Soooooooooooooooooo, much has been happening be it in the spiritual side of my life and I thought it was just the physical side of life. I have read ever so many books in my life, and here in this last season the Lord has been prompting to read not only specific books, but just READ some books. So I picked up re-ordering your day by Chuck Pierce, and though it was written several years
ago, it is for today in ever so many ways. I have been awakening at night, and just DON'T want to get up, but last night did, and ended up sleeping the rest of the night on the couch. The first hour, I was praying, and I think declaring. I only was finishing the 2nd chapter and twas on my heart to start over again, for there were tidbits of glorious/revelational information, and yep I found them. HERE is the first one: We all have senses, and God speaks as well as does the enemy, but, BUT, we can discern ever so much through our senses; be it good/evil.
So often I get pain in my body, and when I was in the nursing profession, there was a term called signs/symptoms. Holy Spirit has been giving me many signs/symptoms and yet has been communicating to me, that I don't have the condition of those signs/symptoms. Does that make sense to you? I then noticed on my Facebook wall, another woman was having this same situation, in her life. She was having pains, but not the condition. The Lord let her know as well, the same thing, but with more clarity. She was to be praying for someone as she felt those pains. Now this is where the blessing of speaking in tongues comes in. So often we "might" not know what to pray, but know TO PRAY. "lol"
Let's move on to color and leave the pains behind. Has a color ever gotten your attention, or maybe you didn't realize that it was the color till the end of the day. Example, you saw a yellow car, that really got your attention. Later while shopping you were drawn to some beautiful yellow roses, and bought them. Coming home you noticed a woman wearing some beautiful yellow clothing, and then after coming home you picked up the mail and received some mail with a yellow envelope. Many Christians don't realize that God speaks like this. WELL? How many times do we say God never speaks to me. ONE, we need to learn the language of our God/Creator.
Soooooooooo, Yellow can mean a multitude of things, and most of the time it means either joy or fear.
Again let me share something of great importance. So many go to school/college for years JUST to learn, Learn, LEARN. But how many of us really try and LEARN how to understand and converse with Our God.
Most colors usually have two basically meanings, and then there are times that let's say yellow was a color that when growing up you noticed, and it was the color of maybe your bedroom/linens. Maybe the Lord is showing you HE was there when you were growing up though you never felt him.
So that is it for today, maybe next time, I will share about numbers. Please feel free to ask any questions. Shalom
- Introducing Nicole RamirezHello 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...........