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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...........


Sunday, April 13, 2014

I AM FREE................

Good day to you!  I bless you with breakthrough, joy, peace, and oh so much more this day!  It is a  new day, the past is gone, and put behind me to stay.  I awoke today and wrote down my dreams. I pray as I seek the Lord for interpretation, that I will understand greater and greater the dream language I our lives. I dream a lot and know the Lord speaks a lot through dreams.
Today is wonderful and I got up had my bowl of cereal, got my binoculars and bible with me under the pergola in my backyard. I love the morning as well as outdoors. I open most windows every morning and even sleep with our bedroom window open often.
I have been watching some of Graham Cook Videos, here in a link to one of the several of his teachings.  This particular one is one of five and I still haven't completed the five and am so radically seeing stuff in a totally different way.    Living in our true identity/ Graham Cooke
Ok, back to sitting under my pergola and breakfast. I have quiet times with the Lord occasionally, but this a.m, I was discerning GOD/ABBA, not Jesus the Son. Anyway, I could feel Greatly/Intensely Him there standing directly in front of me, speaking to me.  I was praying (talking to HIM), and was apologizing for not realizing the error of my ways. AND all I was getting of HIM, was positive affirmation, of all the good I had done, that so many would have given up, and I hadn't. This went on for several minutes and of course this was intimate, so I won't share anymore. But the LOVE I am feeling is more intense than ever before.
I noticed the time, and realized  Glory of Zion (church in Texas), was on, so I got on the internet and watched it.  www.gloryofzion.org  It was awesome, and Dutch Sheets was the speaker of the day. He was teaching on Passover, and he was sharing, People, it is time to put the past behind you, it is time to cross over and just shared all the details most would not think of when it is time to cross over the River.  Tear down those memorials of the past and move on. After the service was done, I took my flags and went over to the park so as to dance/declare/etc  and did so.  I usually use flags, and rarely dance without them, but there are those times as well. I have done flags all over my yard as well.  Most of the time at church though. So this day is the end to much and the beginning to much more.
In closing, I am going to go and learn MORE about Passover and what one is to do, to eat etc!  A new day is here and it is time to embrace her.    Shalom~~~

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