24th, heard baby #2 heartbeat (155 BPM)
- Hasten lets his Papa know that the baby is a girl, not a boy!
- On July 25th, felt baby #2 move for the first time
- Found out on August 21st that baby #2 is a girl and healthy (165 BPM)
Will post an ultrasound pic when I get around to it.
~courtney | | |
| Well, the day came and I can now say it is over. I sat for my state board of psychology oral exam yesterday morning. I won't have my results until next week. It was nice to leave and feel rather confident that I passed.
I feel like a lot of the wait and stress is gone. What a nice feeling. I actually got to spend time with my family yesterday and not feel hear the guilt message of "you need to study" that has loomed in the back of my mind for the past 3 months.
Toodles. I'm off to make yummy banana pancakes. As Hasten would say, they are "yummy"!!!
~courtney | | |
| BY ROBIN WILLIAMS NO LESS
This is one of the best explanations
of why God allows pain and suffering
that I have seen. It's an explanation
other people will understand.
A man went to a barbershop to have
his hair cut and his beard trimmed.
As the barber began to work,
They talked about so many things
and various subjects.
When they eventually touched on
the subject of God, the barber said:
'I don't believe that God exists.'
'Why do you say that?'
asked the customer.
'Well, you just have to go out in
the street to realize that God
doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists,
would there be so many sick people?
Would there be abandoned children?
If God existed, there would be neither
suffering nor pain.
I can't imagine loving a God who
would allow all of these things.'
The customer thought for a moment,
but didn't respond because he didn't
want to start an argument.
The barber finished his job and the customer
left the shop.
Just after he left the barbershop,
he saw a man in the street with long,
stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed
beard. He looked dirty and un-kept.
The customer turned back and entered
the barber shop again and he said
to the barber: 'You know what?
Barbers do not exist.'
'How can you say that?'
asked the surprised barber.
'I am here, and I am a barber.
And I just worked on you!'
'No!' the customer exclaimed.
'Barbers don't exist because
if they did, there would be no
people with dirty long hair
and untrimmed beards,
like that man outside.'
'Ah, but barbers DO exist!
What happens is, people
do not come to me.'
'Exactly!'-
affirmed the customer.
'That's the point!
God, too, DOES exist!
What happens, is, people
don't go to Him
and do not look for Him.
That's why there's so much pain
and suffering in the world.' | | |
| It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through.
Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn't see some rain soon...we would lose everything. It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort ... trying to be as still as possible.
Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches; thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour: walking carefully to the woods, running back to the house.
Finally I couldn't take it any longer and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen...as he was obviously doing important work and didn't need his Mommy checking up on him). He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not to spill the water he held in them ... maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site.
Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him...he didn't even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground; obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand. When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree.
I followed him back to the house to a spigot to which we had shut off the water. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his little back. And it came clear to me: The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn't ask me to help him. It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him.
His little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not wasting," was all he said. As he began his walk, I joined him...with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, other drops...and more drops...and more suddenly joined them. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with pride.
Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. Those miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can't argue with that... I'm not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm...just like the actions of one little boy saved another.
I don't know if anyone will read this...but I had to send it out. To honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon... But not before showing me the true face of God, in a little, sunburned body.
*~THAT'S GOD ~*
Have you ever been just sitting there and all of a sudden you feel like doing something nice for someone you care for?
THAT'S GOD! He speaks to you through the Holy Spirit
Have you ever been down and out and nobody seems to be around for you to
Talk to?
THAT'S GOD! He wants you to speak to Him.
Have you ever been thinking about somebody that you haven't seen in a long time and then next thing you know you see them or receive a phone call from them?
THAT'S GOD! There's no such thing as coincidence.
Have you ever received something wonderful that you didn't even ask for, like money in the mail, a debt that had mysteriously been cleared, or a coupon to a department store where you had just seen something you wanted, but couldn't afford.
THAT'S GOD. . He knows the desires of your heart. .
Have you ever been in a situation and you had no clue how it is going to get better, but now you look back on it?
THAT'S GOD! He passes us through tribulation to see a brighter day.
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