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Introducing Nicole Ramirez
Hello my name is Nicole and it mean victory of the people, victorious one, and it origin is from Greece.
I am a photographer, author, as well as an artist. This is my first posting here in my blog, and over the next season, i will share from several different subjects so as to encourage you.  One goal I have and intend to accomplish is to share the trials, traumas, and just hard times that i have come through, that i made it this far and you can too.
So, let me start with as i said above....  My name is Nicole. I am adopted and found out as i was raised by my adoptive parents, that my name was given to my by my biological dad. I was born in the 50's, and even though now in the 21st century, when i was growing up there was not one other Nicole i even met, heard of, be it in my life or on television. I never heard the name Nicole anywhere at all.
I was raised by Mr & Mrs Stickler, my adoptive parents, and they adopted another kid, this time a boy, and now i had a brother. We moved ever so much and so i never really got established in a neighborhood, all but for once. 
My dad acquired cancer and died of it when i was 11. We moved back to Pennsylvania, so he could say goodbye to his blood family before he died. After his death we came back to California, and settled in
San Diego County, the home of my moms sister.  We settled in an rural area of the Eastern County, and we stayed in one place, and it was nice to go to one school my entire high school years.
Of course i saw some cute looking guys, and sorta would follow them around. Another guy became aware of me, especially as i started to go to sports events to take pictures. I decided to take photography, for i needed credits to graduate, and that seemed different and maybe fun.  By the end of my junior year, i started dating this guy who was watching me. He graduated that year and 2 years later i then graduated.  He then moved and got his own apartment and i invited myself to move in. Within several months a very good friend of mine, had a dream, and because of the dream, she begged me to watch Billy Graham crusade that weekend on the t.v. (i had gone to his crusades growing up, and watched his crusades lots of times).  So the weekend came and it was December of 1977. I watched the crusade and ended up curled up on the floor crying at the end when the invitation to accept Christ was given. Well that very night, i couldn't go to bed with my boyfriend, i just KNEW it was not good anymore. So i slept in the walk in closet. Within the next week, i moved home with my mom. (she now only had a one bedroom apartment, and my brother had left home).  Within several months my boyfriend whose name was Charles, well he came to invite me out on a date once again, and shared with me he was saved now.  Within 5 months i was engaged, and we got married in June 1979.
I got pregnant nearly immediately and had a son in June of 1980 and named him charles as well. I now called my husband Charlie. The next 20 years were basically 2 more kids, who were boys, and several apartments too.
In 2002 my mom died, and within a year i started looking for my birth mom.  It was (I think) in 2005 that i found my birth dad. I found him for i had always known we had the new paper article in which it was shared the details of my situation..........
Details will be given in the next posting on my blog...........


Thursday, October 24, 2013

What Have you neglected in your walk?

What have you neglected in your walk? To everything there is a season and this season I believe we need to focus on what indeed GOD is speaking to us in regards to what needs attention to be purged in our life as well as what to water in our lives. I was saved as a teenager, and now i am over 50 years of age. I spent over 20 years studing the Word of God, using my Strongs Concordance; filled notebooks full of those studies. I went to Precept Courses to study, study, and study. About 10 years ago i left the church/faith i was in; (after about 20 years of stedfast attendance). I wanted more of God and I just couldnt find it in this church or faith. I started going to a penecostal church and after several years i was hit with something horrible. Let me share this now; I am adopted and found my birth dad during this season as well. What God was doing (i didnt know it then) was bringing up *^$*# from the past and with the help of my husband cast out demons that had been in me since who knows when. I was taught christians couldnt have demons. Ok, then i continued in the penecostal church but hadnt realized i really wasnt into the Word like i used be and slowly over the past few years, have nearly abandoned it. Yes i still read it occasionally but........ Last week my son was cleaning out his room and a few books he gave me that had been tucked away. 2 are about genrational curses. Yes i had "thought" i took care of this, but as i read the book, i could start to see, that well, one prayer wasnt going to do it. You know i am like a microwave person, i like quick easy methods....... So in the book there was a 3 page deliverance session, so i made a word document and sat in repentence as was directed. i meticulously wrote down every sin the Holy Spirit brought to my attention. This took me about 3 hours. Within 24 hours i was hit with what has hit me for the last years and even though once i still "blankedout" i had several more hits but didnt blank out at all. The next day, again was hit, and was quiet and still, and blanked out. So i havent been hit again since, but do know i will be. I have chosen to stand firm, and fight. Side note: i love LOVE my name that my dad who abandoned me as an infant; that it was my DAD/ABBA who named me NICOLE, Victorious one! Victory of the People, His ways have i kept and not turned aside. Job 23:11 www.behindthename.com

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