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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...........

Monday, July 28, 2014

And you thought God doesn't communicate much to you!

So many believe God speaks/communicates through the word of God/the bible or maybe a sermon, a teaching from your pastor, and yes those dreams and visions He blesses us with.  Yes this is true, but if you have a close relationship, you listen, pay attention when you study the word of God, and other avenues, you get to GRASP, the communicative avenues of our GOD and the entire TRINITY. So let me explain this nugget ok?  
I am sitting here in my office and here a crow squawking and it gets louder and louder. I get up and as i open the front door of our home, it flies off my roof.  My roof of my office.  I come back in and sit down to get some more work done in my new store. I then hear several crows, for several minutes, just intensely. Sooo, I look out my window and notice they are attacking a Female Red Tailed hawk!  I grab my binoculars and see she is delighting herself in a freshly captured meal, and is tearing it apart, devouring every morsel! The crows are livid and what does Ms. Buteo do?!!!!   Nothing!  She ignores those crows, and just dines and enjoys her meal. Sooooooooooooooooo, what do i realize?   I have had demons/spirits come attack me in several ways, and in some ways i fight, i lose sleep, i worry, i freak out, and can be ever so exhausted.  What does the hawk do?  Nothing!  Now i know there are times to fight and times not to fight. I  have seen raptors divebomb crows, and so often though as they dine and just perch watching their domain/area, they don't let the crows/enemy bother them. Next time "some situation" has your attention,  think, ask yourself      LORD, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SHOW ME/  TEACH ME?      Just thought you would like to know, since i have heard ever so often from every so many,  God doesn't say much to me.  :(

1 comment:

  1. There is so much God communicates through nature.