<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688</id><updated>2012-03-01T10:25:05.608-08:00</updated><category term='Vídeos'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Trechos'/><category term='Reflexões'/><category term='Poemas e Poesias'/><category term='Imagens'/><category term='Palavra Minha'/><category term='Datas'/><category term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Moça Cristã: refletindo...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-2482068901490026323</id><published>2012-03-01T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T10:25:05.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavra Minha'/><title type='text'>Minha Torre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pNMIdS8-olU/T0--fDPj_SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BOn0duLU3So/s1600/torre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pNMIdS8-olU/T0--fDPj_SI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BOn0duLU3So/s400/torre.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A espera é angustiante, Pai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pessoas vêm e dizem: aja, você precisa agir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pessoas vêm e dizem que sou tola por esperar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pessoas vêm e dizem que já perdi, que não alcançarei o que espero.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu coração se entristece perguntando-me: quando chegará minha vez?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chego a pensar em parar, em desistir das minhas convicções.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dói, Pai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E é nessa hora que eu mais preciso,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a hora em que penso que não há jeito mais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu escuto Tua voz. Tua bela voz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diz-me: Espere, filha, espere no lugar em que estás.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Permaneça, insista naquilo que Eu te coloquei.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A tua hora chegará.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, coração, eu tenho um Pai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A minha hora chegará, a minha espera valerá.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, Pai, acalma o meu coração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu esperarei na posição em que me colocaste.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu esperarei não me importando o quanto demore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu esperarei quietinha e tranquila na minha torre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Pai, Tu és a Minha Torre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Pois tens sido um refúgio para mim, e uma torre forte contra o inimigo."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Salmos 61:3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Por &lt;b&gt;Lorena Mendonça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-2482068901490026323?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-slcdV8AElIk/T01M0lelC2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/EirdpCrHiZA/s72-c/mais-forte-%C3%A9-o-que-vive-em-mim1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-5245254248010413870</id><published>2012-02-23T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T16:55:55.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Nada Além de Ti - Thalles Roberto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/1BTSL5W1q8A/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1BTSL5W1q8A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1BTSL5W1q8A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se a vitória não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Consegues enxergar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espera no Senhor e confia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espera Ele vem, confia Ele vem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E faz um milagre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se é tão impossível,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parece que não dá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espera no senhor e confia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espera Ele vem, confia Ele vem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E faz um milagre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, Deus eu vim aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só pra te dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que minha esperança está em ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não tenho nada além, nada além de Ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais nada além da promessa, da sua promessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não tenho nada, nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não tenho nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se sentindo sozinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Coração cansado de clamar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espera no senhor e confia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espera Ele vem (Ele vem), confia Ele vem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E faz um milagre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teu choro não é em vão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seu Deus contigo está&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espera no Senhor e confia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espera Ele vem, confia Ele vem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E faz um milagre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, Deus eu vim aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só pra te dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que minha esperança está em Ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não tenho nada além&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada além, de Ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais nada além da promessa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da Sua promessa, eu não tenho nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada além&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada além dos Teus sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada além das Suas promessas, Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada além dos Teus propósitos, Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maior, maior é Aquele que prometeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deus eu vim aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só pra te dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que minha esperança está em Ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não tenho nada além&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada além, de Ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais nada além da promessa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da Sua promessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não tenho nada, nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada além de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-5245254248010413870?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/5245254248010413870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/02/nada-alem-de-ti-thalles-roberto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5245254248010413870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5245254248010413870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/02/nada-alem-de-ti-thalles-roberto.html' title='Nada Além de Ti - Thalles Roberto'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-1207090902086037639</id><published>2012-02-23T06:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T15:25:13.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavra Minha'/><title type='text'>Como humana que sou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idAe4WJcd8o/T0ZPbksVHqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EHIqaSciVII/s1600/segurandomao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idAe4WJcd8o/T0ZPbksVHqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EHIqaSciVII/s400/segurandomao.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não quero sentir, mas como humana que sou sinto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não quero pensar em algo que me mancha, mas sendo humana penso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero algo que não me é licito ter, mas como humana que sou continuo querendo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Magoada fico e meu coração insiste em ficar, sem perdão liberar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando quero o bem praticar, pratico o mal, como humana que sou.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caio em dores, sou impura, sofro pelos meus pecados.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De repente, uma luz se aproxima de mim e como humana que sou, estranho algo tão lindo vindo até mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa luz é bela, e aonde ela vem passando há pureza.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como humana que sou, choro, não acredito na luz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como humana que sou não vejo motivos pra alguém querer me dar luz tão bela.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vejo a luz se aproximando e... Espere!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A luz está tomando forma, é Um Homem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na minha humanidade, não vejo motivos para que Ele chegue até mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão belo, tão meigo, tão puro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas Ele vem e estende suas mãos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Ei, eu digo, - suas mãos estão furadas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Sim, Ele me responde em voz suave, - são por você as marcas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Por mim? - Porque por mim?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Por você! Como humana frágil e pecadora que és! Me entregue seus pensamentos, suas dores, suas manchas, suas mágoas, seus pecados.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E mesmo desanimada, sem forças, eu entreguei. Não queria aquilo pra mim!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Pronto! Você está livre do fardo. Não chores só se entregue a mim como humana que és.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Mas o que pode ser tão forte assim pra me livrar disso tudo que me aprisiona aqui assim tão rápido?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- O Amor! O meu Amor!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Você me ama?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Sim, com um amor tão profundo que não dá pra você imaginar. Eu te amo com Amor Eterno desde o início dos séculos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dou as mãos a Ele.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E como humana que sou já não choro, acredito Nele, me sinto leve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O motivo? O motivo é simples e, ao mesmo tempo, poderoso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Como humana que sou Ele me ama!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ele me ama, como humana que sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Por&lt;b&gt; Lorena Mendonça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-1207090902086037639?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/1207090902086037639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/02/como-humana-que-sou.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1207090902086037639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1207090902086037639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/02/como-humana-que-sou.html' title='Como humana que sou'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idAe4WJcd8o/T0ZPbksVHqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EHIqaSciVII/s72-c/segurandomao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-3811056081453502644</id><published>2012-02-15T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T10:03:02.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavra Minha'/><title type='text'>Preencha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zrud4bu393I/TzvyrbDnGpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oVxeOmnVe74/s1600/diversas+(22).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zrud4bu393I/TzvyrbDnGpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oVxeOmnVe74/s400/diversas+(22).jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nosso principal problema é que esperamos demais das pessoas. Confiamos que elas podem nos completar e saciar nossa carência de amizade. Este o nosso maior erro, completar-nos com pessoas. Enquanto tentarmos preencher os espaços vazios do nosso coração com pessoas, ele continuará vazio. É certo que precisamos de amigos, é certo que precisamos das pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas acima das pessoas precisamos de Deus. Só Ele nos completa, só Ele preenche os espaços vazios do nosso coração. É a partir do momento que nos aproximamos de Deus que preenchemos o nosso coração de fato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há na comunhão com Deus um mistério muito grande, pois a partir do momento que o coração da gente é preenchido por Deus, começamos a ver as pessoas com olhos realmente abertos, livres das máscaras que a carência coloca em nós. Começamos a ter pessoas dentro do nosso coração que não nos completa, mas sim que nos transborda do amor de Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Preencha o seu coração em Deus, transborde de amor de Deus com as pessoas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Por &lt;b&gt;Lorena Mendonça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-3811056081453502644?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/3811056081453502644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/02/preencha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/3811056081453502644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/3811056081453502644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/02/preencha.html' title='Preencha!'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zrud4bu393I/TzvyrbDnGpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oVxeOmnVe74/s72-c/diversas+(22).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-8568120415171579255</id><published>2012-02-15T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T09:38:24.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Ria... =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hixw5B2Zt9Y/TzusQZlM2BI/AAAAAAAAANw/NnkxUR65o2k/s1600/pureza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="414" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hixw5B2Zt9Y/TzusQZlM2BI/AAAAAAAAANw/NnkxUR65o2k/s640/pureza.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-7478081692634704210?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/7478081692634704210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/02/o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/7478081692634704210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/7478081692634704210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/02/o.html' title='õ_ |__|'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hixw5B2Zt9Y/TzusQZlM2BI/AAAAAAAAANw/NnkxUR65o2k/s72-c/pureza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-1611142403614388682</id><published>2012-02-12T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:30:46.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavra Minha'/><title type='text'>"Quando..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pD891qp4JeE/TzhjF4miDBI/AAAAAAAAANo/imLqvdypjSE/s1600/SAM_1737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pD891qp4JeE/TzhjF4miDBI/AAAAAAAAANo/imLqvdypjSE/s400/SAM_1737.JPG" width="376" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando eu queria, precisava e necessitava de alguém que me amasse,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt; me amou com amor eterno.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando eu precisava segurar a mão de alguém,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele &lt;/b&gt;me tomou pela mão e não soltou, sustentou-me com a &lt;b&gt;Dele&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando eu precisava ser aceita, precisava que alguém visse o meu valor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt; me fez agradável a si mesmo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando eu sonhava em ter um espaço só meu,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt; se tornou para mim um abrigo seguro, um refúgio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando precisava ao menos de alívio para as minhas tristezas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt; me livrou delas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando queria comunhão profunda, proximidade com alguém,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt; me chamou amiga, filhinha &lt;b&gt;Dele&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando meu eu clamava por proteção, por um defensor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt; fez meu inimigo fugir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando precisei suprir minhas necessidades,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele &lt;/b&gt;supriu-as e não pediu nada em troca.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando eu queria intimidade,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt; me fez habitar em sua presença.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando queria um companheiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele &lt;/b&gt;pediu pra que eu andasse com &lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando sonhei com alguém para dividir a vida comigo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt; foi o mesmo, me carregou, me fez, me levou, me trouxe, me livrou.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sempre &lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ninguém além &lt;b&gt;Dele&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Suficientemente &lt;b&gt;Ele&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Por &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Lorena Mendonça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-1611142403614388682?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/1611142403614388682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/02/quando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1611142403614388682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1611142403614388682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/02/quando.html' title='&quot;Quando...&quot;'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pD891qp4JeE/TzhjF4miDBI/AAAAAAAAANo/imLqvdypjSE/s72-c/SAM_1737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-4222829968708746546</id><published>2012-02-01T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:13:49.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavra Minha'/><title type='text'>Aquela...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zNpEbLpYJk/Tymb-dtQjcI/AAAAAAAAANg/_bZNIaoNeeo/s1600/Amigos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zNpEbLpYJk/Tymb-dtQjcI/AAAAAAAAANg/_bZNIaoNeeo/s400/Amigos.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquela distante que quando aparece é como se nunca tivéssemos nos distanciado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquela que olha pra você e já sabe o que passa na sua mente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquela que é uma irmã mais velha, te dando sermões.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquela que é uma irmã mais nova sempre precisando de seus sermões.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquela que te consola apenas com um sorriso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquela que te escuta e te faz ficar mais leve.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquela que mesmo longe está tão perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquela que ora com e por você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquela indispensável,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquela inesquecível,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquela admirável,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquela melhor amiga.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para as melhores que o Pai me deu:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acsa Ferreira,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fabiana Marinho,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gabriela Marques,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lídia Cristina,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nayane Fernandes e&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vanessa Alaó.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;Por &lt;b&gt;Lorena Mendonça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-4222829968708746546?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/4222829968708746546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/02/aquela.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/4222829968708746546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/4222829968708746546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/02/aquela.html' title='Aquela...'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2zNpEbLpYJk/Tymb-dtQjcI/AAAAAAAAANg/_bZNIaoNeeo/s72-c/Amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-2242629238490350734</id><published>2012-01-29T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:24:02.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>De barro mas honrado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eUW0ZGaAPCI/TyX--f3hNzI/AAAAAAAAANY/oF293aKne0o/s1600/vaso_de_barro_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eUW0ZGaAPCI/TyX--f3hNzI/AAAAAAAAANY/oF293aKne0o/s400/vaso_de_barro_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Mais uma vez estou aqui, nesta mesa, e as vezes tenho a impressão que nunca sairei. Eu te observo, vejo a expressão do seu rosto enquanto me modela, parece que sairá daqui satisfeito, como quem sabe o que está fazendo. Eu é que não entendo muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;Porque antes de me colocar aqui, me fez passar por tudo que passei? E aliás, porque estou aqui há tanto tempo? Pelo jeito que me olha, que me amolda, era pra eu ser perfeito há muito tempo. E porque me desfez tantas vezes? Não pode me tirar da tua roda depressa? Eu sofro demais! Por quanto tempo ainda vai cortar o meu barro? Quando isso vai terminar? Parece que cada volta que tua roda dá, uma pontada enorme me atinge e algo de mim some, mas isso dói.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente sai da roda, e fui colocado na prateleira, mas sua feição não era das mais agradáveis. “Você quis assim, você pediu pra sair, eu não queria, você ainda está incompleto, está frágil, mas te respeito”, o meu Oleiro me disse. Eu queria ser comprado por alguém rico e enfeitar uma bela sala, e assim dar honra ao meu Oleiro que me desenhou tão bem. Mas não foi assim, fui usado por um tempo mas depois fui jogado de canto e esquecido por aqueles que me compraram. Eu achei que seria útil, que as pessoas me olhariam e se admirariam com minha beleza, mas ninguém me achou perfeito, e conforme eu ia caindo, tombando, algo em mim ia quebrando e lascando, até que caí pela última vez, e fiquei em pedaços no chão, e por fim me jogaram fora.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que mãos são essas que me pegam tão suavemente? Eu conheço esse toque. Ele disse: “Vem, irei te refazer e você será meu, te colocarei em minha mesa”. Por que Ele insiste em mim? Como me achou e porque veio me buscar? Eu não presto mais para nada! Será que Ele ainda vê algo de bom em mim?&lt;br /&gt;Ele me colocou na roda novamente, mas era diferente, não reclamava mais da dor, pois sabia o que já tinha enfrentado antes, e sabia que o propósito do meu oleiro era maior em me fazer algo lindo pra ele! Nem sinto mais a dor da faca, e parece até que cada corte me reconstrói. Agora eu percebo que meu oleiro sabe o que faz, ele tem em vista o meu futuro e cada desenho que faz em mim é pensando nele. Não mais quero sair desta roda a menos que seja para ser colocado na mesa de quem me recolheu mesmo estando quebrado, sem honra e nem alguém que me desejasse assim.&lt;br /&gt;E ele me terminou e me colocou em sua mesa revestida de ouro. Porque eu insistie em ser comprado por alguém rico se o meu oleiro é dono de tudo? E porque insisti em sair do processo na metade se meu Oleiro me planejou e me quer assim?&lt;br /&gt;Quando ninguém mais me achou útil, o meu Oleiro estava lá para me buscar. E agora vivo com Ele, recebendo a maior de todas as honras: ser dele! O meu Oleiro me fez conforme ele tinha planejado, cada detalhe. Mesmo quebrado, moído, Ele viu em mim valor. E ele me disse que sou um vaso de honra, e que em mim Ele guarda um tesouro! Que meu Mestre se orgulhe de mim, pois Sua obra Ele aprecia quando a termina assim.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Por &lt;b&gt;@CamilaZaponi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-2242629238490350734?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/2242629238490350734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-barro-mas-honrado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2242629238490350734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2242629238490350734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/de-barro-mas-honrado.html' title='De barro mas honrado'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eUW0ZGaAPCI/TyX--f3hNzI/AAAAAAAAANY/oF293aKne0o/s72-c/vaso_de_barro_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-8545615681273232134</id><published>2012-01-28T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T12:30:55.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BvGos93epQ/TyRZUx4We4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/tKQUpjuDIEI/s1600/nem-tudo-que-d%C3%A1-certo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BvGos93epQ/TyRZUx4We4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/tKQUpjuDIEI/s640/nem-tudo-que-d%C3%A1-certo.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-8545615681273232134?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/8545615681273232134/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/8545615681273232134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/8545615681273232134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o_28.html' title='õ_ |__|'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BvGos93epQ/TyRZUx4We4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/tKQUpjuDIEI/s72-c/nem-tudo-que-d%C3%A1-certo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-2778736233610467117</id><published>2012-01-28T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T10:31:57.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>O Amor de Deus - Leonardo Gonçalves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/q5fapnGIgkY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q5fapnGIgkY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q5fapnGIgkY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na pétala de cada flor que se abre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu leio que Deus é amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O vento que ruge ou que sopra mansinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;repete insistente que Deus é amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Sol quando é dia e a lua de noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nos contam que Deus é amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É fácil notar que as obras de Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estão todas repletas de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quão grande amor nosso Deus nos tem dado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ele nos fez filhos Seus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pois como alguém que vivia em pecado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;podia esperar essa graça de Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E foi tão intenso este amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que o Seu próprio filho entregou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deu-nos direito a uma vida melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e o caminho do céu nos mostrou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando eu ouço o cântico dos passarinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sinto que Deus é amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A espuma das ondas que vão e que voltam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Insiste em lembrar-nos que Deus é Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E foi tão intenso este amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que o Seu próprio filho entregou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;deu-nos direito a uma vida melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e o caminho do céu nos mostrou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e o caminho do céu nos mostrou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-2778736233610467117?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/2778736233610467117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-amor-de-deus-leonardo-goncalves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2778736233610467117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2778736233610467117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-amor-de-deus-leonardo-goncalves.html' title='O Amor de Deus - Leonardo Gonçalves'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-4103717114460395932</id><published>2012-01-27T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:34:31.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavra Minha'/><title type='text'>Como o Céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_7N-g_FQnPM/TyLRWmdN1CI/AAAAAAAAANI/QdBzg24Ksrg/s1600/Diversas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_7N-g_FQnPM/TyLRWmdN1CI/AAAAAAAAANI/QdBzg24Ksrg/s400/Diversas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esperar em Deus é como o observar&amp;nbsp; o céu todos os dias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pode estar em seu belo azul, límpido. Pode estar nublado, anunciando uma chuva forte e tenebrosa. Pode estar escuro e cheio de estrelas. Independente das circunstâncias, o céu é&amp;nbsp; e sempre será belo e recompensador contemplá-lo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assim, é a espera em Deus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por vezes, bela. Em outras nos traz medo, incertezas. Em outras vezes ela será como o céu estrelado a noite, escuro e belo de tirar o folego, nos faz mergulhar em pensamentos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Independente das circunstancias, a espera será sempre bela e recompensadora como contemplar o céu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;Por &lt;b&gt;Lorena Mendonça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-4103717114460395932?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/4103717114460395932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/como-o-ceu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/4103717114460395932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/4103717114460395932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/como-o-ceu.html' title='Como o Céu'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_7N-g_FQnPM/TyLRWmdN1CI/AAAAAAAAANI/QdBzg24Ksrg/s72-c/Diversas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-2669275719541936148</id><published>2012-01-27T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:37:10.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e Poesias'/><title type='text'>I believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5UgU0cac8jw/TyKsttsYQwI/AAAAAAAAANA/FIEGHklnFAU/s1600/300323_268977379810172_204019129639331_741867_1242818497_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5UgU0cac8jw/TyKsttsYQwI/AAAAAAAAANA/FIEGHklnFAU/s400/300323_268977379810172_204019129639331_741867_1242818497_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu tenho fé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo sem saber quem é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vou esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo sem saber de onde vira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vou esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo sem saber como será.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vou esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mesmo sem saber quando será.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vou esperar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por tenho certeza que meu sonho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o Senhor realizará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suas promessas Ele cumprira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no momento certo Ele me honrara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-2669275719541936148?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/2669275719541936148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-tenho-fe-mesmo-sem-saber-quem-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2669275719541936148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2669275719541936148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-tenho-fe-mesmo-sem-saber-quem-e.html' title='I believe.'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5UgU0cac8jw/TyKsttsYQwI/AAAAAAAAANA/FIEGHklnFAU/s72-c/300323_268977379810172_204019129639331_741867_1242818497_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-5158414761662176108</id><published>2012-01-20T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T15:27:17.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-USRmrVN5UWU/Txn4OIty60I/AAAAAAAAAM4/XqdXAUyxD4I/s1600/303984_289247944438294_270063583023397_1133966_542448713_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-USRmrVN5UWU/Txn4OIty60I/AAAAAAAAAM4/XqdXAUyxD4I/s640/303984_289247944438294_270063583023397_1133966_542448713_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-5158414761662176108?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/5158414761662176108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o_118.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5158414761662176108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5158414761662176108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o_118.html' title='õ_ |__|'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-USRmrVN5UWU/Txn4OIty60I/AAAAAAAAAM4/XqdXAUyxD4I/s72-c/303984_289247944438294_270063583023397_1133966_542448713_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-7349669535592777982</id><published>2012-01-20T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T15:24:45.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trechos'/><title type='text'>Toca este coração...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCkYUd3gebs/Txn3i_kWQKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fsemmkdyMHg/s1600/girlchorando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCkYUd3gebs/Txn3i_kWQKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fsemmkdyMHg/s400/girlchorando.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Toca este coração tão cheio de dor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cura-me com o teu amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abranda-o e aquece-o,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quebranta-me com o teu amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não quero que te afastes de mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Volta ao meu coração,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Volta para ficar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero ser amoroso, como tu és,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quebranta-me com o teu amor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Robin Jones Gunn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-7349669535592777982?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/7349669535592777982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/toca-este-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/7349669535592777982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/7349669535592777982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/toca-este-coracao.html' title='Toca este coração...'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCkYUd3gebs/Txn3i_kWQKI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fsemmkdyMHg/s72-c/girlchorando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-4933192628543490759</id><published>2012-01-20T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T08:43:44.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p_LPRFQDSsc/TxmYpMwnWzI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3KBihbReYNU/s1600/bra%25C3%25A7os-de-amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p_LPRFQDSsc/TxmYpMwnWzI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3KBihbReYNU/s640/bra%25C3%25A7os-de-amor.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-4933192628543490759?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/4933192628543490759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/4933192628543490759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/4933192628543490759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o_20.html' title='õ_ |__|'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p_LPRFQDSsc/TxmYpMwnWzI/AAAAAAAAAMo/3KBihbReYNU/s72-c/bra%25C3%25A7os-de-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-485709742812023365</id><published>2012-01-19T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:04:14.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e Poesias'/><title type='text'>Jardim no Meu Coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lg9CbUtx5yc/TxihOFlcolI/AAAAAAAAAMg/P1OSO5axhy8/s1600/10019011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lg9CbUtx5yc/TxihOFlcolI/AAAAAAAAAMg/P1OSO5axhy8/s400/10019011.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dentro do meu coração cresce solto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um jardim de violetas e perfumadas rosas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alegres narcisos do prado se alinham ao longo do estreito caminho,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;silentes a ouvir meus passos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doces tulipas acenam em repouso;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu me ajoelho e busco em Deus o bem maior.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois em volta do meu jardim há uma cerca firme&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que guarda meu coração para eu decidir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quem pode entrar, e quem deve esperar, do outro lado da cerca...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prendo a chave no pescoço&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e indago se a hora é já.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se hoje o portão se abrisse,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;você entraria ou embora iria?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trícia&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;b&gt;Série Cris &lt;/b&gt;-&lt;b&gt; Robin Jones Gunn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-485709742812023365?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/485709742812023365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/jardim-no-meu-coracao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/485709742812023365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/485709742812023365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/jardim-no-meu-coracao.html' title='Jardim no Meu Coração'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lg9CbUtx5yc/TxihOFlcolI/AAAAAAAAAMg/P1OSO5axhy8/s72-c/10019011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-3889997778472198330</id><published>2012-01-19T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:22:36.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R_DlVKxuing/TxiJaehGEpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rWXlXxwCxF8/s1600/o-senhor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R_DlVKxuing/TxiJaehGEpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rWXlXxwCxF8/s640/o-senhor.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-3889997778472198330?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/3889997778472198330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/3889997778472198330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/3889997778472198330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o_19.html' title='õ_ |__|'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R_DlVKxuing/TxiJaehGEpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/rWXlXxwCxF8/s72-c/o-senhor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-3992920334449617192</id><published>2012-01-18T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:09:06.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavra Minha'/><title type='text'>Madeiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5huXlggrhc/Txc0MW8ctuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Ghd5JG1NY_8/s1600/83309034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5huXlggrhc/Txc0MW8ctuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Ghd5JG1NY_8/s400/83309034.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nem todas as madeiras são fortes como a aroeira. Ou frágeis como o açacu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Por isso para cada madeira usa-se um processo de construção diferente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Parei pra refletir sobre os vários tipos de dificuldades que nós passamos. Uns enfrentam dificuldades físicas, outros dificuldade emocionais, outros passam por dificuldades materiais, e por aí vai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Há momentos em que achamos difícil entender o agir de Deus nas nossas vidas. Entender as nossas dificuldades e ver o tempo de Deus chegar para as pessoas que nos rodeiam é um processo difícil e nos leva a pensar se Deus está mesmo nos vendo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aí veio em minha mente Jesus, o Carpinteiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Se pensarmos em nós como madeiras nas mãos do Carpinteiro verá que cada um de nós tem que passar por processos diferentes para alcançarmos nossos objetivos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Em algumas madeiras serão usados pregos, em outras serras, em outras lixas... E, mesmo que deixem marcas, tudo isso leva a obra completa e bela no final.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Como madeiras nas mãos do Carpinteiro devemos passar por todos esses processos de olho Nele.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Afinal, Ele nos molda de acordo com aquilo para o qual fomos criados, frágeis ou não diante das dificuldades.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Só espere pelo tempo da finalização da Obra do Grande Carpinteiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Por&lt;b&gt; Lorena Mendonça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-3992920334449617192?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/3992920334449617192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/madeiras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/3992920334449617192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/3992920334449617192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/madeiras.html' title='Madeiras'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5huXlggrhc/Txc0MW8ctuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Ghd5JG1NY_8/s72-c/83309034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-1626682415375717747</id><published>2012-01-17T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:00:00.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3DCbbOfkw08/TxYY20x5IoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/fpQFrkqw-r0/s1600/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3DCbbOfkw08/TxYY20x5IoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/fpQFrkqw-r0/s640/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post dedicado como todos os outros ao meu Pai, meu Amigo, meu Amor, meu Deus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-1626682415375717747?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/1626682415375717747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o_8120.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1626682415375717747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1626682415375717747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o_8120.html' title='õ_ |__|'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3DCbbOfkw08/TxYY20x5IoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/fpQFrkqw-r0/s72-c/cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-4819395230507501455</id><published>2012-01-17T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:52:35.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C53bkvyCq-g/TxWwErdTXRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CVMarGOspGU/s1600/diversas+%252879%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C53bkvyCq-g/TxWwErdTXRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CVMarGOspGU/s400/diversas+%252879%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A todo o que se humilha e busca a Luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Revelará Jeová seu forte braço;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o Seu calor, que o puro amor traduz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Será comunicado em terno abraço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E todo o que se humilha ao pé da cruz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do Bom Pastor descansa no regaço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a força que irradia de Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dissipa e extermina o seu cansaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A todo o que se humilha, e se arrepende,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E que o perdão recebe, e compreende&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tamanho preço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A aceitação de Deus é garantida:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O passaporte pra uma nova vida:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Um recomeço!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Por &lt;b&gt;Ederson Peka&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-111681545082416853?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/111681545082416853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-perdao-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/111681545082416853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/111681545082416853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-perdao-de-deus.html' title='O Perdão de Deus'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C53bkvyCq-g/TxWwErdTXRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CVMarGOspGU/s72-c/diversas+%252879%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-1824652040778474085</id><published>2012-01-17T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:57:18.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/ynQ669U4xbU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ynQ669U4xbU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ynQ669U4xbU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mas longe esteja de mim gloriar-me, a não ser na cruz de nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo, pela qual o mundo está crucificado para mim e eu para o mundo."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gálatas 6:14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O meu hino preferido e, o Pai me concede a oportunidade de louvar com ela. Obrigada, Senhor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-1370449079804425940?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/1370449079804425940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/hora-do-salvador-lidia-moyse-e-lorena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1370449079804425940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1370449079804425940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/hora-do-salvador-lidia-moyse-e-lorena.html' title='A Hora do Salvador - Lidia Moysé e Lorena Mendonça =D'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-418742528071921330</id><published>2012-01-07T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T06:33:08.475-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trechos'/><title type='text'>Aquelas mãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jVHTyEEWnq0/TwhWeHIHvxI/AAAAAAAAALo/9kl9Hec1gzE/s1600/vaso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jVHTyEEWnq0/TwhWeHIHvxI/AAAAAAAAALo/9kl9Hec1gzE/s320/vaso.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;É como se Deus fosse o oleiro e nós, a cerâmica. Ele não quer que nós saiamos por aí e procuremos nos transformar em algo que ele não quer, pois não foi para isso que ele nos criou. Ele quer que fiquemos sempre no seu “torno”, mesmo que às vezes fiquemos até meio tontos, com aquele girar incessante, com a mão dele a nos moldar e apertar. Foi ele que nos criou. Ele sabe nos dar a forma que devemos ter, ou melhor, a forma que ele quer que tenhamos. Assim seremos como ele quer que sejamos. Então Deus quer que fiquemos no “torno” para nos moldar com suas próprias mãos.&lt;br /&gt;É, com aquelas mãos que ainda têm as cicatrizes dos cravos.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Série Katie - Robin Jones Gunn&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-418742528071921330?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/418742528071921330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/aquelas-maos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/418742528071921330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/418742528071921330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/aquelas-maos.html' title='Aquelas mãos'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jVHTyEEWnq0/TwhWeHIHvxI/AAAAAAAAALo/9kl9Hec1gzE/s72-c/vaso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-6831363226172758878</id><published>2012-01-02T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:25:38.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fLudq08c-WM/TwJmfA5Dr_I/AAAAAAAAALg/h3ev6sqCnEc/s1600/bra%25C3%25A7os-de-deus.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fLudq08c-WM/TwJmfA5Dr_I/AAAAAAAAALg/h3ev6sqCnEc/s640/bra%25C3%25A7os-de-deus.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-6831363226172758878?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/6831363226172758878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/6831363226172758878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/6831363226172758878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2012/01/o.html' title='õ_ |__|'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fLudq08c-WM/TwJmfA5Dr_I/AAAAAAAAALg/h3ev6sqCnEc/s72-c/bra%25C3%25A7os-de-deus.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-4973560781028982403</id><published>2011-12-30T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T13:31:52.225-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavra Minha'/><title type='text'>No ano novo faça uma faxina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BlAZZFUeEUY/Tv3Z3PUIj1I/AAAAAAAAALU/CK0L3G6_6ec/s1600/106152247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BlAZZFUeEUY/Tv3Z3PUIj1I/AAAAAAAAALU/CK0L3G6_6ec/s400/106152247.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;taghw style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;"Estava precisando fazer uma faxina em mim... Jogar alguns pensamentos indesejados fora, lavar alguns tesouros que andavam meio que enferrujados...&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;taghw style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Então tirei do fundo das gavetas lembranças que não uso e não quero mais!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;taghw style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Joguei fora alguns sonhos, algumas ilusões...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;taghw style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Papéis de presente que nunca usei, sorrisos que nunca darei; joguei fora a raiva e o rancor das flores murchas que estavam dentro de um livro que não li.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;taghw style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Olhei para meus sorrisos futuros e minhas alegrias pretendidas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;taghw style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;E as coloquei num cantinho, bem arrumadinhas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;taghw style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Fiquei sem paciência! Tirei tudo de dentro do armário e fui jogando no chão, paixões escondidas, desejos reprimidos, palavras horríveis que nunca queria ter dito, mágoas de um amigo, lembranças de um dia triste... Mas lá também havia outras coisas... E belas!!!&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;taghw style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Um passarinho cantando na minha janela...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;taghw style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Aquela lua cor de prata, o pôr do sol...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;taghw style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Fui me encantando e me distraindo, olhando para cada uma daquelas lembranças.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;taghw style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Sentei no chão, para poder fazer minhas escolhas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;taghw style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Joguei direto no saco de lixo os restos de um amor que me magoou.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;taghw style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Peguei as palavras de raiva e de dor que estavam na prateleira de cima, pois quase não as uso, e também joguei fora no mesmo instante!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;taghw style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Outras coisas que ainda me magoam, coloquei num canto para depois ver o que farei com elas, se as esqueço mesmo ou se mando para o lixão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;taghw style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Aí, fui naquele cantinho, naquela gaveta que a gente guarda tudo o que é mais importante: o amor, a alegria, os sorrisos, um dedinho de fé... P&lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;ara os momentos que mais precisamos...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Como foi bom relembrar tudo aquilo!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Recolhi com &lt;/span&gt;carinho&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt; o amor encontrado, dobrei direitinho os desejos, coloquei perfume na esperança, passei um paninho na prateleira das minhas metas, deixei-as à mostra, para não perde-lãs de vista.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;Coloquei nas prateleiras de baixo algumas lembranças da infância, na gaveta de cima as da minha juventude, e pendurado bem à minha frente, coloquei a minha capacidade de amar, de superar, de perdoar, e de RECOMEÇAR...!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faça uma faxina em si e comece 2012 com vontade, novos planos, novas metas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E lembre-se você venceu 2011 que venha 2012!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feliz Ano Novo que os planos de Deus se façam concretos na vida de vocês&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e como disse meu amigo, JP, que 2012 venha com excelência!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-4973560781028982403?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/4973560781028982403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-ano-novo-faca-uma-faxina.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/4973560781028982403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/4973560781028982403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-ano-novo-faca-uma-faxina.html' title='No ano novo faça uma faxina!'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BlAZZFUeEUY/Tv3Z3PUIj1I/AAAAAAAAALU/CK0L3G6_6ec/s72-c/106152247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-166821919110205165</id><published>2011-12-27T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:36:27.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ5Uu5E5JaE/Tt5Nqc3_ZmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XsvhZx8hn-Q/s1600/levantar.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ5Uu5E5JaE/Tt5Nqc3_ZmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XsvhZx8hn-Q/s400/levantar.jpeg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saudade dos seus olhos. Saudade de sua mão na minha, de seu sorriso belo, de seu afago, de seu carinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saudade de falar com você. Saudade de ouvir você, de sorrir com você e me perder em seu abraço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saudade de você, que Deus ainda enviará. Saudade de um amor que ainda virá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Por &lt;b&gt;Lorena Mendonça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-2910707571806752414?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/2910707571806752414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/12/saudade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2910707571806752414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2910707571806752414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/12/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ5Uu5E5JaE/Tt5Nqc3_ZmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XsvhZx8hn-Q/s72-c/levantar.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-4111869673891206352</id><published>2011-12-06T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T08:35:15.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w3ra38H0Q5c/Tt5D1MEwebI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tMUloT3DqMw/s1600/permanece-para-sempre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w3ra38H0Q5c/Tt5D1MEwebI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tMUloT3DqMw/s640/permanece-para-sempre.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-4111869673891206352?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/4111869673891206352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/12/o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/4111869673891206352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/4111869673891206352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/12/o.html' title='õ_ |__|'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w3ra38H0Q5c/Tt5D1MEwebI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tMUloT3DqMw/s72-c/permanece-para-sempre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-8720108160377709909</id><published>2011-12-05T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T12:59:35.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Ria... =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOEKftCm5L4/Tt0wfphAPzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YSXXLVmDXtc/s1600/mulher1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOEKftCm5L4/Tt0wfphAPzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YSXXLVmDXtc/s1600/mulher1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-8720108160377709909?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/8720108160377709909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/12/ria-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/8720108160377709909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/8720108160377709909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/12/ria-d.html' title='Ria... =D'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cOEKftCm5L4/Tt0wfphAPzI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YSXXLVmDXtc/s72-c/mulher1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-8938489191419327577</id><published>2011-12-03T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T06:32:39.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e Poesias'/><title type='text'>Sorrisos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wlulcQyUsbc/Ttox4IfW2wI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4FEZARPAEbc/s1600/379683_200660376678865_100002047137617_421859_1383312326_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wlulcQyUsbc/Ttox4IfW2wI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4FEZARPAEbc/s400/379683_200660376678865_100002047137617_421859_1383312326_n.jpg" width="374" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorrisos me fascinam, me fazem sorrir, me atraem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O sorriso de uma mãe que acaba de ver, pela primeira vez, o rosto do seu sonhado filho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O sorriso de uma criança que acaba de ganhar o brinquedo tão sonhado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O primeiro sorriso de um bebê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O sorriso de amigos que não se viam há tempos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O sorriso do reencontro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O sorriso dele pra ela, dela pra ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Há no sorriso uma magia profunda que nem mesmo o mais sábio ser humano consegue desvendar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;Por &lt;b&gt;Lorena Mendonça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-8938489191419327577?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/8938489191419327577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/12/sorrisos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/8938489191419327577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/8938489191419327577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/12/sorrisos.html' title='Sorrisos'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wlulcQyUsbc/Ttox4IfW2wI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4FEZARPAEbc/s72-c/379683_200660376678865_100002047137617_421859_1383312326_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-5291776942919243543</id><published>2011-12-01T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:39:10.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e Poesias'/><title type='text'>Espero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ufS7CT8k458/TtfJsPMLrcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q0MMkUwlADI/s1600/serena.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ufS7CT8k458/TtfJsPMLrcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q0MMkUwlADI/s400/serena.jpg" width="371" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;"Aquele que não pegará em minha mão apenas para dizer aos outros que tem alguém, mas para demonstrar o companheirismo. Aquele que não quer apenas uma companhia, e sim uma amizade que dure para sempre. Aquele que não me abraça apenas para me sentir, mas sim para mostrar que em seus braços eu estou protegida. Aquele que adora a Deus por ter o plano Dele realizado perto de mim. Aquele que seu perfume não sai do meu nariz, não porque ficou em minha roupa, mas sim em minha memória. Aquele que ora comigo, espera eu terminar de comer, repara na roupa nova e lembra meu aniversário, e ele não faz isso só porque é importante pra mim, mas porque é importante para ele! Aquele que disse NÃO para tudo o que o mundo lhe ofereceu, disse NÃO para sua vontade e disse SIM para a vontade de Deus, que esperou com lágrimas, que descansou com fé... Aquele quem não conseguirei viver sem ouvir sua voz todos os dias..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Por &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://ideiasnoforno.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pati Geiger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-5291776942919243543?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/5291776942919243543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/12/espero.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5291776942919243543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5291776942919243543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/12/espero.html' title='Espero'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ufS7CT8k458/TtfJsPMLrcI/AAAAAAAAAJw/q0MMkUwlADI/s72-c/serena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-3164440725553006598</id><published>2011-11-30T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T07:56:26.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCBuThnDxuw/TtZSDs_pcqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/S0sWrj-DIIU/s1600/coisas-melhores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCBuThnDxuw/TtZSDs_pcqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/S0sWrj-DIIU/s640/coisas-melhores.jpg" width="457" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-3164440725553006598?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/3164440725553006598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/o_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/3164440725553006598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/3164440725553006598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/o_30.html' title='õ_ |__|'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCBuThnDxuw/TtZSDs_pcqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/S0sWrj-DIIU/s72-c/coisas-melhores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-242440649165742366</id><published>2011-11-27T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T15:32:22.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><title type='text'>Eu só queria te ver sorrindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É grande, mas aconselho e recomendo assistir até o final. É simplesmente belo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/6qYDcEor9ms/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6qYDcEor9ms&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6qYDcEor9ms&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-242440649165742366?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/242440649165742366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-so-queria-te-ver-sorrindo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/242440649165742366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/242440649165742366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-so-queria-te-ver-sorrindo.html' title='Eu só queria te ver sorrindo'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-69862681139113516</id><published>2011-11-24T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:07:17.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Datas'/><title type='text'>Dia de Ações de Graça</title><content type='html'>Bom, passeando pelo meu blog favorito&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ideiasnoforno.blogspot.com/"&gt;Idéias no Forno&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;da minha amiga Pati Geiger, ela sugeriu que a gente escrevesse uma lista com 10 coisas pelas quais agradeço.&lt;br /&gt;Achei interessante e aqui está a minha lista de 10 coisas que agradeço em 2011...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Deus, não ter desistido de mim, mesmo com minhas falhas.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;Minha família, por tudo.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pelo livramento de morte que Deus deu pra minha prima Adélia e por Ele ter me capacitado e me ajudado para ajudá-la e zelar por ela, durante dois meses de provação.&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;Gravidez da Adeliny, minha tia-irmã.&lt;br /&gt;5. 1° Seminário da UMADAC, uma coisa pela qual esperava há muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;Amigos de sempre, amigos que fiz e amigos que reencontrei.&lt;br /&gt;7. Pelas palavras vindas de Deus direto pra mim e pelos louvores que tive a oportunidade de louvar.&lt;br /&gt;8. Pelos presentes que Ele usou pessoas pra me dar, mesmo eu não dizendo nada.&lt;br /&gt;9. Por mais uma ano vencido na faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;10. Pelos dias em que acordei pensando que não iria conseguir e pelas noites em que deitei e disse: CONSEGUI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvSVOGLmWCk/Ts6VRtaLOII/AAAAAAAAAJg/w6GtJ2UhaPA/s1600/200570289-004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvSVOGLmWCk/Ts6VRtaLOII/AAAAAAAAAJg/w6GtJ2UhaPA/s400/200570289-004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gente, e vocês? Façam sua lista!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-69862681139113516?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/69862681139113516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/dia-de-acoes-de-graca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/69862681139113516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/69862681139113516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/dia-de-acoes-de-graca.html' title='Dia de Ações de Graça'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dvSVOGLmWCk/Ts6VRtaLOII/AAAAAAAAAJg/w6GtJ2UhaPA/s72-c/200570289-004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-2915453984115654846</id><published>2011-11-24T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T08:02:08.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khRtn221q08/Ts5ob4DSAPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LtdLUg0IsOk/s1600/103831574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khRtn221q08/Ts5ob4DSAPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LtdLUg0IsOk/s400/103831574.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Cansei de esperar sinceridade das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de sorrir quando tenho vontade de chorar.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de ter que ser forte.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de amparar quem depois me apunhala.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de dar carinho e não receber nada em troca.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de tudo? Não. Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Há Alguém que sorri e nem sempre recebe sorrisos de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Há Alguém que consola e depois o consolado dá as costas a Ele.&lt;br /&gt;Há Alguém que curou 10 e só 1 voltou pra agradecer.&lt;br /&gt;Há Alguém que deu amor incondicional e recebeu de volta cuspes, chicotadas...&lt;br /&gt;Há Alguém que deixou um lugar aconchegante pra vir e sofrer total desconforto.&lt;br /&gt;Há Alguém que não desiste dos cansados.&lt;br /&gt;Dele eu não me canso,&lt;br /&gt;Porque mesmo quando canso de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Ele renova minhas forças.&lt;br /&gt;Esse Alguém não se cansa de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Vinde a mim, todos os que estais cansados e sobrecarregados, eu vos aliviarei.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;b&gt;Jesus&lt;/b&gt; - Mateus 11.28)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Por &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lorena Mendonça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-5005773130181539227?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/5005773130181539227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/cansei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5005773130181539227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5005773130181539227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/cansei.html' title='Cansei'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khRtn221q08/Ts5ob4DSAPI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/LtdLUg0IsOk/s72-c/103831574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-1108139747384738717</id><published>2011-11-22T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:46:21.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eb1AylsLikQ/TsvczKRDgPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZY0_7EOrN30/s1600/OgAAAKWPBQtgWQktzdXtnWFF92QHU0g3TpOT05z_4cBBrgHxInlJykWc-3683HICkkj6MHb4eEPEPI02gDo4AF5NUd4Am1T1UJiqCqn_o7PSqSmkgdgD3jtGIQkq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eb1AylsLikQ/TsvczKRDgPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZY0_7EOrN30/s400/OgAAAKWPBQtgWQktzdXtnWFF92QHU0g3TpOT05z_4cBBrgHxInlJykWc-3683HICkkj6MHb4eEPEPI02gDo4AF5NUd4Am1T1UJiqCqn_o7PSqSmkgdgD3jtGIQkq.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero alguém que me ajude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E que me faça feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que seja "a felicidade"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E não aquilo que não tem raiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero alguém que seja alguém,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquele que faz a diferença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não um Zé Ninguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que acha que o amor é uma doença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero AQUELE alguém,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que apareça de surpresa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que seja o meu príncipe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me escolha como sua princesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Por &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa Mendonça&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-2206979528678858631?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/2206979528678858631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/surpresa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2206979528678858631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2206979528678858631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/surpresa.html' title='Surpresa'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eb1AylsLikQ/TsvczKRDgPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZY0_7EOrN30/s72-c/OgAAAKWPBQtgWQktzdXtnWFF92QHU0g3TpOT05z_4cBBrgHxInlJykWc-3683HICkkj6MHb4eEPEPI02gDo4AF5NUd4Am1T1UJiqCqn_o7PSqSmkgdgD3jtGIQkq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-7759610984017833899</id><published>2011-11-22T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T04:41:55.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Ria... =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/gz5WqeR0jOg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gz5WqeR0jOg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gz5WqeR0jOg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Intimidade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus, eu quero ficar conTigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero ser Teu amigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero comer no Teu Prato,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calçar os meus pés nos Teus Sapatos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E arrastar... lára, lára, lára, lá, lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E arrastar... lára, lára, lára, lá, lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus, eu quero muito Você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pegar Tuas Sandálias e esconder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esconder pra Você não sair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois eu quero estar perto de Ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te abraçar... lára, lára, lára, lá, lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te abraçar... lára, lára, lára, lá, lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus, eu quero deitar no Teu Colo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te contar tudo, tudo o que sei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Descansar recostado em Teu Peito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ouvindo O Teu Coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me acalmar... lára, lára, lára, lá, lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me acalmar... lára, lára, lára, lá, lá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus, eu quero vestir sua camisa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com as mangas maiores que meus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Correr pela casa ao Teu encontro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E me abandonar no teu abraço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E te abraçar... lára, lára, lára, lá, lá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E Te abraçar... lára, lára, lára, lá, lá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero te abraçar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-7248989634636523296?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/7248989634636523296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/intimidade-santa-geracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/7248989634636523296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/7248989634636523296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/intimidade-santa-geracao.html' title='Intimidade - Santa Geração'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-1567271935463675561</id><published>2011-11-18T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T18:28:29.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><title type='text'>O Dia Que Eu Morri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-usCjK1uXjI8/TscTixfv3VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mXap19yYXmc/s1600/coroa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-usCjK1uXjI8/TscTixfv3VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mXap19yYXmc/s640/coroa.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-1596505749061876628?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/1596505749061876628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/o_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1596505749061876628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1596505749061876628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/o_18.html' title='õ_ |__|'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-usCjK1uXjI8/TscTixfv3VI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mXap19yYXmc/s72-c/coroa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-2638565850312949249</id><published>2011-11-18T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T04:40:41.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Ria... =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TlGeRBzfV7s/TscSq5ydseI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FG_fRjC1dIY/s1600/Cantadas2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TlGeRBzfV7s/TscSq5ydseI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FG_fRjC1dIY/s1600/Cantadas2.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Já usaram essa comigo!! S-É-R-I-O!! Não deu certo, hahaha!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-2638565850312949249?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/2638565850312949249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2638565850312949249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2638565850312949249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='Ria... =D'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TlGeRBzfV7s/TscSq5ydseI/AAAAAAAAAIo/FG_fRjC1dIY/s72-c/Cantadas2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-5885117400356972591</id><published>2011-11-18T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T18:20:57.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Fionas do Rei - Por Pati Geiger</title><content type='html'>Gente, não resistiii!! Sabe aquele texto que você lê e fala: - "Foi escrito pra miim!!", então isso me aconteceu quando li o texto da Pati Geiger. Chorei e agradeci a Deus por ter falado comigo através desse texto.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem e meditem!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UjRrO855zoM/TscRxgIkPwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6gnxcIRdZls/s1600/fiona.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UjRrO855zoM/TscRxgIkPwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6gnxcIRdZls/s1600/fiona.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Sempre ouvi que eu sou uma princesa.&lt;br /&gt;E sempre acreditei que um dia, o tal príncipe encantando apareceria.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Até que um dia ele apareceu.&lt;br /&gt;então ele olhou para a princesa que estava ao meu lado. Porque ela sim era uma princesa. Se vestia e se comportava como tal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Eu, obviamente, estava longe de ser uma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Tenho conciência de quem sou. Eu não tenho cabelão, olho claro. Eu não tenho corpo de modelo ou aquele corpão idealizado por muitos homens. Eu não vivo maquiada. De vez em quando, sim. Mas o tempo todo não. Eu não vivo na academia. Eu detesto batom. E detesto salto alto.&lt;br /&gt;E fora tudo isso, eu ainda sou desastrada.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei ser delicada, meiga. Não sei ser patricinha.&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo isso é ser princesa, eu definitivamente estou longe de ser uma!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Sempre me achei uma verdadeira Fiona.&lt;br /&gt;E a mídia sempre me disse que sou uma ogra. Pois não me pareço em nada com modelos de revistas ou com as atrizes lindas. Não me pareço em nada com o que o mundo considera "bonito". Não sigo as dietas malucas encontradas em revistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho cintura tamanho 32.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho um coração tamanho gigante. Não sei amar alguém pelo corpo que a pessoa tem, pela sua beleza exterior ou pelo seu status. Só sei amar alguém, pelo seu coração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Até o dia que o meu Criador me falou:&lt;br /&gt;"Você tem razão! Você não é uma princesa. Pelo menos não do jeito que o mundo quer que você seja! Mas você é a MINHA princesa. Não qualquer uma, mas você é princesa porque é filha do Rei do universo. Não importa o que os outros digam ou o que você mesma diga. A sua beleza não é aquela que as pessoas enxergam, mas a sua beleza está em seu coração. Sabe aquela passagem da mulher virtuosa, minha filha? Eu escrevi para você! Eu escrevi pensando em você. Você é assim, porque EU criei você!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;E o príncipe encantado? Ah, ele não existe!&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro Príncipe foi o mais amoroso de todos: deu a Sua vida por mim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Escrito por Pati Geiger em 27/03/2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A formosura é uma ilusão, e a beleza acaba, mas a mulher que teme ao Deus Eterno será elogiada."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Provérbios 31:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-5885117400356972591?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/5885117400356972591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/fionas-do-rei-por-pati-geiger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5885117400356972591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5885117400356972591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/fionas-do-rei-por-pati-geiger.html' title='Fionas do Rei - Por Pati Geiger'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UjRrO855zoM/TscRxgIkPwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6gnxcIRdZls/s72-c/fiona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-5020950743515275419</id><published>2011-11-16T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T10:58:05.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Como Lírios entre Espinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqUsYxGLXcE/TsQHdBz_ieI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Y_ZkEtKdO64/s1600/105947394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqUsYxGLXcE/TsQHdBz_ieI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Y_ZkEtKdO64/s400/105947394.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Em cada geração, há poucas jovens que descobrem seu verdadeiro príncipe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assim como as princesas dos contos de fadas na minha infância,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma vez que elas conhecem seu verdadeiro príncipe e percebem seu incrível amor por elas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;elas voluntariamente desistem de tudo para segui-lo até os confins da terra.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elas vivem a vida com seu príncipe, e são totalmente diferentes do mundo ao seu redor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elas são radiantes. Elas são confiantes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elas mudam o mundo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elas possuem verdadeiramente uma beleza autentica que flui de dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elas mudam o mundo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elas são separadas em completa e intima devoção total e absoluta ao seu príncipe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E elas destacam-se entre todas as outras jovens como lírios entre espinhos.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Leslie Ludy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-5020950743515275419?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/5020950743515275419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/como-lirios-entre-espinhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5020950743515275419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5020950743515275419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/como-lirios-entre-espinhos.html' title='Como Lírios entre Espinhos'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqUsYxGLXcE/TsQHdBz_ieI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Y_ZkEtKdO64/s72-c/105947394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-1155931280497582079</id><published>2011-11-16T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:22:03.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trechos'/><title type='text'>Oleiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZbtty4Owds/TsPxAODUwQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/TGTerJBCaIg/s1600/84872246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZbtty4Owds/TsPxAODUwQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/TGTerJBCaIg/s320/84872246.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É como se Deus fosse o oleiro e nós, a cerâmica. Ele não quer que nós saiamos por aí e procuremos nos transformar em algo que Ele não quer, pois não foi para isso que Ele nos criou. Ele quer que fiquemos sempre no seu “torno”, mesmo que às vezes fiquemos até meio tontos, com aquele girar incessante, com a mão DEle a nos moldar e apertar. Foi Ele que nos criou. Ele sabe nos dar a forma que devemos ter, ou melhor, a forma que Ele quer que tenhamos. Assim seremos como Ele quer que sejamos. Então Deus quer que fiquemos no “torno” para nos moldar com suas próprias mãos. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; É, com aquelas mãos que ainda têm as cicatrizes dos cravos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Séries Robin Jones Gunn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-1155931280497582079?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/1155931280497582079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/oleiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1155931280497582079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1155931280497582079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/oleiro.html' title='Oleiro'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZbtty4Owds/TsPxAODUwQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/TGTerJBCaIg/s72-c/84872246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-2932580130996924405</id><published>2011-11-08T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:33:17.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><title type='text'>O Homem no Buraco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/2XD6YL_nQYc/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2XD6YL_nQYc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2XD6YL_nQYc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Porque Deus enviou o seu Filho ao mundo, não para que condenasse o mundo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas para que o mundo fosse salvo por ele. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;João 3:17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-2932580130996924405?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/2932580130996924405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-homem-no-buraco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2932580130996924405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2932580130996924405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-homem-no-buraco.html' title='O Homem no Buraco'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-6581721056490398830</id><published>2011-11-08T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:11:09.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Imperfeito - Anderson Freire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/jvCT_1iqTkg/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jvCT_1iqTkg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jvCT_1iqTkg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imperfeito&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pai, perdoa o meu jeito de achar que sou perfeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vejo erro nas pessoas, e não olho meus defeitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Justifico-me com o bem quando o mal eu pratiquei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No final, eu reconheço quando eu erro outra vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou sempre declarando: "quero ser como criança"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com o coração tão cheio de maldade e de vingança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pai, perdoa o meu jeito de achar que sou perfeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou tão falho pecador detalhado de defeitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pai, meu Pai, tenho muito que mudar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pai, meu Pai, me ajude a melhorar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pai, a minha oração pode parecer tão dura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É que essa realidade no meu peito só machuca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não dava pra esperar, amanhã seria tarde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te entregar meu coração é minha prioridade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me olhando nessa hora ainda não sou perfeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas eu sinto que me amas mesmo eu sendo desse jeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obrigado por me ouvir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não vou nem me despedir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fica aqui dentro de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para nunca mais sair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #f3ecff; color: #5b5b5b; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;♫♪♫♪♫♪♫&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-6581721056490398830?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/6581721056490398830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/imperfeito-anderson-freire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/6581721056490398830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/6581721056490398830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/imperfeito-anderson-freire.html' title='Imperfeito - Anderson Freire'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-167912587795412452</id><published>2011-11-08T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:40:39.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xeh-kGv4wz4/TrlNW93eUlI/AAAAAAAAAII/vR_ipgT8oFA/s1600/praia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="438" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xeh-kGv4wz4/TrlNW93eUlI/AAAAAAAAAII/vR_ipgT8oFA/s640/praia.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-167912587795412452?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/167912587795412452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/167912587795412452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/167912587795412452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/o.html' title='õ_ |__|'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xeh-kGv4wz4/TrlNW93eUlI/AAAAAAAAAII/vR_ipgT8oFA/s72-c/praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-4468416228987075995</id><published>2011-11-08T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:33:56.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>A vida de Ane - Uma história de fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ix3nDS91Tw/TrlJEUEGEMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/C5HChi5yLlc/s1600/imagem-2-300x198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ix3nDS91Tw/TrlJEUEGEMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/C5HChi5yLlc/s400/imagem-2-300x198.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eu sou uma garota comum, dessas que trabalham e estudam, namoram, vão à igreja. Sou designer, gosto de música, fotografia, assisto tv quando dá, saio quando, dá escrevo quando dá… e sou uma dessas sorteadas que foram diagnosticadas com câncer . Mas, câncer de mama aos 23 anos? É! E com metástase nos ossos da coluna aos 24. Mas não se assuste! Já existem milhares como eu.&lt;br /&gt;O que me faz diferente das outras é que eu não me contento com o que os médicos falam. não confio só neles. Até porque as esperanças que eles me deram foram poucas demais pra eu acreditar... E que me perdoem os crédulos fiéis dos aventais brancos, mas existe muito mais nesse mundo do que apenas eles, os aventais... e também há mais do que apenas quimioterapias, radioterapias e outras coisas desse tipo.&lt;br /&gt;Existe Deus. E existe gente que acredita nEle... tipo eu, assim... sabe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5Nuzf0PRtM/TrlJ-V3YYaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LuGYjf3PXQo/s1600/ANE-1-300x280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="373" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y5Nuzf0PRtM/TrlJ-V3YYaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LuGYjf3PXQo/s400/ANE-1-300x280.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quer ajudar a Ane?  É muito fácil!&lt;br /&gt;No blog &lt;a href="http://www.amigosdaane.org/"&gt;Amigos da Ane&lt;/a&gt; tem uma surpresa para quem quer ajudar financeiramente. Confere lá.&lt;br /&gt;Você também pode seguir a Ane no twitter (e mandar um abraço pra ela): &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/aneninolopes"&gt;@AneNinoLopes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem grana??&amp;nbsp;Tudo bem! Você pode ajudar em orações, não pode?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A história da Ane talvez é só mais uma entre milhares de vidas que enfrentam a mesma situação, mas se a gente pode fazer a diferença em pelo menos uma vida, eu já fico feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Por Pati Geiger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://naomordamaca.com/2011/11/08/a-vida-de-ane/" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;http://naomordamaca.com/2011/11/08/a-vida-de-ane/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-4468416228987075995?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/4468416228987075995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/vida-de-ane-uma-historia-de-fe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/4468416228987075995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/4468416228987075995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/vida-de-ane-uma-historia-de-fe.html' title='A vida de Ane - Uma história de fé'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ix3nDS91Tw/TrlJEUEGEMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/C5HChi5yLlc/s72-c/imagem-2-300x198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-1524794438744474348</id><published>2011-11-08T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T07:12:38.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Ria... =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8gw7cigtaJw/TrlGY0YzrCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YO42m_yO6IU/s1600/sorvete.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8gw7cigtaJw/TrlGY0YzrCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YO42m_yO6IU/s1600/sorvete.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-1524794438744474348?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/1524794438744474348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/ria-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1524794438744474348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1524794438744474348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/ria-d.html' title='Ria... =D'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8gw7cigtaJw/TrlGY0YzrCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YO42m_yO6IU/s72-c/sorvete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-9037559761059864217</id><published>2011-11-04T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T12:13:39.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e Poesias'/><title type='text'>Cântico do Servo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZS0dSfvTdg/TrQ5VCboHuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wNdBzvzNh5s/s1600/coroa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZS0dSfvTdg/TrQ5VCboHuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wNdBzvzNh5s/s400/coroa.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem deu crédito à nossa pregação? E a quem se manifestou o braço do SENHOR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque foi subindo como renovo perante ele, e como raiz de uma terra seca; não tinha beleza nem formosura e, olhando nós para ele, não havia boa aparência nele, para que o desejássemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Era desprezado, e o mais rejeitado entre os homens, homem de dores, e experimentado nos trabalhos; e, como um de quem os homens escondiam o rosto, era desprezado, e não fizemos dele caso algum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verdadeiramente ele tomou sobre si as nossas enfermidades, e as nossas dores levou sobre si; e nós o reputávamos por aflito, ferido de Deus, e oprimido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas ele foi ferido por causa das nossas transgressões, e moído por causa das nossas iniqüidades; o castigo que nos traz a paz estava sobre ele, e pelas suas pisaduras fomos sarados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todos nós andávamos desgarrados como ovelhas; cada um se desviava pelo seu caminho; mas o SENHOR fez cair sobre ele a iniqüidade de nós todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ele foi oprimido e afligido, mas não abriu a sua boca; como um cordeiro foi levado ao matadouro, e como a ovelha muda perante os seus tosquiadores, assim ele não abriu a sua boca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da opressão e do juízo foi tirado; e quem contará o tempo da sua vida? Porquanto foi cortado da terra dos viventes; pela transgressão do meu povo ele foi atingido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E puseram a sua sepultura com os ímpios, e com o rico na sua morte; ainda que nunca cometeu injustiça, nem houve engano na sua boca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todavia, ao SENHOR agradou moê-lo, fazendo-o enfermar; quando a sua alma se puser por expiação do pecado, verá a sua posteridade, prolongará os seus dias; e o bom prazer do SENHOR prosperará na sua mão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ele verá o fruto do trabalho da sua alma, e ficará satisfeito; com o seu conhecimento o meu servo, o justo, justificará a muitos; porque as iniqüidades deles levará sobre si.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por isso lhe darei a parte de muitos, e com os poderosos repartirá ele o despojo; porquanto derramou a sua alma na morte, e foi contado com os transgressores; mas ele levou sobre si o pecado de muitos, e intercedeu pelos transgressores.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isaías 53:1-12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-9037559761059864217?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/9037559761059864217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/cantico-do-servo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/9037559761059864217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/9037559761059864217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/11/cantico-do-servo.html' title='Cântico do Servo'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZS0dSfvTdg/TrQ5VCboHuI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wNdBzvzNh5s/s72-c/coroa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-5811959262198509408</id><published>2011-10-28T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:59:50.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhXx81T388E/TqrtSekHCOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BXqLnVpdYuw/s1600/perfeito-vir%25C3%25A1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhXx81T388E/TqrtSekHCOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BXqLnVpdYuw/s640/perfeito-vir%25C3%25A1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-5811959262198509408?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/5811959262198509408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/o_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5811959262198509408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5811959262198509408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/o_28.html' title='õ_ |__|'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhXx81T388E/TqrtSekHCOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BXqLnVpdYuw/s72-c/perfeito-vir%25C3%25A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-5359463685491806434</id><published>2011-10-28T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:47:43.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e Poesias'/><title type='text'>Só Deus Pode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6GLUgOclbVw/TqrpJVZPtAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zVTYucKdkwU/s1600/83292879+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6GLUgOclbVw/TqrpJVZPtAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zVTYucKdkwU/s400/83292879+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só Deus pode criar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas você pode valorizar o que Ele criou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só Deus pode dar a vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas você pode transmiti-la e respeitá-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só Deus pode dar a saúde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas você pode orientar e guiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só Deus pode dar a fé,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas você pode dar testemunho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só Deus pode infundir a esperança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas você pode restituir a confiança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só Deus pode dar amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas você pode ensinar seu irmão a amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só Deus pode dar alegria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas você pode sorrir a todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só Deus pode dar a paz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas você pode semear união.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só Deus pode dar a força,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas você pode apoiar a quem desanimou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só Deus é o caminho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas você pode indicá-lo a outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-5359463685491806434?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/5359463685491806434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-deus-pode.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5359463685491806434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5359463685491806434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-deus-pode.html' title='Só Deus Pode'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6GLUgOclbVw/TqrpJVZPtAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zVTYucKdkwU/s72-c/83292879+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-5690891828698579954</id><published>2011-10-27T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:35:04.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><title type='text'>A Mulher Invisível</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/WBSAVK2xLgU/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WBSAVK2xLgU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WBSAVK2xLgU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"E ela chamou o nome do SENHOR, que com ela falava: Tu és Deus que me vê;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gênesis 16.13 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-5690891828698579954?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/5690891828698579954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/mulher-invisivel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5690891828698579954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5690891828698579954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/mulher-invisivel.html' title='A Mulher Invisível'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-6564179847933680520</id><published>2011-10-27T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:31:27.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Verdadeiro Tesouro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVel3NuWLX4/TqoRpJpRQ2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZMYzZkfkGX8/s1600/90539344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVel3NuWLX4/TqoRpJpRQ2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZMYzZkfkGX8/s400/90539344.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um homem caminhava pela praia numa noite de lua cheia e pensava: &lt;br /&gt;“Se tivesse um carro novo, seria feliz…" &lt;br /&gt;“Se tivesse uma casa grande, seria feliz…"&lt;br /&gt;“Se tivesse um excelente trabalho, seria feliz..." &lt;br /&gt;“Se tivesse uma parceira perfeita, seria feliz…" &lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento, tropeçou em uma pequena sacola cheia de pedras e começou jogá-las uma a uma no mar.&lt;br /&gt;E a cada vez dizia: “Seria feliz se tivesse…"&lt;br /&gt;Assim fez até que restou apenas uma pedrinha, que decidiu guardar. &lt;br /&gt;Ao chegar em casa percebeu que aquela pedrinha tratava-se de um diamante muito valioso.&lt;br /&gt;Quantos diamantes teria jogado ao mar sem parar para pensar? &lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes nós também jogamos fora nossos preciosos tesouros, esperando o que acreditamos ser perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;“Se você ainda não pode ter o que sonha, Dê valor e ame o que você tem!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-6564179847933680520?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/6564179847933680520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/um-homem-caminhava-pela-praia-numa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/6564179847933680520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/6564179847933680520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/um-homem-caminhava-pela-praia-numa.html' title='Verdadeiro Tesouro'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVel3NuWLX4/TqoRpJpRQ2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZMYzZkfkGX8/s72-c/90539344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-6778228517006676704</id><published>2011-10-26T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T13:46:54.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Ria... =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrJ5zZtnKNs/TqhxtCSQHtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1JEOw47l-ac/s1600/edifica-sua-casa.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrJ5zZtnKNs/TqhxtCSQHtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1JEOw47l-ac/s1600/edifica-sua-casa.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-6778228517006676704?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/6778228517006676704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/ria-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/6778228517006676704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/6778228517006676704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/ria-d.html' title='Ria... =D'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BrJ5zZtnKNs/TqhxtCSQHtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1JEOw47l-ac/s72-c/edifica-sua-casa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-6311972982759767585</id><published>2011-10-26T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T13:41:18.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trechos'/><title type='text'>Conceito de Beleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_0XWyuxM_c/TqhwSu07GmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/peXbbR7GvpQ/s1600/92573465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_0XWyuxM_c/TqhwSu07GmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/peXbbR7GvpQ/s400/92573465.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nossa sociedade tem sua própria definição de “beleza”. Se você não se parece com a capa de uma revista, não é considerada linda. A mídia lembra-nos constantemente que aquelas de nós que não se encaixam em sua categoria de beleza não são atraentes. Enquanto crianças e adolescentes somos condicionados a sermos atraídas apenas por aquilo que a sociedade considera agradável de se olhar. Mas não podemos basear nossa opinião no padrão da sociedade!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jamais me esquecerei de minha surpresa quando fui para o México e descobri que em sua cultura a pele clara, mais do que a bronzeada, era considerada linda. Durante muitos anos eu havia me chateado por que minha pele nunca ficava bronzeada como a de todas as minhas amigas. Os mexicanos achavam um absurdo os americanos pagarem para deitarem-se em cabines de bronzeamento artificial para ficarem mais escuros. Eles queriam que suas peles ficassem o mais claro possível! Como somos bobos ao tentarmos parecer-nos com o último modelo da perfeição física.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os caminhos de Deus são maiores que as idéias imbecis do mundo sobre beleza. Ele fez cada um com um dom único de atração. Se for desejo de Deus que você se case, ele já escolheu alguém especial só para você. Esse moço foi criado para ser misturado a sua vida, ao seu chamado, aos seus dons e a sua personalidade. Mais interessante ainda, esse homem terá atração por aquilo que se encaixa exatamente com o que você é. Ele a achará muito linda em tudo. Da mesma forma que Adão era enlevado totalmente por Eva, assim será seu marido por você.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É importante também lembrar-se de que Deus dá muitíssimo mais valor à nossa beleza interna, que vem de um coração que é inteiramente Dele. A beleza externa desvanece rapidamente. (Provérbios 31:30).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É interessante como um espírito alegre, radiante, afeta a aparência externa de uma pessoa. Quanto mais você se concentra em sua beleza interior através da pureza de vida e pensamento, mais sua aparência exterior tornar-se-á brilhante e branda. A beleza interna passará no teste do tempo e eventualmente lhe presenteará com uma coroa de glória, enquanto que a beleza exterior é temporária e de pequeno valor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não interessa o que a sociedade a fez pensar sobre você mesma; Deus a considera linda e valiosa. Ele criou você do jeitinho que Ele a queria!. Você é tão preciosa em Sua visão! Você é Sua princesa, Seu tesouro de filha. Ele a ama mais do que você possa compreender. Lembre-se sempre de que Deus dá mais valor a um coração que teme ao Senhor do que a uma bela aparência externa. Se o plano Dele para você for o casamento, Ele criou um homem que amará tudo em você. Então, enquanto espera, concentre-se no adorno de seu coração e não apenas na aparência externa. Um espírito manso e tranqüilo tem uma beleza incorruptível. (I Pedro 3:4).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sua Perfeita Fidelidade&lt;/i&gt; - Leslie Ludy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-6311972982759767585?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/6311972982759767585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/conceito-de-beleza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/6311972982759767585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/6311972982759767585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/conceito-de-beleza.html' title='Conceito de Beleza'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b_0XWyuxM_c/TqhwSu07GmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/peXbbR7GvpQ/s72-c/92573465.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-8378796952936480776</id><published>2011-10-25T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:42:02.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>You Are For Me - Kari Jobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/DMdAZ-u2Lgs/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMdAZ-u2Lgs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DMdAZ-u2Lgs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você É Por Mim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão fiel, tão constante, tão amoroso e tão verdadeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão poderoso em tudo que faz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você me preenche, Você me vê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você sabe que cada movimento meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você ama-me para cantar para você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que Tu és por mim, eu sei que você é por mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que Você nunca vai me abandonar na minha fraqueza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu sei que você veio agora mesmo a escrever sobre o meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para me lembrar quem você é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão paciente, tão gracioso, tão misericordioso e fiel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão maravilhoso em tudo que faz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você me preenche, Você me vê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você sabe que cada movimento meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você ama-me para cantar para você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senhor, eu sei que Tu és por mim, eu sei que Tu és por mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que Você nunca vai me abandonar na minha fraqueza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu sei que Você veio agora mesmo a escrever sobre o meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para me lembrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Senhor, eu sei que Tu és por mim, eu sei que você é por mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que Você nunca vai me abandonar na minha fraqueza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu sei que Você veio agora mesmo a escrever sobre o meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para me lembrar quem Tu és&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para me lembrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que Tu és por mim, eu sei que você é por mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que Você nunca vai me abandonar na minha fraqueza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu sei que você veio agora mesmo a escrever sobre o meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para me lembrar quem Tu és&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;♫♪♫♪♫♪♫&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-8378796952936480776?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/8378796952936480776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-are-for-me-kari-jobe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/8378796952936480776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/8378796952936480776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-are-for-me-kari-jobe.html' title='You Are For Me - Kari Jobe'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-8151305630221183069</id><published>2011-10-25T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T14:53:22.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhtGPKgvrM0/TqcvUO4T1VI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pWuItXWaEgc/s1600/OgAAALITvIQrUn7ijCT7-tunxltLnn380Y5tGj0N2pPUnEQNGTTX06tpxjopvpdISP05aW_mUqxRCaH7UOxeHiOwkowAm1T1UHo6v467vZCD-LUgnyfuAgwb7C1Q.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhtGPKgvrM0/TqcvUO4T1VI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pWuItXWaEgc/s640/OgAAALITvIQrUn7ijCT7-tunxltLnn380Y5tGj0N2pPUnEQNGTTX06tpxjopvpdISP05aW_mUqxRCaH7UOxeHiOwkowAm1T1UHo6v467vZCD-LUgnyfuAgwb7C1Q.jpg" width="636" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Eu sei que tudo quanto Deus faz durará eternamente; nada se lhe deve acrescentar, e nada se lhe deve tirar; e isto faz Deus para que haja temor diante dele."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eclesiastes 3:14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-8151305630221183069?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/8151305630221183069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/8151305630221183069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/8151305630221183069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/o.html' title='õ_ |__|'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhtGPKgvrM0/TqcvUO4T1VI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pWuItXWaEgc/s72-c/OgAAALITvIQrUn7ijCT7-tunxltLnn380Y5tGj0N2pPUnEQNGTTX06tpxjopvpdISP05aW_mUqxRCaH7UOxeHiOwkowAm1T1UHo6v467vZCD-LUgnyfuAgwb7C1Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-1813617264984219448</id><published>2011-10-24T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T13:41:13.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e Poesias'/><title type='text'>“Uma Pergunta de Mulher”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_F-olWaf3ds/TqVr4tbFN0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/9xYOhUODcHk/s1600/200411325-002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_F-olWaf3ds/TqVr4tbFN0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/9xYOhUODcHk/s400/200411325-002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você sabe que me pediu a coisa mais cara já feita pelas Mãos acima?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;O coração de uma mulher e a vida de uma mulher &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o maravilhoso amor de uma mulher.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você sabe que me pediu algo que não tem preço&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;assim como uma criança pede um brinquedo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exigindo o que os outros morreram para obter, com o ímpeto descuidado de um garoto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você definiu meus deveres,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;como homem, questionou-me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agora fique nas grades de minha alma de mulher até que eu o questione.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você exigiu que sua comida estivesse sempre quente, suas meias e sua camisa sempre impecáveis; eu exijo que seu coração seja verdadeiro como as estre­las de Deus e sua alma pura como Seu céu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você exigiu uma cozinheira para sua comida&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu exijo algo bem maior;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma costureira você quer para suas meias e camisas -&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu procuro um homem e rei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um rei para a maravilhosa esfera chamada Lar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;e um homem cujo Criador, Deus, observe como fez&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;com o primeiro e diga: “É muito bom”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou formosa e jovem, mas o tom rosa pode desbotar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;desta face jovem algum dia;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você me amará quando as folhas caírem,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;assim como me amou no desabrochar da primavera?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seu coração é tão forte e verdadeiro,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;que posso me lançar em sua maré?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma mulher amorosa pode encontrar céu ou inferno&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;no dia em que se torna uma noiva.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exijo tudo o que é grandioso e verdadeiro, tudo o que um homem pode ser; se você me der tudo isto, darei minha vida para ser tudo o que exige de mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoQuote"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se você não pode ter isto, uma lavadeira e cozinheira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pode contratar por baixo preço;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o coração de uma mulher e a vida de uma mulher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não podem ser obtidos desta maneira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Woman Question&lt;/i&gt; - Lena Lathrop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-1813617264984219448?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/1813617264984219448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/uma-pergunta-de-mulher.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1813617264984219448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1813617264984219448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/uma-pergunta-de-mulher.html' title='“Uma Pergunta de Mulher”'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_F-olWaf3ds/TqVr4tbFN0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/9xYOhUODcHk/s72-c/200411325-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-8199964958506984278</id><published>2011-10-05T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:04:05.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trechos'/><title type='text'>Bolinhas de Gude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wyWasJTUYyw/TozE2iy8FbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RRDu17r4U6A/s1600/200532858-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wyWasJTUYyw/TozE2iy8FbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RRDu17r4U6A/s400/200532858-001.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Um dia um menino que tinha um saco de bolinhas de gude propões uma troca com uma menina que tinha um saco de balas. A menina concorda de imediato. Mas quando o menino tira as suas bolinhas, ele se dá conta que não conseguirá ficar sem algumas delas. De uma maneira desonesta, ele tira três das suas melhores bolinhas e esconde embaixo do travesseiro. O menino e a menina fazem a troca, e ela jamais fica sabendo que ele trapaceou. Mas naquela noite, enquanto a menina dormia um sono tranquilo, o menino não estava em paz. Ele estava bem acordado, atormentado por uma pergunta: "Será que ela também ficou com as suas melhores balas?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Como aquele garotinho, muitos de nós passamos pela vida incomodado pela pergunta: "Será que Deus tem me dado o melhor Dele?" Mas a questão que devemos responder primeiro é: "Será que estou dando o melhor de mim?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu Disse Adeus ao Namoro&lt;/i&gt; - Joshua Harris &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-8199964958506984278?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/8199964958506984278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/bolinhas-de-gude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/8199964958506984278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/8199964958506984278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/bolinhas-de-gude.html' title='Bolinhas de Gude'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wyWasJTUYyw/TozE2iy8FbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RRDu17r4U6A/s72-c/200532858-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-7016054991313360839</id><published>2011-10-04T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:05:07.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e Poesias'/><title type='text'>"Algum dia"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ez2_hfkRZc/Tos7yrYAu0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Sxzm2PCwiko/s1600/104527693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ez2_hfkRZc/Tos7yrYAu0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Sxzm2PCwiko/s400/104527693.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, quando todas as lições da vida foram aprendidas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o sol e as estrelasse recolheram para sempre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As coisas que os nossos fracos julgamentos aqui desprezaram,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As coisas sobre as quais nós nos afligimos com açoites,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Irão se iluminar à nossa frente, saindo da noite escura da nossa vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como as estrelas brilham em tons mais profundos de azul;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E veremos como todos os planos de Deus são corretos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o que parecia reprovável era o amor mais verdadeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então esteja contente pobre coração;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os planos de Deus, como lírios, puros e brancos, desabrocham;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não devemos abrir à força as folhas ainda fechadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O tempo revelará os cálices de ouro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E se, através do trabalho perseverante, alcançarmos a terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Onde pés cansados, com as sandálias desamarradas, poderão descansar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando veremos e compreenderemos claramente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acho que iremos dizer: "Deus sabia o que era o melhor!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometime &amp;nbsp;- &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;May Riley Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-7016054991313360839?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/7016054991313360839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/algum-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/7016054991313360839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/7016054991313360839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/10/algum-dia.html' title='&quot;Algum dia&quot;'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ez2_hfkRZc/Tos7yrYAu0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/Sxzm2PCwiko/s72-c/104527693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-5287044916484397568</id><published>2011-09-28T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:08:14.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos'/><title type='text'>Adoração em sua essência...♪</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/80DXO7ad0UQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/80DXO7ad0UQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/80DXO7ad0UQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mas a hora vem, e agora é, em que os verdadeiros adoradores adorarão o Pai em espírito e em verdade; porque o Pai procura a tais que assim o adorem."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;João 4:23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem preciso escrever nada... O vídeo fala por si só!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-5287044916484397568?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/5287044916484397568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/09/adoracao-em-sua-essencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5287044916484397568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5287044916484397568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/09/adoracao-em-sua-essencia.html' title='Adoração em sua essência...♪'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-5513642434993224805</id><published>2011-09-19T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:11:25.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavra Minha'/><title type='text'>Aquelas Mãos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfGTz5c7hKI/TneL402IpnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dI9UG3E5s20/s1600/93226501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfGTz5c7hKI/TneL402IpnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dI9UG3E5s20/s400/93226501.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;"O meu hobby é &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ler.&lt;/b&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando digo isso a reação de quase todas as pessoas é a mesma, me chamam de maluca, falam que ler não é hobby, etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A verdade é que eu amo ler... Ler é um antídoto pra mim. Quando leio eu viajo na história, me coloco no lugar dos personagens, me desligo do mundo e entro no livro. Entre os meus preferidos estão doutrinas jurídicas (acredite!!), C. S. Lewis, Joshua Harris, Eric &amp;amp; Leslie Ludy, Max Lucado, Jaime Kemp , Gary Chapman, e, vários outros.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hoje, gostaria de compartilhar com vocês um trecho de um livro &amp;nbsp;escrito pela minha escritora favorita &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Robin Jones Gunn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Robin é autora de várias séries de sucesso no mundo e no momento estou lendo uma dessas séries, Série Selena. Quero compartilhar um trecho do 10º livro da série que é “Vá em frente, Selena”. Espero que gostem!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;"Dezenas e dezenas de pessoas, todas parecendo muito alegres, passavam por Selena, que permanecia parada no lugar. Teve uma sensação de tristeza, como a que sentira, certa vez, quando estava&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;com seis anos. A família toda fora assistir a um concerto à noite. Em dado momento, ela se vira perdida, no meio da multidão. Os pais já haviam lhe ensinado que, se um dia ela se perdesse,&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;deveria ficar parada no lugar, esperando. Alguém viria buscá-la. Desta vez, porém, ninguém viria procurá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Na outra ocasião, no concerto, ela ficara sozinha apenas alguns minutos. Seu pai logo aparecera, com o semblante preocupado, à sua procura, e imediatamente pegara na mão dela com firmeza. Recordava com nitidez as sensações que experimentara naquele momento. Primeiro, fora o pavor que a dominara, por se ver perdida e sozinha. Em seguida, assim que o pai segurou sua mão, o medo se evaporou e ela se viu envolta por um enorme sentimento de conforto e segurança. No instante em que sentiu a mão do pai pegando a sua, ela se agarrou a ele firmemente. Nunca mais queria passar por aquilo, por aquele temor e aquela impressão de estar sozinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;No entanto, ali estava ela, com dezessete anos, fazendo um passeio que quisera fazer, com os amigos em cuja companhia desejava estar, mas tomada pelo medo. Estava dominada por uma forte sensação de isolamento. Era como se tivesse voltado a ter seis anos de idade. Só que, desta vez, ninguém viria pegá-la pela mão. Seu pai se encontrava a mais de mil e quinhentos quilômetros de distância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Foi então que um pensamento lhe ocorreu. Era um desses pensamentos que começam no coração e depois passam ao espírito, aquecendo-o maravilhosamente. O Pai celeste não se achava a mais de mil e quinhentos quilômetros de distância. Estava bem ali, ao seu lado. Aliás, ele sempre estava, pois prometera que sempre estaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Ao compreender isso, sentiu enorme paz. O pavor e o medo gelados se dissiparam. Teve a sensação de que Jesus, quase que imperceptivelmente, estendera sua mão ferida pelos cravos e pegara a sua. Agora, o que ela tinha a fazer era agarrar-se a ela firmemente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quantas e quantas vezes nos sentimos como Selena, cercados por várias pessoas porém, sozinhos. Vem o desespero e a sensação de desamparo e tomam conta do nosso coração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nessas horas devemos nos lembrar de que Ele, o Homem das Mãos Furadas, já estendeu sua mão e, nós devemos só segurá-la.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas isso.&lt;br /&gt;Segurar Naquela mão firmemente e não soltá-la mais!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Porque eu, o Senhor teu Deus, te tomo pela tua mão direita; e te digo: Não temas eu te ajudo.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Isaías 41.13&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-5513642434993224805?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/5513642434993224805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/09/aquelas-maos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5513642434993224805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5513642434993224805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/09/aquelas-maos.html' title='Aquelas Mãos...'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfGTz5c7hKI/TneL402IpnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/dI9UG3E5s20/s72-c/93226501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-7384303155736496927</id><published>2011-08-23T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T14:52:04.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>õ_ |__|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evbIy1BZ_-E/TkfpdDE9nLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TUE7w2TWxi8/s1600/DSC03456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evbIy1BZ_-E/TkfpdDE9nLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TUE7w2TWxi8/s640/DSC03456.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Os meus filhos vão saber&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;que se eu hoje adoro à Deus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;é por tudo que você me ensinou...♫"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Eu te amo, papai...♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* Na foto minha  irmã Larissa, eu e meu PAPAI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-7093312603848780999?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/7093312603848780999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/08/feliz-dia-dos-pais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/7093312603848780999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/7093312603848780999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/08/feliz-dia-dos-pais.html' title='Feliz Dia dos Pais'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evbIy1BZ_-E/TkfpdDE9nLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TUE7w2TWxi8/s72-c/DSC03456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-8701407706584310974</id><published>2011-07-28T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:13:20.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavra Minha'/><title type='text'>Soul Surfer - Coragem de Viver</title><content type='html'>Oláá, seguidores e visitanteees...Como estão?? Espero que bem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, essa semana assisti um filme "mais que perfeito". O filme é baseado na história de uma moça chamada Bethany Hamilton, que passou por uma provação imensa e com sua confiança inabalável em Deus conseguiu superar. O filme é inteiramente lindooo e recomendo!! Resolvi compartilhar com vocês um pequeno trecho do livro que ela escreveu, traduzido por mim, eu tenteeei rsrsrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jmXv8FDeeXI/TjHHJaqVIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/r3lNT6Z1Ums/s1600/BookCover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jmXv8FDeeXI/TjHHJaqVIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/r3lNT6Z1Ums/s400/BookCover.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Ele veio, literalmente, do nada. Eu não tive nenhum aviso, não vi nem mesmo o menor indício de perigo no horizonte. As ondas estavam pequenas e inconsistentes, e eu apenas [...] relaxando na minha prancha com o meu braço esquerdo balançando na água fria. Lembro-me de pensar: "Eu espero que as ondas apareçam logo..." [...] Uma fração de segundo. Eu senti muita pressão e alguns puxões como relâmpago, rápido. Então eu assisti em choque, como a água em volta de mim ficou vermelha. De alguma forma, eu fiquei calma. Meu braço esquerdo se foi quase &amp;nbsp;axila, juntamente com um pedaço em forma de lua crescente enorme da minha prancha, vermelho, branco e azul..."&lt;br /&gt;Eu me lembro mais claramente o que o paramédico Kauai disse-me na ambulância: Ele falou baixinho e segurou minha mão quando estávamos saindo do estacionamento da praia. Ele sussurrou em meu ouvido: "Deus nunca te deixará nem te desamparará." Ele estava certo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito em Deus. Ninguém me fez acreditar, eu não acho que você pode ou deve tentar forçar alguém a acreditar em algo. E mesmo que meus pais me ensinaram coisas sobre Deus e leram histórias da Bíblia para mim desde o mais cedo que me lembro... Foi a minha escolha tornar-me crente nEle. A forma como eu vejo, é que colocar nossa fé em Deus é algo tem que vir de cada pessoa. É a sua própria relação pessoal com Ele; um vínculo que é tão original como uma impressão digital.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas pessoas não pensam muito sobre esse tipo de coisa a não ser que algo terrível lhes aconteça, ou como meus pais, quando são mais velhos. Mas eu lembro que colocava minha confiança em Jesus Cristo, quando eu era apenas uma garotinha, provavelmente em torno de cinco anos de idade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando as pessoas me perguntavam o que a minha fé em Cristo significava para mim, eu costumava responder em apenas uma palavra: "tudo!" Isto era verdade antes do ataque de tubarão, bem como depois. E eu realmente acredito que essa fé é uma grande parte do que consegui através DEle. É bom saber que mesmo quando você não tem a menor idéia por que algo aconteceu em sua vida, alguém lá em cima tem um plano mestre e está cuidando de você. É um alívio enorme ser capaz de colocar sua confiança em Deus e tirar a carga de seus ombros.&lt;br /&gt;Meus planos para ser uma surfista profissional foram atropelados naquela manhã de Halloween. Foi o meu tsunami pessoal. Nos dias, semanas e meses que se seguiram eu tive um monte de limpeza para fazer no meu interior. Muitas vezes, era assustadora a tentativa. E eu não vou mentir para você: de certa forma ainda é. Eu trabalhei muito duro para me tornar uma surfista profissional, e agora estou competindo com as melhores surfistas mulheres no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas para mim, saber que Deus me ama e que Ele tem um plano para minha vida, que nenhum tubarão pode tirar e nenhum resultado pode abalar, é como ter uma rocha sólida debaixo de mim. Coisas ruins estão prestes a acontecer a todos. É a vida. Aqui vai meu conselho: não colocar toda sua esperança e fé em algo que poderá de repente desaparecer facilmente. E honestamente, isso é quase nada. A única coisa que nunca vai embora, que nunca lhe faltará, é Deus e sua fé NEle. Tudo o que posso dizer é que Ele me dá uma base muito forte para tudo o que faço na vida." Bethany Hamilton&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;A True Story of Faith, Family, and Fighting to Get Back on the Board by Bethany Hamilton, Sheryl Berk, and Rick Bundschuh. Published by MTV Books/Pocket Books. Copyright by Bethany Hamilton.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bethanyhamilton.com/"&gt;http://bethanyhamilton.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lindo, né? Visitem o site e assistam o filme: "Soul Surfer - Coragem de viver."&lt;br /&gt;BjO =*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Tahoma, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-8701407706584310974?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/8701407706584310974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/07/soul-surfer-coragem-de-viver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/8701407706584310974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/8701407706584310974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/07/soul-surfer-coragem-de-viver.html' title='Soul Surfer - Coragem de Viver'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jmXv8FDeeXI/TjHHJaqVIUI/AAAAAAAAAD4/r3lNT6Z1Ums/s72-c/BookCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-6600161527891203350</id><published>2011-07-20T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:46:11.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Datas'/><title type='text'>20 de Julho - Dia do Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje é Dia do Amigooo...E, pra homenagear todos os meus amigos, desde aqueles que estão pertinho até aos que estão mais longe, escolhi essa música da Elaine de Jesus "Tesouro do Coração". Vocês são muito importantes pra mim...Amo vocês e FELIZ DIA DO AMIGO!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Pra fazer a vida ter outro sentido é preciso procurar, encontrar e conquistar um grande amigo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para você confiar sem ter medo de errar, um sorriso pra fortalecer, se a tua mão enfraquecer um amigo vem te socorrer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os amigos são presentes conquistados lentamente, sentimento forte que não se entende.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faz doído coração, sincero amor e de emoção. Ter amigo é ter riqueza e ter tesouro em nossos corações.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quero te amar assim dividir o que é meu, foi a forma que encontrei para unir meu coração ao teu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um amigo se conquista e&amp;nbsp;se guarda para sempre.&amp;nbsp;Um tesouro pra durar eternamente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um amigo de verdade pode nos abençoar, raridade é feliz quem à um amigo conquistar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra compartilhar seus sonhos, sentimentos e emoções.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ter amigo é ter riqueza, tesouro em nossos corações.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É chorar se precisar.&amp;nbsp;É sorrir sem questionar.&amp;nbsp;É sofrer ao ver seu sofrimento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sem medidas, é amar!!&amp;nbsp;Cultivar nossa amizade, qual tesouro que alguém encontrou.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra te ver feliz amigo, vou&amp;nbsp;acreditar no sonho que você sonhou, que você sonhou!!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-6600161527891203350?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/6600161527891203350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/07/20-de-julho-dia-do-amigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/6600161527891203350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/6600161527891203350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/07/20-de-julho-dia-do-amigo.html' title='20 de Julho - Dia do Amigo'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-5515554645351276181</id><published>2011-04-25T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:51:15.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>O mecânico do Telescópio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8I_NwucpgA/TbXnXyL1dzI/AAAAAAAAADk/xMomasgDaq0/s1600/sobre-os-ensinamentos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8I_NwucpgA/TbXnXyL1dzI/AAAAAAAAADk/xMomasgDaq0/s320/sobre-os-ensinamentos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Um importante mecânico especialista foi chamado para consertar um gigantesco telescópio. Uma tarefa difícil e demorada. Durante a hora do almoço o chefe dos astrônomos encontrou o referido mecânico lendo sua Bíblia.&lt;br /&gt;- "O que você espera encontrar de bom nesse livro?" - perguntou-lhe. - "A Bíblia envelheceu. Ninguém, nem até mesmo sabe quem a escreveu, quem é seu ator."&lt;br /&gt;O mecânico serenamente olhou para o homem e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- "O senhor não usa muita muitas vezes, com total segurança a sua calculadora científica?"&lt;br /&gt;- "Sim, naturalmente." - respondeu o chefe.&lt;br /&gt;- "O senhor sabe quem a inventou e quem a construiu?"&lt;br /&gt;- "Mas...como o senhor confia na calculadora, se não sabe quem a fez?" - disse o mecânico.&lt;br /&gt;- "Bem, nós confiamos nestas calculadoras porque elas funcionam" - disse irritado o astrônomo.&lt;br /&gt;- "Eu confio na Bíblia pelo mesmo motivo, porque ela funciona." - disse o mecânico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-5515554645351276181?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/5515554645351276181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-mecanico-do-telescopio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5515554645351276181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/5515554645351276181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-mecanico-do-telescopio.html' title='O mecânico do Telescópio'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8I_NwucpgA/TbXnXyL1dzI/AAAAAAAAADk/xMomasgDaq0/s72-c/sobre-os-ensinamentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-7512385896849916369</id><published>2011-04-25T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:51:45.879-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Datas'/><title type='text'>1911 - 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Centenário da Assembléia de Deus no Brasil!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OntnDiU0VJg/TbXfKpdVgdI/AAAAAAAAADg/NSwy912Yiq8/s1600/20110419144709-bergedaniel.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OntnDiU0VJg/TbXfKpdVgdI/AAAAAAAAADg/NSwy912Yiq8/s320/20110419144709-bergedaniel.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-7512385896849916369?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/7512385896849916369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/04/1911-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/7512385896849916369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/7512385896849916369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/04/1911-2011.html' title='1911 - 2011'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OntnDiU0VJg/TbXfKpdVgdI/AAAAAAAAADg/NSwy912Yiq8/s72-c/20110419144709-bergedaniel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-1176845523031421803</id><published>2011-03-29T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:51:58.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Te esperar...♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Olá amoreees...saudade desse espacinho meu aqui!!! Semanas de trabalho e provas por isso sumiii!!! Mas tô de volta firme e fortee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Boom...hoje meu post é um texto lindo sobre algo que eu estou sentindo e todo mundo, que espera no Senhor, sente!! Espero que gosteem!! Bjooos..=**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; 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border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;TE ESPERAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; 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margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar é ser capaz de sonhar acordado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar é poder ter a certeza de que serei feliz com você, mesmo antes de te conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar é poder se divertir com a plateia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar é aprender que sou ansioso e paciente ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar é poder viajar nos pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar é poder te admirar sem te conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar é poder ser bobo para algumas pessoas e especial para você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar é aprender que o mais importante nos dias de hoje não é a beleza e sim o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar é poder repetir ao levantar e acordar todos os dias a mesma frase: obrigada por tudo, meu Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar é poder sonhar com seu sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar é querer morar no seu abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar é contar os dias só para poder sentar ao seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar, é mesmo sem notar, ser exemplo para algumas pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar é ver Deus agir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar é imaginar cada dia um pouquinho sobre você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te esperar é ter a certeza de que vai valer a pena, sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Não te espero porque confio em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Não te espero porque sou forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Não te espero porque sou paciente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Não te espero por um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Não te espero por um ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te espero por uma vida inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Te espero em Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Daiana Fóes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 9pt; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-type: none; 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border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(226, 226, 226); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 3px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; font: normal normal normal 2em/normal Arial; letter-spacing: -0.05em; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;O que você faria se seu namorado ficasse permanentemente deformado?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta foi a pergunta que Michelle Clifford precisou responder quando seu namorado, o militar Martyn Compton teve 70% do seu corpo totalmente queimado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ol8Btq6skO8/TXe9HWMojuI/AAAAAAAAADE/iHPLqxbH268/s1600/queimado11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ol8Btq6skO8/TXe9HWMojuI/AAAAAAAAADE/iHPLqxbH268/s320/queimado11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Martyn Compton foi vítima de uma emboscada, enquanto prestava serviço no Afeganistão, tendo 70% do seu corpo queimado e ficando durante três meses em coma. Quando recuperou a consciência, Compton percebeu que não tinha mais suas pálpebras, orelhas, nariz e cabelo, além de ter recebido a notícia de que não poderia mais andar. Seus catastróficos ferimentos representaram o trágico custo das tropas britânicas no Oriente Médio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Michelle e Martyn começaram a namorar em 2006 e duas semanas depois ele partiu para um período de quatro meses no Afeganistão. “Nunca chorei tanto”, admitiu Michelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Segundo o jornal &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1034570/The-beautiful-wedding-year-scarred-soldier-marries-sweetheart.html"&gt;Daily Mail&lt;/a&gt;, cinco semanas depois, Martyn dirigia um comboio em uma aldeia, aparentemente abandonada, quando rebeldes talibãs começaram a disparar de todos os lados. Logo depois uma bomba atingiu seu veículo, detonando granadas que estavam dentro do caminhão, provocando a morte de três colegas de Martyn e causando graves ferimentos nele. “Eu não vi mais nada. Só pensava que ia morrer, e que não iria cumprir a promessa que havia feito para a Michelle”, disse ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após o ataque, colegas de outro grupamento arriscaram suas vidas, puxando-o para dentro de um outro tanque. Martyn foi então levado para uma base britânica, onde foi reavidado por três vezes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Durante o período em que ficou em coma, Michelle permaneceu todos os dias ao lado do namorado, contrariando todas as pessoas que afirmavam que eles não continuariam juntos. Cantou suas canções favoritas, sussurrou próximo ao que restou das suas orelhas e angustiosamente assistiu às 15 cirurgias a que o rapaz foi submetido. Para completar a história de sofrimento do soldado, além das queimaduras, ele enfrentou uma infecção que comia sua carne, em virtude das bactérias que adquiriu rolando na areia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Eu pendurei todas as nossas fotos na parede. Fotos do local onde planejávamos fazer nosso casamento, fotos de nós dois juntos, dos seus pais e até dos cães. Quando ele abrisse os olhos, a primeira coisa que eu queria que ele visse seria seus entes queridos”, afirmou Michelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quatro meses após o acidente, Martyn recobrou a consciência e viu pela primeira vez sua nova imagem em um espelho:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Eu não imaginava que estava tão horrível, chorei na mesma hora. Ainda me sentia como antes, mas o espelho revelava uma outra pessoa.”, disse Martyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Durante o ano seguinte, Martyn dedicou-se à sua recuperação: seus braços que permaneciam dobrados em 90º voltaram à posição normal. Em janeiro deste ano, ele desafiou as previsões médicas e caminhou alguns metros, sozinho. E após mais de 60 horas de cirurgia, seu lábio superior, bochecha esquerda e nariz foram reconstruídos. Suas orelhas foram refeitas através da cartilagem das costelas, e devido ter perdido a pele do couro cabeludo, ele é obrigado a usar protetor solar fator 50, mesmo em dias nublados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente, na semana passada, mesmo com todas as dificuldades e contrariando qualquer preconceito, Michelle e Martyn casaram-se. A boa notícia ficou por conta dos médicos, que afirmaram que, apesar das seqüelas, o casal não terá problemas para ter filhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Se você olhar além das cicatrizes, como eu, vai perceber que o Martyn ainda está lá. Temos descoberto que valemos muito mais um para o outro. Nós provamos que vivemos um verdadeiro amor.”, concluiu Michelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rfSAsbgaVjE/TXe9vkW9K-I/AAAAAAAAADI/sY8gDodZ2W8/s1600/queimado2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rfSAsbgaVjE/TXe9vkW9K-I/AAAAAAAAADI/sY8gDodZ2W8/s320/queimado2.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Olá, pessoal!! Dias sem postar!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hoje estou inspirada, rsrsrsrs!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Resolvi postar essa bela história que me chamou a atenção quando a li!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Às vezes, é preciso olharmos além da aparência...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foi o que a moça fez!! Ela olhou além das cicatrizes e viu que o homem que ela amava estava ali!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bela lição que vale à pena refletirmos!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;BjO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Até o próximo post!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-7135157631985728500?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/7135157631985728500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-se-fosse-seu-namorado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/7135157631985728500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/7135157631985728500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-se-fosse-seu-namorado.html' title='E se fosse seu namorado?'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ol8Btq6skO8/TXe9HWMojuI/AAAAAAAAADE/iHPLqxbH268/s72-c/queimado11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-6488052317421661096</id><published>2011-03-03T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:52:42.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e Poesias'/><title type='text'>Algumas maneiras de fazer alguém feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-N-D6uaZSGIs/TXAHCW2-3KI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KyyNoHNiNV4/s1600/alegria-guri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-N-D6uaZSGIs/TXAHCW2-3KI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KyyNoHNiNV4/s400/alegria-guri.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dê um beijo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um abraço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um passo em sua direção,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aproxime-se sem cerimônia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dê um pouco de seu sentimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não conte o tempo de se dar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liberte um imenso sorriso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olhe nos olhos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Respeite uma lágrima,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ouça uma história,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mande uma carta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lembre-se de um caso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Converse sério ou fiado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conte uma piada. Ache graça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ajude a resolver um problema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pergunte: como vai? Que há de novo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E preste atenção!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sugira um livro ou um filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diga de vez em quando: desculpe... muito obrigado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não tem importância...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dê um presente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dê a mão a uma criança, um abraço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tente de alguma maneira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E não se espante se a pessoa mais feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Acabar sendo &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;VOCÊ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;BjO...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;Até amanhã no próximo post!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-6488052317421661096?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/6488052317421661096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/03/algumas-maneiras-de-fazer-alguem-feliz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/6488052317421661096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/6488052317421661096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/03/algumas-maneiras-de-fazer-alguem-feliz.html' title='Algumas maneiras de fazer alguém feliz'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-N-D6uaZSGIs/TXAHCW2-3KI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KyyNoHNiNV4/s72-c/alegria-guri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-10407620048364203</id><published>2011-03-02T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:49:40.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Faithfully (Fielmente) - Eric &amp; Leslie Ludy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/dTKt09m5GD8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dTKt09m5GD8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dTKt09m5GD8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fielmente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esta noite eu vi uma estrela cadente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fez-me imaginar onde você está&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por anos eu tenho sonhado com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu imagino se você está pensando em mim também&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neste mundo de romance barato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o amor que se dissipa logo após a dança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eles dizem que eu sou um tolo por esperar algo mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como eu posso realmente amar alguém que eu nunca tenha visto antes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas eu tenho desejado pelo amor verdadeiro em cada dia vivido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu sei que o amor real é um aprendizado de como se entregar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então, eu oro para que Deus traga você para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu oro para que você me encontre esperando fielmente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fielmente, eu sou teu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A partir de hoje até a eternidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fielmente, eu irei escrever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escrever-te uma canção de amor com a minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque este tipo de amor vale a pena ser esperado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não importa o quanto tempo demore, Eu sou teu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fielmente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Este noite eu vi um casal de apaixonados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lembraram-me da minha própria solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eles dizem que eu sou um tolo por continuar orando por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como eu posso querer desistir de um sonho que não será verdadeiro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas eu continuarei acreditando que Deus ainda tem um plano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ainda que eu não consiga te ver agora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que Ele consegue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E algum dia eu te darei tudo de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até que eu te encontre, eu estarei esperando fielmente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fielmente, eu sou teu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A partir de hoje até a eternidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fielmente, eu irei escrever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Escrever-te uma canção de amor com a minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque este tipo de amor vale a pena ser esperado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não importa o quanto tempo demore, Eu sou teu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fielmente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3ecff; color: #5b5b5b; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;♫♪♫♪♫♪♫&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Olá, people...Sabe quando você escuta uma música, para e diz "Essa música foi escrita pra mim!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pois é, essa é a &lt;b&gt;música da minha vida&lt;/b&gt; e quis compartilhar com vocês aqui.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Para aqueles que esperam no Senhor...&lt;b&gt;Continuem esperando &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FIELMENTE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando chegar a hora, CREIAM nisso, vai valer à pena!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Leslie Ludy'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-2068500530598090218</id><published>2011-02-24T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:53:13.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>As três árvores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6rIJDrPHUg/TWa35xnr26I/AAAAAAAAACk/2Uw9gZxPrsI/s1600/tres_arvores2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6rIJDrPHUg/TWa35xnr26I/AAAAAAAAACk/2Uw9gZxPrsI/s320/tres_arvores2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Havia, no alto da montanha, três pequenas árvores que sonhavam&amp;nbsp;com o que seriam depois de grandes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A primeira, olhando as estrelas, disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Eu quero ser o baú mais precioso do mundo, cheio de tesouros.&amp;nbsp;Para tal, até me disponho a ser cortada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A segunda olhou para o riacho e suspirou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Eu quero ser um grande navio para transportar reis e rainhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A terceira árvore olhou o vale e disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Eu quero ficar aqui no alto da montanha e crescer tanto que,&amp;nbsp;as pessoas ao olharem para mim, levantem seus olhos e pensem em Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muitos anos se passaram, as árvores cresceram.&amp;nbsp;Surgiram três lenhadores que, sem saber do sonho das&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;árvores, cortaram as três.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A primeira árvore acabou se transformando num cocho de&amp;nbsp;animais, coberto de feno.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A segunda virou um barco de pesca transportando&amp;nbsp;pessoas e peixes todos os dias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A terceira foi cortada em vigas e deixada num&amp;nbsp;depósito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desiludidas, as três árvores lamentaram os seus&amp;nbsp;destinos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas, numa certa noite, com o céu cheio de estrelas,&amp;nbsp;uma jovem mulher colocou o seu bebe recém-nascido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;naquele cocho. De repente, a árvore percebeu que&amp;nbsp;continha o maior tesouro do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A segunda, certo dia transportou um homem que acabou&amp;nbsp;por dormir no barco. E, quando uma tempestade quase&amp;nbsp;afundou o barco, o homem levantou-se e disse Paz! E imediatamente as águas se acalmaram.&amp;nbsp;E a árvore&amp;nbsp;transformada em canoa entendeu que transportava o rei&amp;nbsp;dos céus e da terra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tempos mais tarde, numa sexta-feira, a terceira árvore&amp;nbsp;espantou-se quando as vigas foram unidas em forma de&amp;nbsp;cruz e um homem foi pregado nela. A árvore sentiu-se&amp;nbsp;horrível. Mas logo entendeu que aquele homem salvou a&amp;nbsp;humanidade e as pessoas logo se lembrariam de DEUS ao&amp;nbsp;olharem para a cruz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olá, people!! Resolvi postar essa mensagem aqui acho ela linda e trás uma lição mais que perfeita pra gente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todos nós temos sonhos e muitas das vezes nossos sonhos são diferentes daqueles que o Senhor quer pra nós. O que podemos aprender &amp;nbsp;com essas árvores é que muito maior do que aquilo que sonhamos pra nós é o que Deus sonha pra nós. As árvores haviam tido sonhos...Mas as suas realizações foram mil vezes melhores&amp;nbsp;do as que haviam imaginado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes teimamos com Deus e tentamos de todas as formas ir pra frente com os nossos sonhos, mas graças à Deus, que mesmo com nossa infantil insistência, nos mostra sua graça e misericórdia e nos coloca no lugar correto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu conselho é "&lt;b&gt;fique com suas raízes fincadas&lt;/b&gt;" na presença do Senhor e Ele com o tempo concretizará os sonhos Dele na sua vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenha certeza:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Ele sabe muito bem o que é melhor para cada um de nós."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;BjO = *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;Até a próxima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-2068500530598090218?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/2068500530598090218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-tres-arvores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2068500530598090218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/2068500530598090218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-tres-arvores.html' title='As três árvores'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6rIJDrPHUg/TWa35xnr26I/AAAAAAAAACk/2Uw9gZxPrsI/s72-c/tres_arvores2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-718232015267671605</id><published>2011-02-18T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:53:18.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trechos'/><title type='text'>As últimas palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Gentee, oieeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Estava lendo "Ele escolheu os cravos" - Max Lucado e resolvi compartilhar com vocês a, pra mim, melhor parte do livro...Espero que gostem e reflitam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4NAsnv7mYE/TV7Nk4yGulI/AAAAAAAAACY/3Iw_CQjDjXc/s1600/cravos-full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4NAsnv7mYE/TV7Nk4yGulI/AAAAAAAAACY/3Iw_CQjDjXc/s400/cravos-full.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;19 de janeiro de 1984.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Queridos Max e Denalyn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Estamos felizes por vocês terem chegado bem. Agora&amp;nbsp;descansem e mãos à obra. Adoramos a sua vinda. Até mesmo as&amp;nbsp;noites que passaram comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;MAX, NÃO IMPORTA O QUE ACONTEÇA, VOCÊ E DENALYN DEVEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;SEMPRE PERMANECER JUNTOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Bem, não há necessidade de ficar rabiscando. Acho que vocês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;sabem o quanto os amo. Apenas vivam uma vida cristã sadia e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;TEMAM A DEUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Espero ver vocês novamente aqui na terra — caso contrário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;os verei no céu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Com muito amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Papai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Imaginei meu pai escrevendo estas palavras. Inclinado em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;uma cama de hospital, caneta na mão, bloco de papel no colo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pensando que esta poderia ser sua última mensagem. Você acha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que ele escolheu suas palavras com cuidado? Claro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Você consegue imaginar-se escrevendo sua última mensagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;para um ente querido? Suas últimas palavras para um filho ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cônjuge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O que você diria? Seriam as mesmas palavras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo se não puder responder a primeira pergunta, pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;responder a segunda. Como você pronunciaria suas palavras finais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deliberadamente. Cuidadosamente. Será que não faria como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Monet com a paleta — procurando, não apenas a cor certa, mas a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sombra perfeita, a tonalidade perfeita? A maioria de nós possui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;apenas uma chance de fazer seu último pronunciamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi o que aconteceu a Jesus. Sabendo que seus últimos atos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;seriam para sempre ponderados, você não acha que Ele os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;escolheu cuidadosamente? Deliberadamente? É claro! Não houve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;incidentes naquele dia. Os momentos finais de Jesus não foram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;por acaso. Deus escolheu o caminho; Ele selecionou os cravos. O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nosso Senhor fincou o trio de cruzes e pintou o sinal. Deus nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;foi tão soberano quanto nos detalhes da morte de seu Filho. Assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;como meu pai deliberadamente escreveu a carta, também seu Pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;deixou esta mensagem:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"Eu fiz isto por você. Eu fiz tudo por você".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comenteeem...&lt;br /&gt;Bjo...=*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-718232015267671605?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/718232015267671605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-ultimas-palavras.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/718232015267671605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/718232015267671605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/02/as-ultimas-palavras.html' title='As últimas palavras...'/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4NAsnv7mYE/TV7Nk4yGulI/AAAAAAAAACY/3Iw_CQjDjXc/s72-c/cravos-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2457648034090157688.post-1442009757736668448</id><published>2011-02-16T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T12:53:35.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavra Minha'/><title type='text'>Lançando sobre Ele...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/xgiijBpqy28/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgiijBpqy28&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgiijBpqy28&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Todos nós, jovens ou não, passamos por momentos de ansiedade, ansiedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;é uma característica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; text-decoration: none;"&gt;biológica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; text-decoration: none;"&gt;ser humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;. Na maioria das vezes a ansiedade é resultado de uma espera, espera por um resultado de uma prova, esperar pela pessoa certa, esperar por um emprego, esperar, esperar e esperar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ansiedade é falta de confiança e nos atrapalha a receber o melhor de Deus para nossas vidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;A Bíblia fala em 1 Pedro 5.7 “lançando sobre Ele toda a vossa ansiedade, porque Ele tem cuidado de vós.” Lançar significa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; text-decoration: none;"&gt;arremessar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; text-decoration: none;"&gt;força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;; o que eu quero dizer é que, quando toda nossa ansiedade está derramada aos pés do Senhor não precisamos nos preocupar Ele cuida de nós. Todos os nossos temores, cuidados e preocupações devem ser prontamente lançados sobre o Senhor. O cuidado que Deus tem com os problemas de cada um dos seus filhos é uma verdade enfatizada através da sua Palavra. Todos os nossos temores, cuidados e preocupações devem ser prontamente lançados sobre o Senhor. “Entrega o teu caminho ao Senhor; confia Nele, e Ele tudo fará.” Salmos 37.5&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Hoje convido você a lançar sua ansiedade nos braços do Senhor. Faça a Obra de Deus e não se preocupe com as demais coisas, o Senhor cuida de nós. Termino com Mateus 6.33 “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Mas, buscai primeiro o reino de Deus, e a sua justiça, e todas estas coisas vos serão acrescentadas.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt; Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;uando nos comprazemos em Deus e na sua vontade, o próprio Deus põe em nosso coração desejos que Ele se propõe a cumprir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; 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margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele é a Nossa Metade...♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ipKYwfIKmK4/TVlSOtOBwuI/AAAAAAAAABY/TEtaHovWEwg/s1600/91275825.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ipKYwfIKmK4/TVlSOtOBwuI/AAAAAAAAABY/TEtaHovWEwg/s400/91275825.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: small;"&gt;Às vezes pensamos que enquanto não encontrarmos a pessoa certa ficaremos incompletos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: small;"&gt;Quando na verdade só há uma pessoa no mundo que pode nos completar: Deus. Quanto mais nos preocupamos em achar a “pessoa certa” mais nos afastaremos DEle, o Único que pode nos completar. Por isso, quando pensares:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7e7c7c; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quero ser amada(o)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7e7c7c; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: 300; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Há muito que o SENHOR me apareceu, dizendo: Porquanto com amor eterno te amei, por isso com benignidade te atraí."&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jeremias 31.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quero alguém que segure minha mão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7e7c7c; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"Não temas, porque eu sou contigo; não te assombres, porque eu sou teu Deus; eu te fortaleço, e te ajudo, e te sustento com a destra da minha justiça."&amp;nbsp;Isaías 41.13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quero ser aceita(o) e valorizada(o)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7e7c7c; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"Para louvor e glória da sua graça, pela qual nos fez agradáveis a si no Amado."&amp;nbsp;Efésios 1.6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quero ter uma “morada”, um lugar que seja todo meu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7e7c7c; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"Aquele que habita no esconderijo do Altíssimo, à sombra do Onipotente descansará."&amp;nbsp;Salmos 91.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quero ajuda no dia da angústia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7e7c7c; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"E invoca-me no dia da angústia; eu te livrarei, e tu me glorificarás."&amp;nbsp;Salmos 50.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quero compartilhar minhas alegrias e tristezas com alguém, ter comunhão profunda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7e7c7c; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 300; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Dar-te-ei os tesouros escondidos, e as riquezas encobertas, para que saibas que eu sou o SENHOR, o Deus de Israel, que te chama pelo teu nome."&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isaías 45.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quero um defensor, alguém disposto à lutar por mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7e7c7c; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"E eu endurecerei o coração de Faraó, para que os persiga, e serei glorificado em Faraó e em todo o seu exército, e saberão os egípcios que eu sou o SENHOR. E eles fizeram assim."&amp;nbsp;Êxodo 14.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quero alguém que supra minhas necessidades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7e7c7c; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;"O meu Deus, segundo as suas riquezas, suprirá todas as vossas necessidades em glória, por Cristo Jesus."&amp;nbsp;Filipenses 4.19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Desejo intimidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7e7c7c; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"Assim os justos louvarão o teu nome; os retos habitarão na tua presença."&amp;nbsp;Salmos 140.13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quero alguém que me ajude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7e7c7c; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"Não há outro, ó Jesurum, semelhante a Deus, que cavalga sobre os céus para a tua ajuda, e com a sua majestade sobre as mais altas nuvens."&amp;nbsp;Deuteronômio 33.26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quero alguém para dividir a vida comigo. Não quero carregar o fardo sozinha(o)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7e7c7c; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"E até à velhice eu serei o mesmo, e ainda até às cãs eu vos carregarei; eu vos fiz, e eu vos levarei, e eu vos trarei, e vos livrarei."&amp;nbsp;Isaías 46.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quero um companheiro(a)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7e7c7c; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"Ele te declarou, ó homem, o que é bom; e que é o que o SENHOR pede de ti, senão que pratiques a justiça, e ames a e andes humildemente com o teu Deus?"&amp;nbsp;Miquéias 6.8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #7e7c7c; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: small;"&gt;DEUS nos completa e quando acreditarmos nisso verdadeiramente entregando a caneta da nossa história pra Ele escreve-la, aí Ele nos dará a “pessoa certa”!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: small;"&gt;Descansem no Senhor, a Nossa Metade!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia, palatino; font-size: small;"&gt;Fonte: “À espera do Amado” Debby Jones &amp;amp; Jackie Kendall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2457648034090157688-1796366167176201621?l=mocacrista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/feeds/1796366167176201621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/02/ele-e-nossa-metade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1796366167176201621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2457648034090157688/posts/default/1796366167176201621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mocacrista.blogspot.com/2011/02/ele-e-nossa-metade.html' title=''/><author><name>Loh Mendonça</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYT8g4XZs9c/TqdAm9R_QrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wR6M5M1ePF4/s220/316401_180343352043901_100002047137617_366779_662176117_a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ipKYwfIKmK4/TVlSOtOBwuI/AAAAAAAAABY/TEtaHovWEwg/s72-c/91275825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
