Weight Watchers Update

I've lost 24.2 pounds!!! thats like......a lot! :)

Why'd I do that?

So, I had an extra earring in my car, and thought, "Hmm, what can I do with this?" I already had earrings in my first set of earring holes, and my second set of earring holes had closed up.

I looked around my car.

I spotted a thumbtack.

I now have a 3rd earring in my ear....and a really sore earlobe.

What a Week!

This has been some week, I tell ya. Let me give you the rundown:

(the following all occured on ONE DAY)

1. Set the alarm clock for the wrong time. Woke up late.

2. Heard on the radio that the highways were a mess and backed up because of the rain (which, come on - why do people have to drive like idiots because of a few drops of water....)

3. Left the house 1.5 hours early for work - to make sure I had enough time to get there (because of the idiot drivers)

4. Got to work in PLENTY of time - decided to make a stop to the store to get breakfast.

5. Came out of the store. My car is NOT where I left it.

6. OH CRAP

7. I locate my car - across the parking lot - where it had rolled into another vehicle.

8. OH CRAP

9. Assess the situation - driver of the other car is not in sight. I do the Christian thing - LEAVE THE SCENE! (sure, I was convicted - but I tried not to let that bother me...)

10. High tail it back to work where I discover I have lost my phone. Did I leave it at the store? Is God trying to make me do the right thing?

11. Drive BACK to the store - locate my phone in the shopping cart I had been using. Decide I should go to Customer Service and let the other driver know about the 2 inch mark I left on their bumper.

12. YAY - The other driver wasn't around.

13. Now I'm late for work.

14. Get to work - a button falls off my shirt and one is dangling dangerously... (not to mention I had ALREADY sewed two buttons back on that shirt that morning!!)

Wow, think thats enough for the week? Yeah, I did too. But then I was in the shower last night trying to get the conditioner to the top of the bottle so I could actually dispense the stuff - and being a large, heavy, slippery bottle - I lost my grip on it and it fell - no SLAMMED, full force - into my ankle ripping off flesh in the process....

Sorry its blurry..... the picture doesn't do this wound justice. I nearly lost consciousness due to the blood loss......well, maybe not - but it did hurt, and there was skin and stuff hanging off it.

Good times.

Hoping for a better week this week!! :)

Short Story

I know, I know - its been almost two months since I've posted.

Sorry.

I don't even have much to say, except I'm going out on a limb here. I wrote a short story. Really short. Just a few paragraphs, but want to share it with you. Let me know what you think. There are parts that might be confusing to you....I know what I meant, but you might not. :) (comment at www.onetimewithaimee.blogspot.com for my Facebook friends...)

He took into consideration every detail to make her perfect. Beautiful hazel eyes, wavy brown hair, and soft olive skin. He put in her a heart of mercy and a spirit of encouragement and when he was finished he stood back and gazed at what he had created. He loved her. He loved her not because of anything she had done or anything she would ever do he just loved her because she was his creation. She was His daughter and he was her Father. He would do anything for her. He would die for her.

He had knit her together in her mothers womb and she was born on a cool December night. He knew that by simply sending her into the world he created for her that they would be separated for a time. How he wished for her to know him. He had made her, after all. They had been together before. Did she remember? Would she know Him who had gone through so much. Would she ever know all that He had done for her? Would someone tell her about Him?

He was her king and she his princess. She was mighty. She was bold. She had the all of the kings power within her, but she didn’t know any of it. For there was another at work in her life. An enemy whose sole intent was to rob her of the power and purpose that the king had given her. Though she was created in the image of a mighty king, the enemy would have her believe she was not beautiful enough. Though the king had made her victorious in all things, the enemy told her she was defeated. She listened to the enemy’s lies, and though he had no power of his own – he had power over her. She saw herself an ugly, defeated mess. She was deceived. She believed the enemy.

She would never forget the day that she heard her Father’s voice for the first time. She thought it a familiar voice, though it was unlike anything she had ever heard before. It was comforting and loving and she wanted to hear him speak more and more. And speak He did. He spoke directly to her heart. He told her of his love for her and how beautiful she was. He told her that He wanted nothing more than to pour himself into her and love her and call her his own. He told her the story of when he created her. He told her she was fearfully and wonderfully made. It was as though she remembered Him somehow. She began to trust Him. She began to believe in Him. As she listened He asked for her heart. He asked for her life. What could she say? He was her Father. He was her King and she his princess. Her heart was His. Her life was His. She was back in the loving arms of her creator, her sculptor, her potter, her Father. There she would stay all her days.
2009 - Aimee Hamilton

His Grace is Enough

Ever come across one of those passages that you have read about a million times, but suddenly you get it. It happened to me today. Not that I didn't understand the passage before - I just needed to hear it today. :)

This has been one of those weeks. Its only Wednesday, and I'm ready for the weekend (okay, truth be told.....I was ready for the weekend on Sunday......). I don't really even have anything to complain about. I'm healthy, have food to eat and a roof over my head. I'm blessed. Sometimes, we find ourselves in situations we just don't want to be in. Sometimes other people cause us to be in those situations - sometimes we cause ourselves to be in them. But regardless of how we got there, we're there. I sort of find myself in a situation like that right now. One of those things I mostly brought on myself, and now I have to deal with it. The thing is I don't want to deal with it. I want God to take it away. I know he can do it. Its too hard to deal with. I'm sure God knows that, but for some reason he is ALLOWING me to go through this. At least now I think I know why...

This morning I really wanted to hear from God. No, I needed to hear from him. I cracked open my bible and turned to 2 Corinthians 12:

7To keep me from becoming conceited because of these surpassingly great
revelations, there was given me a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to
torment me. 8Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. 9But
he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in
weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so
that Christ's power may rest on me. 10That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight
in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For
when I am weak, then I am strong.

Now, I've read this passage lots of times. Hundreds probably. I've heard songs written about this verse. But, I'm telling you, when I read this today - I understood it. I overwhelmingly felt God, the God of the Universe come to me and say, "Aimee, I know this is hard. But trust me, MY grace is enough for you. It really is. You are weak right now, but it is because I want to make my power perfect in you."

His grace is sufficient.

His grace is all I need. Its all you need.

His power is made perfect in my weakness. Its when I'm weak that I am strong, and not with strength that is my own - but because his power is being made perfect within me.

Am I still in the same situation I was before? Yes. Does it still suck? Yes. Will I get through it? Of course. Its not even that big of a deal, in reality. It is to me though, and if it is to me, then I know it is to God. He felt like my friend this morning. His grace really is enough.

Weight Watchers...again

Okay folks. Its Saturday. Weigh in day. Ate late last night. Evidently, that didn't matter - I still lost 5 lbs! Whoop Whoop!! (that was me, tooting my own horn.) So to celebrate, I went out and got my hair done.....and yes, Elaina.....my eyebrows waxed. Pics will be uploaded soon! :)

Weight Loss - Update

5.6 lbs. Not too shabby, eh? :)

Weight Watchers....round 2

Okay, I'm doing it again. Yesterday, I went back to Weight Watchers and am going to start their program....again. But this time - I've got help!

I started Weight Watchers yesterday. I put most of the 32 pounds that I lost last year back on. So....I'm not where I started....but I'm close.

Three friends from church are going with me, and we're going to be encouraging each other and spurring one another on.

.......anyone got a twinkie?

Inked

I did it.


Means God is my Deliverance/God is my Refuge



There is WAY more to this story though. Let me start at the beginning.

So, I knew I wanted to get inked. I knew I wanted it to be significant and have profound meaning (if to no one else but me). I love Hebrew script. My first idea was to get the name of God in Hebrew. But since God has, like a million names, which one would I choose? Okay, so then I thought, what has God done for me that I want to monumentalize in a tattoo? Again, thats like a million things. Then it hit me. In the past year God has delivered me from something that I had been struggling with for 13 years. Thats it - I wanted something about God delivering. Well, not speaking Hebrew or knowing anyone that does - I was hard pressed as to where to begin looking. I found a website, Hebrew4Christians.com (which is a pretty cool website, anyway) and it has many names of God in Hebrew script, but nothing I was looking for. So I pulled out my old Strongs Exhaustive Concordance, and found palti'el: God is my Deliverance. I copied the miniscule script from the back of the book (seriously, it was no more than 2 mm big) and I placed my faith in my extensive knowledge of the Hebrew language that #1. What I wrote on my paper was actually Hebrew and #2 that it meant God is my deliverance. So, with paper in hand I pick a tattoo place out of thin air and hop in the car. Who knew you had to make an appointment?
Not me. Anyway, the girl who is making the appointment takes my paper back to one of the tattoo artists and a few minutes later comes out and says, "She wants to see you." Okay. So I go back there. The artist, Jen, says, "So, what does this say?" I tell her God is my Deliverance. She says, "Yeah, sort of." I'm thinking, what do you mean sort of..... So I'm real quiet. She says, "Well, I'll double check with my dad, He is an Israeli, just to make sure that you've got it right."

Okay, time out.

I happen to pick out a tattoo place, that happens to have a tattoo artist who knows Hebrew and whose father happens to be a Hebrew speaker? You have GOT to be kidding me.

So, I can rest assured - God is my deliverance is, in fact, what has been permanantly inked on my ankle.

p.s. Don't tell my mom....she doesn't know about this yet.........

Nerd.

So I picked up some friends of mine at the airport last night. While I was waiting for their flight to get in, I parked in the cell phone lot for a few minutes. I had had a long day and thought I could use a little rest, so I leaned my seat back and kicked my feet up.
A few seconds later I hear someone honking, and I'm assuming its at me cause all they could probably see in my car was my feet sticking up over the steering wheel. Maybe they wanted to make sure I was okay. I just didn't know. Then I realized......it was ME honking.

Nerd.