<?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-206278598810223528</id><updated>2011-10-16T11:54:51.108-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayara Lucost ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-1881807910551813608</id><published>2011-08-24T10:11:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:15:07.902-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não dá para ser de Deus e do mundo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Estamos em tempos de guerra! Há muita confusão no mundo; controvérsias na própria Igreja de Deus. A razão disso tudo é a seguinte: o inimigo de Deus sabe que seu tempo está acabando e que Jesus se aproxima a passos largos. Eis a razão de toda sua artimanha para estragar a obra de Deus... a começar por nós. Tudo o que ele tem feito no mundo é devido a seu desespero: ele sabe que pouco tempo lhe resta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E qual deve ser nossa atitude? Se nos entregamos a Cristo, servindo-Lhe e lutando com Ele contra o maligno, temos n'Ele a vitória. Ao contrário: se andamos pelos caminhos do mundo, seguindo a carne, damos a vitória ao inimigo de Deus. Não pense que precisamos ser maus, desonestos, impuros, adúlteros e beberrões para ser do maligno e trabalhar para ele. Basta largar Jesus. Basta isso! E o inimigo vem com tudo para nos abocanhar. Eis o segredo: nós damos a vitória Àquele a quem escolhemos, a quem seguimos, a quem servimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;O grande mal é querer ser de Deus e do mundo ao mesmo tempo. Grande insensatez! Quanto ao mundo, estamos nele. Quanto ao Senhor, pertencemos a Ele. É preciso decidir, com urgência, com quem ficar. Se de um lado, Deus nos atrai, de outro o inimigo nos arrasta. “A quem quereis servir?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mais do que nunca, devemos ser inteira e exclusivamente do Senhor. Não dá para ficar com um pé aqui e outro lá. Eis nossa luta: “Tende coragem, filhos, e clamai a Deus, pois aquele que vos feriu lembrar-se-á de vós. Assim como tivestes o propósito de vos afastar de Deus, depois de convertidos, multiplicai vossos esforços para procurá-lo!” (Baruc 4,27-28).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Deus o abençoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monsenhor Jonas Abib - Fundador da Comunidade Canção Nova&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Trecho do livro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://loja.cancaonova.com/products/9081-livro-divina-providencia-considerai-como-crescem-os-lirios" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Divina Providência - Considerai como crescem os lírios"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.cancaonova.com/index.php/Monsenhor_Jonas_Abib" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;monsenhor Jonas Abib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&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/206278598810223528-1881807910551813608?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/1881807910551813608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-da-para-ser-de-deus-e-do-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1881807910551813608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1881807910551813608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-da-para-ser-de-deus-e-do-mundo.html' title='Não dá para ser de Deus e do mundo!'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-3546875605690170272</id><published>2011-08-23T12:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T13:15:23.047-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus TUDO sabe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Na semana passada, coloquei no meu facebook uma frase que vinha me inspirando há muitos dias. &lt;strong&gt;"Não preciso provar para ninguém quem eu sou, basta apenas Deus saber e Ele sabe",&lt;/strong&gt; ou seja, se você é uma ótima pessoa, o bonzinho, o que reza, católico(a), Deus sabe. Se você é um pecador, não quer saber de nada, está sempre de mal com a vida, Deus também sabe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pessoal, a nossa vida é totalmente aberta pra Deus, mesmo nós querendo ou não. Não adianta ficarmos escondendo ou mostrando demais para os outros ou para Deus quem nós somos. Pra quê? Qual o objetivo disso? Quem é o que é, não precisa provar para ninguém o que faz, inclusive pra Deus. Sua consciência é limpa, despreocupada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Há uma parte na bíblia em que eu gosto muito, no Evangelho de São Lucas, capítulo 18, versículo 12, um fariseu rezando, diz a seguinte frase: "Eu faço jejum duas vezes por semana e dou o dízimo de todos os meus rendimentos". Já um cobrador de impostos, apenas pedia piedade para Deus. E Jesus disse somente isso: &lt;strong&gt;"Aquele que se eleva será humilhado, e aquele que se humilha será elevado".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Concluindo, se você é bom ou ruim, não se importe com os outros, em mostrar para as pessoas, apenas reflita e perceba que Deus está vendo você e tudo o que você faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mayara Lucena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-3546875605690170272?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/3546875605690170272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2011/08/deus-tudo-sabe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3546875605690170272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3546875605690170272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2011/08/deus-tudo-sabe.html' title='Deus TUDO sabe!'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-3320910489682829480</id><published>2011-08-14T15:57:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T15:59:56.154-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Medo de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;“Pai, chegou a hora. Glorifica teu filho, para que teu filho te glorifique, assim como deste a ele poder sobre todos, a fim de que dê vida eterna a todos os que lhe deste. Esta é a vida eterna: que conheçam a ti, o Deus único e verdadeiro, e a Jesus Cristo, aquele que enviaste” (Jo 17, 1-3).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;“Qual é o teu nome? – Moisés! O que pedes à Igreja de Deus? – A fé! E esta fé, o que te dará? – A vida eterna!” Assim começou a Celebração Eucarística em que um jovem estudante de vinte e um anos recebeu o Batismo, a Crisma e a Primeira Eucaristia. São os Sacramentos da Iniciação Cristã. Na mesma ocasião, seu irmão Henrique foi crismado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div id="texto_interno" style="padding-left: 20px; width: 410px; "&gt;&lt;div id="tx"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;A Assembléia litúrgica era composta de adultos, jovens e uma centena de crianças, que participavam do Festival das Crianças promovido pela Comunidade Sementes do Verbo em Icoaraci, nesta nossa Arquidiocese de Belém. O sorriso e a firmeza com que ouvi estas respostas iniciais do Rito que presidi com alegria me fizeram refletir sobre o nosso contato e o nosso trato com Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;O candidato à iniciação cristã ouviu a Palavra de Deus e antes do Batismo renunciou ao pecado, à divisão e ao demônio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Mergulhado na piscina batismal, dali saiu homem novo, foi ungido com o dom do Espírito Santo e admitido pela primeira vez à Ceia Eucarística&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;. O sorriso continuava resplandecente, como, aliás, posso testemunhar nas muitas semelhantes celebrações a que presidi. Não havia tristeza, constrangimento, receio ou medo de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; width: 410px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Quem pede o Batismo não o faz para que alguém controle a sua vida, cerceando seus impulsos em busca de liberdade. Querer ser e viver como cristão eleva a alma humana, faz ser melhor e ser mais livre! Não somos, diante de pessoas que têm outras convicções, homens e mulheres complexados, como se o pensar e o viver mundano fossem melhores. Não há nada mais digno na existência do que fazer a oblação livre da própria liberdade diante de Deus. Vale recordar a palavra de Jesus: “Se permanecerdes em minha palavra, sereis verdadeiramente meus discípulos, e conhecereis a verdade, e a verdade vos libertará” (Jo 8, 31-32).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; width: 410px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;A Sagrada Escritura reflete o aprendizado de muitas gerações no contato com Deus, superando o medo diante da presença sagrada, que atrai e provoca muitas vezes estupor. Moisés, na montanha sagrada, iniciou seu caminho de intimidade com Deus. Mas começou tirando as sandálias numa terra santa, deu desculpas quando chamado à missão, enfrentou e superou as próprias inseguranças. Foi testemunha de grandes sinais e prodígios. No final, ficou o relacionamento pessoal: “O Senhor falava com Moisés face a face, como alguém que fala com seu amigo” (Ex 33,11). À morte, registra o Livro do Deuteronômio: “Nunca mais surgiu em Israel profeta semelhante a Moisés, com quem o Senhor tratasse face a face, nem quanto aos sinais e prodígios que o Senhor lhe mandou fazer no Egito, contra o Faraó, seus servidores e o país inteiro, nem quanto à mão poderosa e a tantos e tão terríveis prodígios que Moisés fez à vista de todo o Israel” (Dt 34, 10-12).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; width: 410px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Elias, cujo ministério representa todo o profetismo do Antigo Testamento, também passou pelo aprendizado do contato com Deus. Vento impetuoso, terremoto, fogo, brisa suave. É diante da brisa leve que ele cobriu o rosto com o manto, saiu e pôs-se à entrada da gruta (cf. I Rs 19,9.11-13). Deus não é encontrado na agitação interior ou exterior, mas quer ouvir e ser ouvido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; width: 410px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Os discípulos de Jesus (cf. Mt 14, 22-33) escutaram do Senhor palavras consoladoras: “Coragem! Sou eu! Não tenhais medo!” e Pedro, tão parecido conosco, é chamado fraco na fé para se tornar rocha! Aprendeu a viver e deu sua vida por Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; width: 410px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Nossa história é parecida com as aventuras dos heróis da fé. Não nascemos heróis, mas podemos, com a graça de Deus, vencer as sombras interiores que nos apavoram. Não custa acender a luz! E a Palavra de Deus é luz para o nosso caminho! E muitas pessoas, ao nosso redor, estão suplicando que sejamos iluminados por Aquele que é Luz do mundo, quais luzeiros que transformam em dia claro as sendas que percorrem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 20px; width: 410px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Dom Alberto Taveira Corrêa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arcebispo de Belém - PA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/206278598810223528-3320910489682829480?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/3320910489682829480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2011/08/medo-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3320910489682829480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3320910489682829480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2011/08/medo-de-deus.html' title='Medo de Deus'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-828987473686605044</id><published>2011-03-08T11:10:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T11:12:37.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você ajuda por ser bom ou por querer ser reconhecido?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 2em; "&gt;Não há ninguém mais verdadeiro conosco do que nós mesmos. Comece a se observar para ver quantas surpresas terá. Ao nos analisarmos vamos percebendo o tanto de qualidades que temos e também os pequenos e os grandes vícios que alimentamos. Eu costumo fazer essa experiência e tenho feito grandes descobertas sobre mim mesma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 2em; "&gt;Cada vez mais o Espírito Santo me tem levado a me conhecer mais profundamente. É uma graça única conhecermos as nossas qualidades e as nossas limitações para que melhoremos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 2em; "&gt;Muitas vezes, queremos que as pessoas mudem, implicamos com elas, ficamos olhando para os seus defeitos e até nos irritamos com muitos de nossos irmãos, quando, na verdade, nós é que precisamos mudar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 2em; "&gt;Geralmente, nós nos achamos muito bons, mas se observarmos as nossas intenções em realizar cada coisa veremos que nem sempre estas serão retas. Sempre há um certo interesse por trás ou o desejo de sermos reconhecidos… De alguma forma, queremos tirar proveito particular das situações e demonstrar que somos perfeitos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 2em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você já parou para se perguntar se as suas intenções realmente são sinceras e justas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 2em; "&gt;Muitas vezes, ajudamos alguém, mas a nossa real intenção não é praticar a verdadeira caridade, mas sim, ser reconhecidos e elogiados e até mesmo receber alguma recompensa humana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 2em; "&gt;Peçamos ao Senhor que purifique as intenções do nosso coração, para que possamos vê-Lo e imitá-Lo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 2em; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Cria para mim um coração puro, ó Deus; enraíza em mim um espírito novo”&lt;/em&gt; (Salmo 50, 12).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 2em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus, eu confio em Vós!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 2em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luzia Santiago - Canção Nova&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-828987473686605044?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Assista toda a programação de Carnaval da Canção Nova: &lt;a href="http://tv.cancaonova.com/"&gt;http://tv.cancaonova.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VOCÊ VAI AMAR ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que Jesus te ilumine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-1068519142586733794?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/1068519142586733794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2011/03/somos-filhos-da-luz-livres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1068519142586733794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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alguns textos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Mas estou de volta ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Logo logo, quando DEUS me inspirar novamente, postarei mais textos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tenham uma abençoada semana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Continuem firme na FÉ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Beijo!&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/206278598810223528-528947797847842718?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/12/telefone-mudo-thiago-e-gustavo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6754276010736273518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6754276010736273518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/12/telefone-mudo-thiago-e-gustavo.html' title='Telefone Mudo - Thiago e Gustavo'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ljAE5EgzyQQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-6439246757805188054</id><published>2010-12-13T11:12:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:42:42.309-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem é Jesus Cristo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/TQYcY_yFmwI/AAAAAAAAApw/8zaldpQToU0/s1600/jesus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/TQYcY_yFmwI/AAAAAAAAApw/8zaldpQToU0/s320/jesus1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550154806544669442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Com certeza você conhece Jesus, ou ao menos ter ouvido falar neste nome. Mas neste texto quero lhe mostrar quem é Jesus através da Palavra de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jesus é Deus Conosco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, Ele é o Filho de Deus, Ele é o nosso Salvador, o Homem Divino, Aquele que veio para presenciar e sentir o sofrimento, o amor, a escravidão e a necessidade de cada pessoa. Mas não é somente isso, Ele veio para trazer a alegria, a paz, o amor e a salvação, ou seja, veio para ser o transmissor da paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Como disse Isaías,"&lt;b&gt;Jesus é o Príncipe da Paz"&lt;/b&gt;, o qual todo joelho se dobra para proclamar que Ele é o nosso Senhor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jesus é uma pessoa, mas é Deus. Como diz uma canção: Jesus, rosto divino do homem, Jesus rosto humano de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Você é convidado(a) a querer conhecer Jesus, a ter essa intimidade com Ele, a ter uma profunda união com o Deus Humano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quem é Jesus para você?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para mim, Ele é o meu tudo, que entrou no meu nada e habitou em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Natal está chegando e é a hora mais propícia de se conhecer Jesus, de iniciar essa amizade com Ele, basta querer, pois Ele já está na porta do seu coração, esperando que você a abra. No dia 25 de Dezembro, Jesus nascerá de novo, e estará renovando cada coração dos seus fiéis amigos, dos seus fiéis irmãos. Deseje, mas deseje profundamente, se entregue ao amor de Deus, que com toda a certeza você será um destes fiéis irmãos de Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jesus, filho de Davi, eu confio em Vós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mayara Lucena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/TOvik6rlHqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/iXiF2187XOk/s1600/OgAAABoqRVBtbPu8W1DncgjKG9n--laVxgRuNELIm9iXdgdJuClU23NKfjINezSIIVgjx7UXbSL_IbAgo1q7WLTZDCYAm1T1UNmN-_jNTw7BS70OwvBkgsHWi0j9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/TOvik6rlHqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/iXiF2187XOk/s200/OgAAABoqRVBtbPu8W1DncgjKG9n--laVxgRuNELIm9iXdgdJuClU23NKfjINezSIIVgjx7UXbSL_IbAgo1q7WLTZDCYAm1T1UNmN-_jNTw7BS70OwvBkgsHWi0j9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542772890264739490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A adoração é o primeiro ato da virtude da religião. Adorar a Deus é reconhecê-lo como Deus, como o Criador e o Salvador, o Senhor e o Mestre de tudo o que existe, o Amor infinito e misericordioso. Mas para vivenciar esse momento plenamente, é necessário entender oque é adorar e o porque de adorar...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial;"&gt;&lt;a name="Oque_.C3.A9_Adorar.3F" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.3em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.17em; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O que é Adorar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A adoração exige amor extremo, sem reservas, fazendo com que a pessoa, seja levada a reverenciar a Deus com orações, devoção e honra. "&lt;i&gt;Adorar a Deus é, no respeito e na submissão absoluta, reconhecer 'o nada da criatura', que não existe a não ser por Deus. Adorar a Deus é, como Maria no Magnificat, louvá-lo, exaltá-lo e humilhar-se a si mesmo, confessando com gratidão que ele fez grandes coisas e que seu nome é santo. Adoração do Deus único liberta o homem de se fechar em si mesmo, da escravidão do pecado e da idolatria do mundo&lt;/i&gt;." (CIC 2096, 2097).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a name="Porque_adorar.3F" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.3em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.17em; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Porque adorar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A adoração é o primeiro ato da virtude da religião. Adorar a Deus é reconhecê-lo como Deus, como o Criador e o Salvador, o Senhor e o Mestre de Tudo o que existe, o Amor infinito e misericordioso. “&lt;i&gt;Adorarás o senhor teu Deus, e só a ele prestarás culto&lt;/i&gt;” (Lc 4,8), diz Jesus, citando o Deuteronômio (6,13).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Toda vez que estivermos perante o Santíssimo esteja Ele exposto ou no sacrário devemos nos colocar numa atitude de despojamento e professarmos a fé na sua presença no pão e no vinho que para nós são Corpo e Sangue de Cristo. E devemos fazê-lo de forma espontânea e com todo o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a name="Como_adorar.3F" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; font-weight: bold; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.3em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 0.17em; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Como adorar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Quando estamos em adoração estamos reconhecendo a Jesus como nosso único Senhor e Salvador. Estar em adoração é despojar-se de si e se entregar a Ele. É se fazer humilde, como os três reis magos e entregar a Jesus tudo o que temos de mais valor. É dizer sempre "&lt;i&gt;Onde está o Rei ... viemos adorá-lo&lt;/i&gt;" (Mt 2,2). É assumir ser pecador e dizer para Ele: "&lt;i&gt;Jesus, filho de Davi, tem compaixão de mim&lt;/i&gt;!" (Mc 10,47) e confiar em sua misericórdia. É louvar a Deus por todas as graças que Ele derrama em nossa vida: “&lt;i&gt;Hosana ao filho de Davi! Bendito seja aquele que vem em nome do Senhor! Hosana no mais alto dos céus&lt;/i&gt;!” (Mt 21,9).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A adoração a Cristo exprime-se nas diversas formas de devoção eucarística:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="line-height: 1.5em; list-style-type: square; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 1.5em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-image: url(http://wiki.cancaonova.com/skins/monobook/bullet.gif); "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Na Santa Missa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;: no momento da transubstanciação (mudança da substância do pão e do vinho na substância do corpo e sangue de Jesus Cristo no ato da consagração) e da elevação;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Na exposição do Santíssimo Sacramento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;: quando o corpo de Cristo (Eucaristia) é exposta em um hostensório;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Na visita ao Sacrário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;: nos momentos em que a Igreja está aberta, visitar Jesus no sacrário para adoração;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Na genuflexão (ato de ajoelhar) diante do Sacrário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;: dobrar o joelho até ao chão ao passar em frente ao Santíssimo Sacramento quando estiver exposto ou no sacrário;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Na adoração da Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;: na Sexta-Feira Santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Adoremos ao Senhor, de todo o coração e todos os dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fonte: wikicancaoonova.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-2152063344833743859?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/2152063344833743859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/11/adorar-ao-santissimo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/2152063344833743859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/2152063344833743859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/11/adorar-ao-santissimo.html' title='Adorar ao Santíssimo'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/TOvik6rlHqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/iXiF2187XOk/s72-c/OgAAABoqRVBtbPu8W1DncgjKG9n--laVxgRuNELIm9iXdgdJuClU23NKfjINezSIIVgjx7UXbSL_IbAgo1q7WLTZDCYAm1T1UNmN-_jNTw7BS70OwvBkgsHWi0j9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-4146319950180397702</id><published>2010-11-01T15:11:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:34:43.660-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"&lt;b&gt;O termômetro da maturidade é a responsabilidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;, ou seja, a pessoa madura não faz o que gosta – fundamentalmente – mas o que deve; se isso é gostoso – sentimentalmente falando – isso é outra coisa." Padre Pacheco - Comunidade Canção Nova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ultimamente ando pensando muito sobre esse assunto, porque nós andamos muito desligados, da vida e da verdade, ou seja, da realidade. Eu que sou jovem e convivo com jovens, percebo isso mais ainda. A juventude de hoje, ou talvez de sempre, acha que ser jovem é ser louco, é ser rebelde, ou ser diferente. Sim, podemos querer ser diferente, mas uma diferença boa. Eu não me considero uma pessoa muito sábia nem madura, mas o problema é que outros jovens e até adultos, estão ultrapassando os seus limites. Eles querendo ser alguém que não podem ser. Um exemplo, um jovem de 17 anos, quer beber, fumar, "pegar" todas as meninas que consegue, etc. Achando que assim, será mais adulto, confundindo isso com maturidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mas o que é a maturidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ela é um processo, em que você vai aprendendo, errando, aprendendo ainda mais, até chegar a plena maturidade, a plena sabedoria. A maturidade é também saber quem você é de verdade, e reconhecê-lo e amá-lo do jeito que é. Não colocar máscaras ou outras coisas do tipo. É o amor que faz a maturidade fluir dentro de nós. Se nós nos amássemos do jeito certo, nós seriamos mais feliz, e essa felicidade não acabaria, como é o acontece hoje. Um dia enchemos de coisas "sem sentidos", logo, estamos tristes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Procure saber sobre Maria, a mãe de Jesus. Que mulher madura, responsável! Ela sim sabia o que era amar-se de verdade. Ela sabia se valorizar. Era responsável, pois aceitar ter um Filho de Deus não é fácil, para quem não tem essa maturidade, esse amor. Preferi citar ela, e não Jesus, pois ela era totalmente humana, pois Jesus, era o Divino Homem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Como está a sua vida? Tem feito esse processo de maturidade, ou anda meio desleixado?  Um conselho que Padre Fábio de Melo disse uma vez, espero que guarde isso no seu coração: "Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ue você possa ser mais do que você faz! ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Deus te abençoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mayara Lucena - JAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/206278598810223528-4146319950180397702?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/4146319950180397702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/11/maturidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/4146319950180397702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/4146319950180397702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/11/maturidade.html' title='Maturidade'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-5666445560667172125</id><published>2010-09-07T10:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T10:18:02.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Arte de Viver Bem ( Ágape )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; color: rgb(42, 42, 42); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Não exija dos outros o que eles não podem lhe dar, &lt;br /&gt;Mas cobre de cada um a sua responsabilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Não deixe de usufruir o prazer,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que não faça mal a ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Não pegue mais do que você precisa,&lt;br /&gt;Mas lute pelos seus direitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Não olhe as pessoas só com os seus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas olhe-se também com os olhos delas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Não fique ensinando sempre, &lt;br /&gt;Você pode aprender muito mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Não desanime perante o fracasso,&lt;br /&gt;Supere-se o transformando em aprendizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Não se aproveite de quem se esforça tanto,&lt;br /&gt;Ele pode estar fazendo o que você deixou de fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Não estrague um programa diferente com seu mau humor,&lt;br /&gt;Descubra a alegria da novidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Não deixe a vida se esvair pela torneira, &lt;br /&gt;Pode faltar aos outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;O amor (Ágape)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; pode absorver muitos sofrimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Menos a falta de respeito a si mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Se você quer o melhor das pessoas, &lt;br /&gt;Dê o máximo de si, &lt;br /&gt;Já que a vida lhe deu tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Enfim, agradeça sempre, &lt;br /&gt;Pois a gratidão abre &lt;br /&gt;As portas do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 20px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Evangelize!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pe. Marcelo Rossi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-5666445560667172125?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/5666445560667172125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/09/arte-de-viver-bem-agape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5666445560667172125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5666445560667172125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/09/arte-de-viver-bem-agape.html' title='A Arte de Viver Bem ( Ágape )'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-7790466794330472580</id><published>2010-09-03T08:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T08:00:06.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser um católico, realmente católico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Com certeza, você já deve ter ouvido essa frase: "'Fulano' não é nada, mas se diz católico".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Pois é, e é isso que verdadeiramente acontece. Muitos até foram batizados, mas não freqüentam a igreja. É uma pena! Como as pessoas não levam a sério o que a igreja diz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Uma igreja verdadeira, fundada através de Jesus, como diz nas Sagradas Escrituras, no Evangelho de Mateus, capítulo 16, versículo 18: "Eu lhe digo, tu és Pedro&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;, e sobre esta pedra construirá a minha igreja...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;A Bíblia é como um manual de instruções para ir para o céu, para sermos salvos. Mas alguns nem se importam em ter a vida eterna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Precisamos ser semelhantes a Jesus, mas só conseguiremos, frequentando a igreja, lendo a Bíblia e sendo realmente cristãos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; Não fingindo ser um santo, Deus sabe quem somos. Máscaras não enganam Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Amigo(a), no início desse dia, vamos refletir: como estamos agindo perante a Deus? Será que estamos indo bem, firmes na fé, acreditando verdadeiramente no amor de Deus por nós? Será estamos participando das missas aos domingos, para aprender mais sobre Jesus, e consequentemente sermos aos poucos semelhante a Ele? Será que nós, ao menos somos católicos, ou melhor, somos da verdadeira igreja de Cristo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Se estiver arrependido, meu irmão(ã), peça perdão, que Ele te perdoa e te aceita ao Teu lado novamente. Pois Deus te ama, e muito!!! Deu seu Filho Único por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Voltemos pra Deus, hoje! Deixemos as máscaras, o "morno" pra trás ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;E que o Espírito Santo nos renove, e nos dê sabedoria, para podermos caminhar nesta estrada, que tem destino ao Céu, ao Deus que nos espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Sua irmã na fé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mayara.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Pedro, foi o primeiro papa e fundador da Igreja Católica.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/206278598810223528-7790466794330472580?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/7790466794330472580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/09/ser-um-catolico-realmente-catolico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/7790466794330472580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/7790466794330472580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/09/ser-um-catolico-realmente-catolico.html' title='Ser um católico, realmente católico'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-7630159008452382039</id><published>2010-09-02T22:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T22:19:51.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A verdadeira intercessão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Interceder trata-se "apenas" de orar a Deus pelo outro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Orar por outra pessoa, é um ato grandioso, mas não é somente isso que devemos fazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A verdadeira intercessão é orar pelo outro e agir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; também, fazer boas ações à ele. Ela pode estar nas ações do dia a dia. Um exemplo, defender um amigo, é uma forma de interceder por ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Deus nos deu a graça de podermos comunicar com ele, pela oração, mas também nos deu a graça, ou melhor, o dom da inteligência, da coragem e do amor, para que sejamos capaz de realizar ações que demonstrem esse amor por Deus e pelo próximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Peçamos a Deus a coragem e a vontade de interceder verdadeiramente pelo próximo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sua irmã na fé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Mayara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/206278598810223528-7630159008452382039?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/7630159008452382039/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/09/verdadeira-intercessao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/7630159008452382039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/7630159008452382039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/09/verdadeira-intercessao.html' title='A verdadeira intercessão'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-6785478543309734020</id><published>2010-08-31T11:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T11:04:51.851-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Louvar a Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Louvar a Deus, nos faz reconhecer o quanto Ele é bom e precioso para nós. Nos faz sentir salvos renovados, transformado pela Tua graça. No Salmo 39 vemos uma linda resposta ao louvor: "Ele se inclinou para mim, ouviu meus brados. Tirou-me da fossa mortal, de um charco de lodo...". Quando pedimos a Deus uma vida melhor, Ele nos atende, inclina para nós. Só que devemos reconhecer esse atendimento, esse amor misericordioso que Ele tem por nós. E é reconhecendo, que louvamos. &lt;b&gt;Louvar é agradecer, por tudo que o Senhor faz por nós, mesmo que o hoje não esteja bom, devemos louvar a Deus. &lt;/b&gt;Temos que deixar de ser inconstantes: um dia, disposto a agradecer, outro, nem liga pra Deus. O louvor não só alegra a Deus, como também te alegra. Pois você percebe, quão bom Ele é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Louvemos e agradecemos ao Senhor, por todas as maravilhas que Ele nos tem realizado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Sua irmã na fé,&lt;br /&gt;Mayara.&lt;/span&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/206278598810223528-6785478543309734020?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/6785478543309734020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/08/louvar-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6785478543309734020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6785478543309734020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/08/louvar-deus.html' title='Louvar a Deus'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-4083073261702017760</id><published>2010-08-25T11:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:34:05.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você se encontra sem forças?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.webtvcn.com/player/v/116178" width="490" height="303"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.webtvcn.com/player/v/116178" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="aways" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window" /&gt;&lt;param name="loop" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-4083073261702017760?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/4083073261702017760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/08/voce-se-encontra-sem-forcas_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/4083073261702017760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/4083073261702017760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/08/voce-se-encontra-sem-forcas_25.html' title='Você se encontra sem forças?'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-8668084970821766235</id><published>2010-08-03T15:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T15:23:31.187-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abra seu coração pra Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang=""&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Meu irmão e minha irmã, qual é a chave que você precisa hoje pegar para abrir as portas do seu coração pra Deus ? Precisamos nos libertar da ilusão, do "achar" que somos isso ou aquilo. Nós devemos nos importar com o que Deus pensa de nós, e não o que os outros pensam. Precisamos ser o que Deus quer que sejamos, ser o que Ele preparou com muito amor e cuidado. Deus não te criou por acaso. Ele planejou tudo, nos minimos detalhes pra você. Seja um instrumento nas mãos de Deus. Todos os dias, quando você acorda, Deus espera que você O reconheça, que ele é o teu Criador, que Ele te ama incondicionalmente. Todos os dias, Deus bate na porta do seu coração, aí tem dias que você abre mas logo manda embora, quando peca. E tem dias também, que você nem se importa com ele. Mas mesmo assim, Deus com seu grande amor por ti, tenta entrar pelas janelas do seu coração, humildemente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Devemos abrir as portas do nosso coração pra Deus como abrimos para o comodismo, para a preguiça e para o pecado. Deus quer fazer em ti, uma obra nova! E hoje ainda! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Se entregue pra Deus, dê não só a entrada pro seu coração, mas ele todo. Ele te ama! Nunca se esqueça disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sua irmã na fé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mayara Lucena Costa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-8668084970821766235?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/8668084970821766235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/08/abra-seu-coracao-pra-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/8668084970821766235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/8668084970821766235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/08/abra-seu-coracao-pra-deus.html' title='Abra seu coração pra Deus'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-4611781831680259640</id><published>2010-07-22T12:23:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T12:25:13.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para encontrar a pessoa certa é preciso ser a pessoa certa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div id="texto_interno" style="padding-left: 20px; width: 410px; "&gt;&lt;div id="tx"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Vivemos em uma sociedade que cada vez mais despreza todas as formas de compromisso e de seriedade relacional. Diante disso, experiências de supostas aventuras momentâneas acabam, na maioria das vezes, prevalecendo diante do desejo de se viver um comprometimento sério no namoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;De fato, em meio às frágeis concepções relacionais existentes em nosso tempo, torna-se cada vez mais difícil encontrar “a pessoa certa” para se viver um sadio relacionamento afetivo. Além do que, neste processo de encontrar a pessoa certa muita paciência e sabedoria são necessárias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Aqui se aplica concretamente a antiga máxima: “Antes só do que mal acompanhado”, pois, em tais circunstâncias uma escolha errada pode acarretar terríveis e desagradáveis consequências: afetivas, emocionais e existenciais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Para se encontrar a pessoa certa é preciso antes ser a pessoa certa, ou seja, é necessário estar preparado para tal encontro, para, assim, poder oferecer o melhor de si ao outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;O namoro é uma realidade para a qual é preciso preparar-se, e preparar-se bem: através oração e vivência dos sacramentos, buscando a própria cura interior, procurando moldar as fragilidades do temperamento, entre outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; Enfim, para ser a pessoa certa para o outro se faz necessário estar bem consigo, com os próximos e, principalmente, com Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;E só está realmente bem aquele que não centrou seu coração em si mesmo, mas n’Aquele que lhe é infinitamente superior, dando a Este a total prioridade em tudo o que se é e se faz. O encontro com um “outro” não pode ser a única e cega meta da vida, mas ao contrário, deve ser a simples consequência do encontro com o “Outro”, que confere o verdadeiro lugar para todo e qualquer afeto humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Quem ainda não colocou o Sagrado no centro de sua existência não está pronto para viver um relacionamento sadio, pois correrá o sério risco de divinizar o outro, dando a este um lugar devido somente a Deus e, consequentemente, exigindo dele o que somente o Senhor pode lhe oferecer, tornando, dessa forma, a relação pesada e sufocante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Existem lacunas em nós que somente o amor de nosso Autor poderá preencher, e apenas a partir de um profundo encontro com Ele nossos relacionamentos poderão tornar-se maduros e realmente bem sucedidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;O amor só pode ser vivenciado com vida e equilíbrio, onde o “Amor” verdadeiramente saciou as fragilidades e vazios do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Vivendo a partir de tais princípios e cuidando sempre e bem do coração, nós nos tornaremos capazes de inaugurar as devidas vias que precederão a tão desejada interação, a ser realizada pelo namoro, e poderemos assim saborear seu posterior êxito e plenitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Deus o (a) abençoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="baixo_texto" style="padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 15px; background-image: url(http://www.cancaonova.com/portal/canais/formacao/images_css/back_baixo.gif); min-height: 250px; background-position: 0px 100%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cancaonova.com/portal/canais/formacao/images/colunistas/17.jpg" class="thumb_texto" alt="Foto " style="float: left; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 40px; " /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Adriano Zandoná&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verso.zandona@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.cancaonova.com/index.php/Adriano_Zandona" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Adriano Zandoná&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Seminarista e Missionário da Comunidade Canção Nova. 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(I Carta de João 2,14)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0); font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(191, 144, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;s  jovens tinham fechado as portas do lugar onde se achavam, por medo do  mundo. Jesus veio e pôs-se no meio deles. Disse-lhes ele: A paz esteja  convosco! Depois dessas palavras, soprou sobre eles dizendo-lhes:  Recebei o Espírito Santo!’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;            Esse  trecho te lembra alguma coisa? Você traz dentro de si alguma referência  sobre esse trecho? Acredito que sim, pois é a Palavra de Deus, é  impossível encontrar um jovem que ao menos não tenha ouvido essa  passagem. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;             Pergunto outra vez: onde estão os jovens que vencestes o Maligno? Estão  eles dentro da Igreja rezando o terço, ouvindo músicas católicas  cristãs, navegando num site que o faz crescer em “estatura e graça  diante de Deus”, teclando no bate-papo coisas úteis e essenciais para a  vida? Ou estão se gastando para o mundo, dando a vida por um ídolo da  TV, do futebol, vendo novelas, seriados satânicos, pornografias e se  enchendo de solidão quando sozinho se encontra frente ao computador  conversando com um “amigo cibernético”?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;             Preferiria acreditar nas primeiras interrogações, mas infelizmente no  “geralzão” não é isso que tem acontecido. Encontramos jovens que dão a  vida por um time, por um homem, mulher, pelas drogas, pois essas coisas  nos dão prazer quase que automático, estamos na geração “microondas”  tudo em alguns minutos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;            Os  jovens estão como falei acima, com medo, atrofiados, estagnados, tem  vergonha de ser o que é. Se tem os cabelos enrolados querem esticá-los,  se são fortinhos querem emagrecer..., nunca estão satisfeito com nada,  andam sempre murmurando. Certa vez ouvir um pregador dizer: “quando  conheci a África, descobri que existem somente duas alas, as que são  pobre de verdade e as que pensam que são pobre” em outras palavras  precisamos olhar para nós e ver o quanto somos valiosos e o quanto Deus  nos ama nos pequenos detalhes da vida. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;            Quando  eu conheci o amor de Deus profundamente no ano de 1998 era muito  diferente do que é hoje, nós jovens estávamos preocupados em rezar,  fazer missões, agradar a Deus, hoje o jovem quer beijar, transar,  satisfazer a carne e que se “dane” o espírito perdão pela palavra, mas é  assim. Na mesma época um padre muito amigo meu dizia que no tempo dele,  “eles andavam pelas ruas com o terço na mão, rezando em línguas,  visitando hospitais... faziam faculdade, mas rezavam no grupo de oração  conseguiam administrar o seu tempo, e faziam as duas coisas muito bem.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;            Jovem,  será que você conhece essa passagem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“Se alguém se  envergonhar de mim e das minhas palavras, também o Filho do Homem se  envergonhará dele, quando vier na sua glória, na glória de seu Pai e dos  santos anjos.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight:  normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Isso não te estremece, pois a Palavra de Deus deve estremecer o  nosso coração, deve abalar as nossas estruturas. Se você não quer a  santidade, vai embora, diga para Jesus, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;olhe Jesus eu não  queria te conhecer, faça com que eu esqueça tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;” ou então vista a  camisa de Cristo e faça valer a sua fé, sua vida. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;            Está  com medo? Peça o Espírito. Que Jesus, como fez com os apóstolos naquele  dia vai soprar sobre você também e vai fazer de você um homem, uma  mulher corajosa (o), como ele fez com Perdo (conferir Atos 2,14). Se  quiser ser de Deus seja diferente, entre no processo de conversão, mude  suas atitudes, faça a diferença na vida das pessoas e não mais uma  “maria vai com as outras”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;            Vamos  voltar, vamos resgatar na Igreja aquilo que se “perdeu” um dia, a vida  carismática, não demos ouvidos ao que vão dizer de nós, tipo: se somos  doidos, fanáticos, não! Fanatismo está muito longe daquele que encontrou  a Verdade e a quer anunciar a todos que vêem. Não é assim que fazemos  quando apreciamos um bom filme, saímos de lá dizendo para todos que  vejam o filme, pois é “massa”.  Abramo-nos para Deus, sejamos dóceis ao  Espírito e daí sim estaremos escolhendo uma vida digna e cheia de  alegria. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;            Não  seja de Deus por troca, mas por decisão de vida, porque “quem encontrou  um amigo encontrou um tesouro”, e Jesus é o nosso verdadeiro amigo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;            Vamos à  luta, estou com você e o Espírito Santo também! 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(I Carta de João 2,14)'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7akjyKnjTj4/TCIgEU4ZqdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/B_T14dvmVQI/s72-c/clip_image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-1583720671628421869</id><published>2010-06-22T11:01:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:23:36.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tome uma atitude APAIXONADA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"A atitude apaixonada desenvolve a capacidade transformadora de sentir e viver as situações com profundidade e consciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; A atitude apaixonada abre o caminho para a verdadeira entrega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;." (Livro das Atitudes - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sônia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Café)&lt;br /&gt;Mas como agir? É muito fácil, basta seguir o seu coração, mas nunca se esqueça ( pra Deus isso é correto? ).&lt;br /&gt;Entregue-se com ardor a uma tarefa que há muito tempo gostaria de realizar. Sempre procure se ocupar com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;atividades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; que o aproxima das pessoas e Deus. Pratique a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;entrega:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; liberte-se dos seus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;apegos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, começando pelos menores. E também, não tema a intimidade, a proximidade.&lt;br /&gt;A atitude apaixonada nos liberta, do medo de ficar só, da falsidade e nos traz a sinceridade, o amor e a amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mayara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Lucena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/206278598810223528-1583720671628421869?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/1583720671628421869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/06/tome-uma-atitude-apaixonada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1583720671628421869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1583720671628421869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/06/tome-uma-atitude-apaixonada.html' title='Tome uma atitude APAIXONADA!'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-5852739071261081260</id><published>2010-06-18T16:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T16:22:33.142-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; color:#E5B9B7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A palavra mais bonita… "Lealdade". Ofereça-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; color:#E5B9B7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(229, 185, 183); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: small; "&gt;A palavra mais egoísta…"Eu". Evite-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; color:#E5B9B7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A palavra mais satisfatória…"Nós". Use-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; color:#E5B9B7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A palavra mais venenosa…"Inveja". Destrua-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; color:#E5B9B7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A palavra mais usada…" Amor". Valorize-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; color:#E5B9B7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A palavra mais prazerosa…"Sorriso". Mantenha-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; color:#E5B9B7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As palavras que mais prejudicam…"Mentiras". Ignore-as.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; color:#E5B9B7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A palavra mais difícil…"Humildade". Pratique-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; color:#E5B9B7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A palavra que mais destrói…"Mágoa". Perdoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; color:#E5B9B7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A palavra mais poderosa…"Conhecimento". Busque-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; color:#E5B9B7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As palavras essenciais… "Confiança em Deus". Acredite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; color:#E5B9B7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aqui está o segredo, aquele que está no Colo de Jesus é porque confia no Senhor e Nele, nós vamos evangelizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; color:#E5B9B7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; color:#E5B9B7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;com palavras e com atitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="ecxApple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Padre Marcelo Rossi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-5852739071261081260?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/5852739071261081260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/06/palavra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5852739071261081260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5852739071261081260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/06/palavra.html' title='Palavra'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-6471336881175217619</id><published>2010-05-26T13:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:38:06.362-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amor que você dá retorna para você através de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amar e Ter Fé em Deus são a mesma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ter Fé é amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amar é ter Fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que acontece quando temos Fé ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que acontece quando temos fé e amamos ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós nos tornamos um com Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nós estamos unificados com Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É por isso que temos fé em Deus e amamos a Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando você faz isso, Deus e você se tornarão um só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A distância entre Deus e você desaparecerá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E Você sentirá que Deus está o tempo todo com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Precisamos ter fé pura, crer sem questionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aqueles que crêem de coração, humildemente, verão a Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muitos têm fé para obter bens materiais, dinheiro e outras coisas deste mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas esse tipo de fé é de baixo nível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A verdadeira fé é superior àquele que busca bens e satisfação dos desejos individuais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Primeiro e acima de tudo tenha fé em Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dessa forma, todas as demais coisas virão por acréscimo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ter fé é crer em Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se você não tem fé em Deus, você poderá cair e perder tudo a qualquer momento, pois está se baseando em coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;materiais e vãs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Muitos tem muito mais fé no dinheiro do que em Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daí, quando o dinheiro acaba, pensam que a vida acabou, cometem suicídio, roubam ou matam por aquilo que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;poderão levar para o outro mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E pior, terão que responder pelo que fizeram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amados, por isso nós temos uma poupança no céu que jamais será perdida, que é o colo de JESUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vamos levar as pessoas ao colo de JESUS com nossos testemunhos, palavras, fé e amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E com certeza você continuará a caminhar neste mundo e depois eternamente com Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Evangelize!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pe. Marcelo Rossi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-6471336881175217619?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/6471336881175217619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/05/amar-e-ter-fe-em-deus-sao-mesma-coisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6471336881175217619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6471336881175217619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/05/amar-e-ter-fe-em-deus-sao-mesma-coisa.html' title='O Amor que você dá retorna para você através de Deus'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-7966808489517073305</id><published>2010-04-20T15:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:33:22.602-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crer na vida impossível</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É ter esperança no amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saber que após a noite vem o dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Viver intensamente as emoções!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pular de alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não invadir o espaço alheio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ser espontâneo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apreciar o nascer e o pôr-do-sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amar as pessoas incondicionalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aproveitar todos os momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fazer trabalho voluntário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em Jesus vencer a depressão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Confiar na voz da intuição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perdoar as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estimular a criatividade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não se prender a detalhes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brincar como uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chorar de felicidade... Deixar para lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ter pensamento positivo. Respeitar os sentimentos dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rir sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saber trabalhar em equipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ser sincero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esquecer o que já passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A cada dia buscar, melhorar, melhorar... Porque se sou fiel no pouco Deus vai me confiar muito mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Evangelize!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-7966808489517073305?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/7966808489517073305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/04/crer-na-vida-impossivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/7966808489517073305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/7966808489517073305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/04/crer-na-vida-impossivel.html' title='Crer na vida impossível'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-5722094170429477160</id><published>2010-03-22T11:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T12:01:21.898-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As pessoas vencedoras e as pessoas derrotadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: 0in !important; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#953734;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando a pessoa Vencedora comete um erro, diz: “Equivoquei-me“, e aprende a lição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#D99694;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando uma pessoa Derrotada comete um erro, diz: "Não foi culpa minha“, e responsabiliza os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: 0in !important; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#953734;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Vencedora sabe que a adversidade é a melhor dos mestres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#D99694;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Derrotada sente-se vítima diante da adversidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: 0in !important; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#953734;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Vencedora sabe que o resultado das coisas depende de si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#D99694;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Derrotada crê que existe a má sorte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: 0in !important; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#953734;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Vencedora trabalha muito e arranja mais tempo para si mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#D99694;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Derrotada está sempre "muito ocupada" e não tem tempo sequer para os seus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: 0in !important; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#953734;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Vencedora enfrenta os desafios um a um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#D99694;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Derrotada rodeia os desafios e não se atreve a tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: 0in !important; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#953734;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Vencedora compromete-se, dá a sua palavra e cumpre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#D99694;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Derrotada faz promessas, não “mete os pés a caminho” e quando falha só se sabe justificar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: 0in !important; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#953734;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Vencedora diz: "Sou bom, mas vou ser melhor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#D99694;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Derrotada diz: "Não sou tão mau como são como muitas outras pessoas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: 0in !important; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#953734;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Vencedora escuta, compreende e responde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#D99694;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Derrotada não espera que chegue o seu turno para falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: 0in !important; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#953734;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Vencedora respeita aqueles que sabem mais e preocupa-se em aprender algo com eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#D99694;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Derrotada resiste a todos aqueles que sabem mais e apenas se fixa nos seus defeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: 0in !important; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#953734;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Vencedora sente-se responsável por algo mais que apenas o seu trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#D99694;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Derrotada não se compromete e sempre diz: “Faço o meu trabalho e já chega”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: 0in !important; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#953734;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Vencedora diz: “Deve haver uma melhor forma de o fazer...”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#D99694;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Derrotada diz: "Este é o modo como sempre temos feito. Não há outro.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: 0in !important; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#953734;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Vencedora é PARTE DA SOLUÇÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#D99694;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Derrotada é PARTE DO PROBLEMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: 0in !important; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#953734;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Vencedora consegue "ver a parede na sua totalidade".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#D99694;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Derrotada fixa-se "no azulejo que lhe toca colocar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-indent: 0in !important; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#953734;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Vencedora com tu passa essa mensagem para os amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0em !important; padding-right: 0em !important; padding-bottom: 0em !important; padding-left: 0em !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#D99694;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma pessoa Derrotada como os outros é egoísta e guarda a mensagem só para si...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-indent: 0in !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-indent: 0in !important; color:#953734;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que Deus, Jesus e Maria te proteja sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-5722094170429477160?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/5722094170429477160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-pessoas-vencedoras-e-as-pessoas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5722094170429477160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5722094170429477160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-pessoas-vencedoras-e-as-pessoas.html' title='As pessoas vencedoras e as pessoas derrotadas'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-5113597124527070937</id><published>2010-03-16T11:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T11:39:42.599-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você é Especial !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Você já percebeu que só valorizamos mais a vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Quando perdemos algo que a gente ama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Pois preste atenção! Quando perdemos um ente querido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Muitas vezes ficamos a meditar. Poxa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Eu poderia ter dito a ele, muitas outras vezes que o amava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;O quanto ele era importante para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Mas ao contrário disso, muitas vezes nos retraímos, deixando o tempo passar, e só depois de uma fatalidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;é que vamos dar valor ao que perdemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Quando na verdade, temos todo o tempo para dizer aos pais, aos amigos, aos nossos companheiros, aos nossos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;filhos o quanto o amamos e o quanto eles são importantes em nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Mas na maioria das vezes tiramos tempo para coisas tão banais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;E para aquela pessoa tão importante em nossa vida, nós simplesmente deixamos pra depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Pois é aí que mora o perigo, talvez não tenhamos mais a oportunidade de poder dizer a esta pessoa "Eu te amo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Você é muito especial para mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Então antes que seja tarde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Faça a tarefa do dia, assim que você acordar pela manhã, olhe para a pessoa que está do seu lado, abra um sorriso e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;diga "Eu te amo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Diga a sua família, aos seus amigos, não fique esperando que eles tomem iniciativa para demonstrar o quanto te ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Faça a sua parte, com certeza eles serão os próximos a dizer o quanto você é importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Então, hoje você já disse a alguém que você a ama? Não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Então diga a pessoa mais próxima a você, diga a ela "Você é muito especial para mim".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;E você que acabou de ler este texto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Eu digo a você também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;"Você é muito especial! Te amo em Cristo! Que Deus te abençoe!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-5113597124527070937?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/5113597124527070937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/03/voce-e-especial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5113597124527070937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5113597124527070937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/03/voce-e-especial.html' title='Você é Especial !'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-485756555300989913</id><published>2010-03-09T12:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T12:16:56.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A vinda de Jesus está próxima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="mensagem_do_dia-texto" id="tx"   style="  display: inline !important; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Alguns pensam que todas as profecias se realizaram na primeira vinda de Jesus, mas a verdade é que muito do que foi dito no Antigo testamento ainda não se realizou. Em sua primeira vinda, o Senhor não chegou com poder. Estendo os braços soberanamente. Isso era feito por reis e generais da época que voltavam vitoriosos de uma batalha e traziam reféns e tesouros do povo vencido, frutos da conquista. Ao contrário, Jesus, em sua primeira vinda, chegou humilde, simples, pobre, nascido em uma manjedoura; porém agora virá como Rei, como Soberano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="mensagem_do_dia-texto" id="tx"   style="  display: inline !important; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="mensagem_do_dia-texto" id="tx"   style="display: inline !important; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Jesus ainda não retornou para aniquilar seus inimigos, como Rei, como Senhor, porque está esperando nossa conversão, mas certamente logo entrará em ação e vencerá. Seus inimigos pensam que poderão destruí-lo ao anunciar um outro Cristo, mas tenhamos a certeza de que o vencedor é Jesus – que nasceu, viveu e morreu por nós; em obediência a seu Pai, deu todo seu sangue para nossa salvação. A cruz de Cristo não é fracasso, e sim vitória, salvação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="mensagem_do_dia-texto" id="tx"   style="  display: inline !important; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="mensagem_do_dia-texto" id="tx"   style="display: inline !important; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="mensagem_do_dia-texto" id="tx"   style="display: inline !important; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Somos a geração bem aventurada que realizará o “acabamento” à obra de Deus. Se é um privilégio construir os alicerces de uma casa, quem dirá dar o acabamento. Para isso é que fomos escolhidos, portanto, não devemos temer, e sim nos sentir honrados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="mensagem_do_dia-texto" id="tx"   style="  display: inline !important; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="mensagem_do_dia-texto" id="tx"   style="display: inline !important; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="mensagem_do_dia-texto" id="tx"   style="display: inline !important; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="mensagem_do_dia-texto" id="tx"   style="display: inline !important; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;O Senhor quer que nós e as pessoas que amamos rompam com o pecado. Esta é a maneira de nos prepararmos para a vinda de Jesus, que já está próxima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#595A5E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-weight: normal;  font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p class="mensagem_do_dia-texto" id="tx"   style="  color: rgb(89, 90, 94); font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Retirado do livro "Caminho para a santidade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Monsenhor Jonas Abib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/206278598810223528-485756555300989913?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/485756555300989913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/03/vinda-de-jesus-esta-proxima.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/485756555300989913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/485756555300989913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/03/vinda-de-jesus-esta-proxima.html' title='A vinda de Jesus está próxima'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-8502817056971608522</id><published>2010-03-08T14:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:47:44.772-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Os problemas de amanhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Uma das coisas que mais nos atormentam hoje em dia, é pensar, o que acontecerá amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Se estaremos vivos, com saúde, alegre, triste, etc ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Temos manias de "curtir medos", mas Jesus Cristo nos disse: '' não te atormentes com teus pensamentos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;O Senhor nos diz claramente, que cada dia basta a sua preocupação.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;“Não vos preocupeis, portanto, com o dia de amanhã: o dia de amanhã se preocupará consigo mesmo. A cada dia basta o seu mal” (Mt 6,34)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Não devemos preocupar com os problemas que virão, já basta os que já temos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Quando vier o problema de amanhã, vamos enfrentá-los amanhã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;"Hoje nos ocupamos dos problemas próprios do dia de hoje, sem nos preocupar com os problemas que ainda não existem" (Monsenhor Jonan Abib)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Mayara Lucena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/206278598810223528-8502817056971608522?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/8502817056971608522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/03/os-problemas-de-amanha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/8502817056971608522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/8502817056971608522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/03/os-problemas-de-amanha.html' title='Os problemas de amanhã'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-1126109193669884462</id><published>2010-03-04T21:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:57:57.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Segredo da Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Senhor Deus, colocou em nossos corações a felicidade, e nos dá conselhos para sabermos tê-la verdadeiramente:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Feliz é todo aquele que não anda conforme os conselhos dos perversos; que não entra no caminho dos malvados, nem junto aos zombadores vai sentar-se; mas encontra prazer na lei de Deus e a medita, dia e noite, sem cessar” (Sl 1).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Temos que estar firmemente no caminho de Deus, e não deixarmos cair em tentações, devemos resistir, e seguir o caminho da felicidade é que Deus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Quanto a mim, minha felicidade é estar perto de Deus” (Sl 73,28a).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este versículo diz tudo, FELICIDADE é estar perto de DEUS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Compreende?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não há outro caminho, pode até ser feliz em algum outro lugar, mas é uma felicidade provisória, não é pra sempre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Devemos rezar, mas rezar bastante, pedindo pra Deus nos guiar e estar sempre conosco. E uma dica de oração é esta: minha felicidade é estar perto de Deus, repita isto todas as vezes em que lembrar de Deus, ou que precisar D'ele.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#4F4F4F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 24px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Mayara Lucena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://magiagifs.110mb.com/anjos/anjos_arquivo01/anjosmagiagifs30.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://magiagifs.110mb.com/anjos/anjos_arquivo01/anjosmagiagifs30.gif" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 74px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/206278598810223528-1126109193669884462?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/1126109193669884462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-segredo-da-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1126109193669884462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1126109193669884462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-segredo-da-felicidade.html' title='O Segredo da Felicidade'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-5723288059091788339</id><published>2010-02-22T14:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:57:13.899-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus está esperando!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje acordamos e aí está você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O importante MESMO é você saber que você está aí e bem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seja como for, você acaba de ganhar mais um dia de presente para viver.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por isso, comemore este novo dia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agradeça a Deus por ele.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Afinal, você também é um milagre criado a natureza de Deus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enquanto você ainda está no silêncio, na intimidade da sua manhã, entregue sua vida para Deus e peça que Ele &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;cuide de seu dia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esperamos demais para fazer o que precisa ser feito, num mundo que só nos dá um dia de cada vez, sem nenhuma &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;garantia do amanhã.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enquanto lamentamos que a vida é curta, agimos como se tivéssemos à nossa disposição um estoque inesgotável &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;de tempo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esperamos demais para dizer as palavras de perdão que devem ser ditas, para pôr de lado os rancores que devem ser &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;expulsos, para expressar gratidão, para dar ânimo, para oferecer consolo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esperamos demais para ser generosos, deixando que a demora diminua a alegria de dar espontaneamente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esperamos demais para ser pais dos nossos filhos pequenos, esquecendo quão curto é o tempo em que eles são &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;pequenos, quão depressa a vida os faz crescer e ir embora.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esperamos demais para dar carinho aos nossos pais, irmãos e amigos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem sabe quão logo será tarde demais??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esperamos demais para pedir a Deus a confiança necessária para atravessarmos os obstáculos e executarmos as tarefas &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;que nos esperam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deus também está esperando &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- esperando você todos os dias confiar que Ele está no comando de sua vida, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;não esquecê-Lo jamais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agradeça.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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/206278598810223528-5723288059091788339?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/5723288059091788339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/02/deus-esta-esperando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5723288059091788339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5723288059091788339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/02/deus-esta-esperando.html' title='Deus está esperando!'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-3520159922307483629</id><published>2010-02-20T11:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:23:08.775-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor de Jesus foi na cruz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Um dia Jesus e o mal estavam conversando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Jesus lhe perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;- "O que estás fazendo com as pessoas na Terra?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Ele respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;- "Estou me divertindo com elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Ensino-as a fabricar bombas, a matar, a odiar umas às outras, a casar e a desrespeitar o casamento, a se prostituírem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;a abusar de crianças, a serem viciadas (em drogas, bebida, cigarro, etc.), a fazer tudo o que não se deve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Estou me divertindo muito com elas! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Jesus perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;-” E depois o que você vai fazer com elas? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Ao que respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;-” Vou matá-las, acabar com elas! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Jesus novamente perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;-” Quanto você quer por elas? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;O mal então disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;-” Você não vai querer essas pessoas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Elas são traiçoeiras, mentirosas, falsas, egoístas e avarentas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Elas não vão Te amar de verdade, vão bater e cuspir no Teu rosto, vão Te desprezar e nem vão levar em consideração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;o que Tu fizeres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;“Quanto você quer por elas eu perguntei?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Disse Jesus com toda a autoridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;E o mal respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;“Quero toda a Sua lágrima e todo o Seu sangue”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;“Trato feito!", disse Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amados é assim que o mal faz conosco, zomba de nós, mas feliz aquele que pertence a Jesus. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nesta quaresma tenha certeza o diabo pode zombar, mas o Sangue de Jesus, nos lava, nos blinda e nos protege. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Pe. Marcelo Rossi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-3520159922307483629?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/3520159922307483629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-amor-de-jesus-foi-na-cruz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3520159922307483629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3520159922307483629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-amor-de-jesus-foi-na-cruz.html' title='O amor de Jesus foi na cruz'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-3979101380104998234</id><published>2010-01-15T22:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:24:47.751-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um minuto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Um minuto serve                para você sorrir: sorrir                para o outro, para você                e para a vida. Um minuto                serve para você ver o                caminho, olhar a                flor, sentir o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong  style=" font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; cheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; da flor, sentir a grama                molhada, notar                a transparência da água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Basta um minuto para                você avaliar a imensidão                do infinito, mesmo sem                poder entendê-lo. Em um                minuto apenas você ouve                o som dos pássaros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;que                não voltam mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Um minuto serve para                você ouvir o                silêncio, ou começar uma                canção. É num minuto que                você dará o sim que                modificará toda a sua                vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            E basta, um minuto para                você apertar a mão                de alguém e conquistar                um novo amigo. Em um                minuto você pode sentir                a responsabilidade pesar                em seus ombros, a                tristeza da derrota, a                amargura da incerteza, o                gelo da solidão, a                ansiedade da                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.br/search?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;q=espera+rivalcir&amp;amp;meta="&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;                              espera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;                a marca da decepção, a                alegria da vitória...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Quanta vitória se decide                num simples momento, num                simples minuto! Num                minuto você pode amar,                buscar, compartilhar,                perdoar, esperar, crer,                vencer e ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Num simples minuto você                pode salvar sua vida.                Num simples minuto você                pode incentivar alguém                ou desanimá-lo! Basta um                minuto para você                recomeçar a reconstrução                de um lar ou de uma                vida. Basta um minuto de                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.br/search?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;q=atencao+rivalcir&amp;amp;meta="&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;                              atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;                para você fazer feliz                um filho, um aluno, um                professor, um                semelhante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Basta um minuto para                você entender que a                eternidade é feita de                minutos, de todos os                minutos bem                aproveitados!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;               Que todos os minutos de                2010 sejam mágicos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;               E a sua vida uma eterna                felicidade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;               VIVA 2010!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;               Boa noite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/206278598810223528-3979101380104998234?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/3979101380104998234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/01/um-minuto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3979101380104998234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3979101380104998234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2010/01/um-minuto.html' title='Um minuto'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-6301030097840549123</id><published>2009-12-24T13:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:37:47.389-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amados, Natal Recomeçar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não importa onde você parou... em que momento da vida você cansou...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que importa é que sempre é possível é necessário recomeçar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Natal vida nova em Cristo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recomeçar é dar uma nova chance a si mesmo...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É renovar as esperanças na vida e o mais importante...acreditar em você de novo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você sofreu muito?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foi aprendizado...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chorou muito?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foi limpeza da alma...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ficou com raiva das pessoas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foi para perdoá-las um dia...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sentiu-se só por diversas vezes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É por que fechaste a porta para Deus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acreditou que tudo estava perdido?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Era o início da tua melhora...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pois agora é hora de iniciar...de pensar em Deus e encontrar vontade nas coisas simples de novo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recomeçar... hoje é um bom dia para começar novos desafios.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E é hoje o dia joga fora tudo que te prende ao passado...ao mundinho de coisas tristes...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lembre-se nascemos para sermos felizes e Deus nos criou sua imagem e semelhança!!...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele fez homem por você, por mim e por nós.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então é Natal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;(Padre Marcelo Rossi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-6301030097840549123?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/6301030097840549123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/12/amados-natal-recomecar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6301030097840549123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6301030097840549123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/12/amados-natal-recomecar.html' title='Amados, Natal Recomeçar'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-2107620718382966744</id><published>2009-12-22T10:32:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:43:29.776-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://natalnatal.no.sapo.pt/gifs/presepio/nacimiento.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 279px;" src="http://natalnatal.no.sapo.pt/gifs/presepio/nacimiento.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://natalnatal.no.sapo.pt/gifs/presepio/nacimiento.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Senhor, nesta Noite Santa, depositamos diante de Tua manjedoura todos os sonhos, todas as lágrimas e esperanças contidos em nossos corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Pedimos por aqueles que choram sem ter quem lhes enxugue uma lágrima.&lt;br /&gt;Por aqueles que gemem sem ter quem escute seu clamor.&lt;br /&gt;Suplicamos por aqueles que Te buscam sem saber ao certo onde Te encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Para tantos que gritam paz, quando nada mais podem gritar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Abençoa, Jesus-Menino, cada pessoa do planeta Terra, colocando em seu coração um pouco da luz eterna que vieste acender na noite escura de nossa fé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Fica conosco, Senhor! Assim seja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/206278598810223528-2107620718382966744?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/2107620718382966744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/12/oracao-de-natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/2107620718382966744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/2107620718382966744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/12/oracao-de-natal.html' title='Oração de Natal'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-8870999293098712191</id><published>2009-12-18T13:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:09:55.283-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;É maravilhoso o que um abraço pode fazer. Um abraço  pode aquecer o frio, um abraço pode dizer "EU TE AMO TANTO"&lt;br /&gt;Ou "ODEIO VÊ-LO PARTIR".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Um abraço pode ser "SEJA BEM-VINDO" e "Ótimo revê-lo! Por onde andava?"  Um abraço pode suavizar a dor de uma criança, e trazer um arco-íris após a chuva. Um abraço, que não haja dúvida, quase não sobrevivemos sem ele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço encanta e a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;quece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; Talvez seja a razão de Deus nos ter dado braços. Abraços são excelentes para pais e mães, doces para irmãs, formidável com irmãos, e chances haverá que suas tias os preferiam mais que um pote de plantas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animais adoram e precisam dele, chefes de Estado não estão acima dele. Um abraço pode quebrar a barreira da língua e fazer nossa viagem mais fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não precisa espaço para guardá-lo. Quanto mais você dá, mais dele você receberá. Assim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;exercite seus braços sem demora e dê um grande abraço em alguém hoje! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Então vamos exercitar!  receba meu abraço apertado, demorado, de coração disparado, batendo no peito, de carinho, te desejando  que você receba  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.br/search?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;q=aqueleabra%C3%A7o+rivalcir&amp;amp;meta=" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;"aquele abraço"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;  que você esta precisando e esperando ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#0000FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: 800; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fique feliz!! Em algum momento ele chegara... Que Deus ilumine&lt;br /&gt;seus pensamentos. E deixe seu coração sentindo essa paz infinita!!&lt;br /&gt;Abraçar é encostar um coração no outro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boa tarde!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;rivalcir.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/206278598810223528-8870999293098712191?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/8870999293098712191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-abraco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/8870999293098712191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/8870999293098712191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-abraco.html' title='O abraço'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-499083007968633871</id><published>2009-12-05T19:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:53:13.241-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não espere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Não espere um sorriso para ser gentil;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ser amado para amar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ficar sozinho para reconhecer o valor de quem está ao seu lado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ficar de luto para reconhecer quem hoje é importante em sua vida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere o melhor emprego para começar a trabalhar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a queda para lembrar-se do conselho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a enfermidade para perceber o quanto é frágil a vida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere pessoas perfeitas para então se apaixonar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a mágoa para pedir perdão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a separação para sentir saudade;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere a dor para crer na oração;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere elogios para acreditar em si mesmo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere que o outro tome a iniciativa se você foi o culpado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere o eu te amo, para dizer eu também;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere ter dinheiro para contribuir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não espere o dia da sua morte para começar a amar a vida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então, o que você está esperando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa sua idade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEI!!! VOCÊ PODE EVANGELIZAR!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-499083007968633871?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/499083007968633871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-espere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/499083007968633871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/499083007968633871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-espere.html' title='Não espere'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-4788166489374028295</id><published>2009-11-30T11:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:10:47.905-02:00</updated><title type='text'>*-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartooes.com" target="_blank" title="Cartooes.com - Mensagens e Recados"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg293/cartooes/smilinguido/smilinguido_10.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#800000" face="Arial" size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lindos e Fofos Cart&amp;otilde;es&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartooes.com" target="_blank" title="Cartooes.com - Mensagens e Recados"&gt;www.cartooes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-4788166489374028295?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/4788166489374028295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/4788166489374028295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/4788166489374028295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='*-*'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg293/cartooes/smilinguido/th_smilinguido_10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-1659879010385563417</id><published>2009-11-21T14:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:35:35.319-02:00</updated><title type='text'>XXIII Experiência de Oração JAD ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.orkut.com/images/milieu/1258297133/1258322462265/134217010/ln/Zo6c5uh.jpg?ver=1258322463"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://img1.orkut.com/images/milieu/1258297133/1258322462265/134217010/ln/Zo6c5uh.jpg?ver=1258322463" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.orkut.com/images/milieu/1258297133/1258389967588/134217010/ln/Z18z4926.jpg?ver=1258389967"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.orkut.com/images/milieu/1258297133/1258322509315/134217010/ln/Zbblw1k.jpg?ver=1258322509"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 119px;" src="http://img1.orkut.com/images/milieu/1258297133/1258322509315/134217010/ln/Zbblw1k.jpg?ver=1258322509" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.orkut.com/images/milieu/1258297133/1258389967588/134217010/ln/Z18z4926.jpg?ver=1258389967"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;As pequeninas :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img1.orkut.com/images/milieu/1258297133/1258322721422/134217010/ln/Z1183d8c.jpg?ver=1258322721"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://img1.orkut.com/images/milieu/1258297133/1258322721422/134217010/ln/Z1183d8c.jpg?ver=1258322721" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img4.orkut.com/images/milieu/1258297133/1258323246227/134217010/ln/Znwga21.jpg?ver=1258323246"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.orkut.com/images/milieu/1258297133/1258389967588/134217010/ln/Z18z4926.jpg?ver=1258389967"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 136px;" src="http://img2.orkut.com/images/milieu/1258297133/1258389967588/134217010/ln/Z18z4926.jpg?ver=1258389967" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sagrada Família, gincana :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img4.orkut.com/images/milieu/1258297133/1258323246227/134217010/ln/Znwga21.jpg?ver=1258323246"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="http://img4.orkut.com/images/milieu/1258297133/1258323246227/134217010/ln/Znwga21.jpg?ver=1258323246" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1258297133/1258323350301/134217010/ln/Z9b7ys5.jpg?ver=1258323351"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="http://img3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1258297133/1258323350301/134217010/ln/Z9b7ys5.jpg?ver=1258323351" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="G18xmdgnP0" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Me, Warley o modelo do JAD :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Por Tuas chagas hoje somos curados'' &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; 13,14 e 15 de Novembro de 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-1659879010385563417?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/1659879010385563417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/11/xxiii-experiencia-de-oracao-jad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1659879010385563417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1659879010385563417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/11/xxiii-experiencia-de-oracao-jad.html' title='XXIII Experiência de Oração JAD ♥'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-5219760805001619679</id><published>2009-10-22T14:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:36:59.542-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem tem Deus no coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sua presença é um presente para o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você é único e só há um igual a você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sua vida pode ser o que você quer que ela seja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viva os dias, apenas um de cada vez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conte suas bênçãos, não seus problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você os superará venha o que vier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dentro de você há muitas respostas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Compreenda, tenha coragem, seja forte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não coloque limites em si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Muitos sonhos estão esperando para serem realizados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As decisões são muito importantes para serem deixadas ao acaso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alcance seu máximo, seu melhor e seu prêmio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Nada consome mais energia do que a preocupação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quanto mais tempo se carrega um problema, mais pesado ele fica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lembre-se que um pouco de amor dura muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Lembre-se muito disso: dura para sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lembre-se que a amizade é um investimento sábio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os tesouros da vida são todas as pessoas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perceba que nunca é tarde demais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Faça coisas simples de uma forma simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tenha saúde, esperança e felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Encontre tempo para Deus, e lembre-se que Ele é quem te ergue e fortalece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; E nunca esqueça, o quanto você é especial...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-5219760805001619679?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/5219760805001619679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/10/quem-tem-deus-no-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5219760805001619679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5219760805001619679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/10/quem-tem-deus-no-coracao.html' title='Quem tem Deus no coração'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-9132604782097402667</id><published>2009-10-13T20:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:24:50.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor que não se cansa - Pe. Fábio de Melo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se a tristeza te rouba as palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Se as razões se perderam no tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Relembrar as histórias passadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Desperta saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Se alguém prometeu te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Mas depois partiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Te deixando sem mesmo explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sem dizer adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Deus conhece a tua verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; E as saudades do teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Em segredo teu Deus te espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Quer te consolar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Então volta, só Deus é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Que não passa e não passará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Então volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Só Deus é resposta que vale a pena esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; De amor vivo e coração de Deus, de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Amor que não se cansa de amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-9132604782097402667?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/9132604782097402667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/10/amor-que-nao-se-cansa-pe-fabio-de-melo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/9132604782097402667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/9132604782097402667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/10/amor-que-nao-se-cansa-pe-fabio-de-melo.html' title='Amor que não se cansa - Pe. Fábio de Melo'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-8510420973618950841</id><published>2009-09-25T12:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:56:22.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucesso e felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;               &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O sucesso é um processo muito particular na vida de cada pessoa. Funciona como uma essência maravilhosa que corre pelas veias e que impulsiona o nosso ímpeto a seguir sempre em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em nossa existência terrena temos uma série de sonhos e metas que, com determinação, entusiasmo e conhecimento do lugar aonde se quer chegar, possuem uma grande chance de se concretizarem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, quando alcançamos o ponto alto do sucesso de nossos sonhos, transformamos o mundo à nossa volta e transbordamos de alegria o nosso coração sonhador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando realizamos nossos sonhos de sucesso, renovamos a esperança e a crença na nossa força maravilhosa&lt;br /&gt;que demonstra que todo sonho possui a sua verdade e que&lt;br /&gt;o mesmo merece ser realizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-8510420973618950841?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/8510420973618950841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/09/sucesso-e-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/8510420973618950841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/8510420973618950841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/09/sucesso-e-felicidade.html' title='Sucesso e felicidade'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-4637667093550143746</id><published>2009-09-25T12:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:50:53.781-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O cochicho de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Antonio tinha perdido o emprego e estava meio perdido.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Ficou sabendo de um Padre senhor dito como muito sábio por suas palavras sempre conscientes. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Então resolveu ir encontrar-se com o Padre.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ao encontrá-lo, Antonio cerrou os punhos e disse em alta voz,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;- Implorei a Deus para que dissesse algo para me ajudar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Diga-me, por que Deus não me responde?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;O Padre sentou-se calmamente à sombra de uma árvore próxima e falou algo em resposta - algo tão silencioso que&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;era inaudível.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Antonio se aproximou um pouco mais e perguntou, em voz normal,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;- O que foi que o senhor disse?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;O Padre repetiu, mas novamente num tom muito baixo, como um cochicho.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Então Antonio chegou ainda mais perto e se inclinou em direção ao Padre.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;- Me desculpe, ele disse calmamente. Eu ainda não consegui escutar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Com suas cabeças muito próximas, o Padre falou mais uma vez,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;- Deus, às vezes, cochicha, filho, filha Eu Te Amo, então precisaremos estar bem perto D'Ele para ouvi-lo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Desta vez  Antonio escutou e entendeu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Filhinhos amados... sempre queremos a voz de Deus como um trovão pelo ar como resposta à nossos problemas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Mas a voz de Deus, na maioria das vezes, nos vem baixinha... um suave cochicho. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hei coragem eu estou com você, Evangelize!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Padre Marcelo Rossi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-4637667093550143746?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/4637667093550143746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-cochicho-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/4637667093550143746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/4637667093550143746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-cochicho-de-deus.html' title='O cochicho de Deus'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-8503724303540247355</id><published>2009-09-12T17:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:12:31.098-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Atualização!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/SqwMX1x9cKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ys0H36vERNA/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC09582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 27px; height: 27px;" src="http://www.gifmania.com.pt/amor/corazones_pequenos/lov_he36.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/SqwMWkOml8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/fuzKU8SO0Mg/s1600-h/DSC01919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/SqwMWkOml8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/fuzKU8SO0Mg/s200/DSC01919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380689236622481346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-8503724303540247355?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/8503724303540247355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/09/atualizacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/8503724303540247355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/8503724303540247355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/09/atualizacao.html' title='Atualização!'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/SqwMX1x9cKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ys0H36vERNA/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC09582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-1152850698719710596</id><published>2009-08-29T19:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:55:08.598-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é cheia de bençãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que você esta triste? Se a vida é tão bela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que desistir? Se a vida é uma missão criada por Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que lágrimas? Se a vida é  repleta de bênçãos para sorrirmos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que sentes amarguras? Se a vida é uma nova canção!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que sentes ódio? Se a Vida foi feita para amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que tantas intrigas? Se a vida é Paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que blasfemar? Se a vida foi feita para orar sem cessar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que mentir? Se a vida é uma verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que sentir-se pobre? Se a vida é uma riqueza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que sofrer? Se a vida é superação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que temer? Se a vida é feita de Fé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que fracassos? Se a vida é uma grande vitória!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que ofender-se? Se a vida é perdão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que ser infeliz? Se a vida é uma grande felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por que problemas? Se a vida é uma grande solução!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Por que trevas? Se DEUS  é a fonte Luz!&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/206278598810223528-1152850698719710596?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/1152850698719710596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/vida-e-cheia-de-bencaos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1152850698719710596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1152850698719710596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/vida-e-cheia-de-bencaos.html' title='A vida é cheia de bençãos'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-2405105083914875074</id><published>2009-08-26T13:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:53:39.274-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Louvar e agradecer ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Quando os primeiros raios de sol despojar em sua janela pare e pense. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pense que esse dia te pertence... Louve e agradeça a Deus por mais um dia, mais uma chance, chance esta que Jesus&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;proporcionou para que&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; você  reveja tudo o que você tem feito de bom e ruim. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Louve agradeça, procure aproveitar da melhor maneira possível, como se hoje fosse o último dia de sua vida...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Louve agradeça Olhe ao seu redor, procure fazer o melhor que esteja ao seu alcance...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Não de o passo maior que a perna, pois o futuro o espera...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Seja solidário, humilde, não tape os ouvidos para os oprimidos, estenda suas mãos aos necessitados, pois a semente&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;do seu passado será o fruto do seu presente...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Louve agradeça, Não tenha espírito de grandeza, pois a sua realeza será desfocada por você se achar que é mais &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;que o seu próximo...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Louve agradeça, Não pense que você é melhor que os outros, pois, assim poderá se dar bem em seus relacionamentos &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;interpessoais. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Louve agradeça........ Hoje é o seu dia!!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Acordaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Amadosssssssssss aproveite o seu dia de hoje para louvar e agradecerrr a Deus....... para amanhã estarmos juntos nos &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;braços de Jesus.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Pe. Marcelo Rossi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-2405105083914875074?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/2405105083914875074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/louvar-e-agradecer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/2405105083914875074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/2405105083914875074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/louvar-e-agradecer.html' title='Louvar e agradecer ♥'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-7411062887859144745</id><published>2009-08-23T13:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:10:58.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;              &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Há algumas coisas que são               lindas demais para serem               descritas por palavras. É               necessário admirá-las em               silêncio para apreciá-las em               toda a sua plenitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;              As grandes falas servem,               freqüentemente, para               confundir ou doutrinar. Às               vezes, o silêncio é mais               esclarecedor que um fluxo de               palavras. Olhe para uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;              &lt;a title="Mãe um carinho de paz!!" href="http://www.google.com.br/search?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;q=mae+rivalcir&amp;amp;meta="&gt;              mãe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;               diante do seu filho no               berço. Ele consegue muito               bem tudo o que quer sem               dizer nenhuma palavra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;              Na realidade, as palavras               devem ser a embalagem dos               pensamentos. Não adianta               fazer longos discursos para               expressar os sentimentos de               seu coração. Um olhar diz               muito mais que um jorro de               palavras. Na realidade, as               palavras devem ser a               embalagem dos pensamentos.               Não adianta fazer longos               discursos para expressar os               sentimentos de seu coração.               Um olhar diz muito mais que               um jorro de palavras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;              Creio que, em sua grande               sabedoria, a natureza nos               deu apenas uma língua e dois               ouvidos para escutarmos mais               e falarmos menos. Se as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;              &lt;a title="O poder das palavras é mágico!!" href="http://www.google.com.br/search?hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;q=palavras+rivalcir&amp;amp;meta="&gt;                            palavras &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;não               são mais bonitas do que o               silêncio, então é preferível               não dizer nada. Quanto mais               o coração é grande e               generoso menos úteis são as               palavras. É necessário               lembrar do provérbio dos               filósofos: as verdadeiras               palavras não são sempre               bonitas e as palavras               bonitas nem sempre são               verdades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;p align="justify"&gt;              &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"   &gt;              As grandes mentes fazem com               que, em poucas palavras,               muitas coisas sejam ouvidas.               As mentes pequenas acham que               têm, pelo contrário, a               concessão para falar e não               dizer nada.  Poucas               palavras são necessárias               para expressar “eu gosto de               você.” Portanto, todas as               outras que poderiam ser               ditas são supérfluas...                ...e não são palavras curtas               e fáceis de serem ditas. São               aquelas que causam as               maiores conseqüências.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             São necessários apenas dois               anos para que o ser humano               aprenda a falar e toda uma               vida para que ele aprenda a               ficar em silêncio.  Ser               comedido com as palavras é               uma prova de profunda               sabedoria. Saber ouvir               também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"   &gt;              &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Bom dia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-7411062887859144745?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/7411062887859144745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-silencio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/7411062887859144745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/7411062887859144745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-silencio.html' title='O silêncio'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-6717176955231572946</id><published>2009-08-20T12:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:37:23.872-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/graphics/hearts-11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/So1sqFEYvFI/AAAAAAAAAbo/3MEkS32dulM/s200/DSC01885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372069400693750866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/So1sp6NIMEI/AAAAAAAAAbg/r9qPuNTLtd4/s1600-h/DSC01888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/So1sp6NIMEI/AAAAAAAAAbg/r9qPuNTLtd4/s200/DSC01888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372069397777625154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/So1spbOmuzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/uGC0vGcawQA/s1600-h/DSC01883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/So1spbOmuzI/AAAAAAAAAbY/uGC0vGcawQA/s200/DSC01883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372069389462321970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-6717176955231572946?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/6717176955231572946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6717176955231572946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6717176955231572946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/So1tZyIup5I/AAAAAAAAAcI/K1BmBPMNDMQ/s72-c/DSC09438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-5298393751984654385</id><published>2009-08-16T23:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:22:24.345-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Você reclama ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;AS ETERNAS E  NORMALMENTE INFUNDADAS RECLAMAÇÕES... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Antigamente tudo era melhor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O mundo, hoje, vai mal... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O carro não pega... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A minha promoção não sai... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O sinal ainda esta fechado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meu time perdeu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que calor insuportável... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que frio terrível... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minha mulher só reclama... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meu marido só pensa em futebol... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os amigos sumiram... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Essas crianças não param de chorar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A cidade ta uma sujeira... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meu chefe não me compreende... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O ônibus não aparece... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E essa fila que não anda... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ninguém reconhece meu trabalho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os preços não param de subir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meu telefone vive enguiçado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;QUE VIDA, HEIN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAIS ALGUMA RECLAMAÇÃO? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E se eu tivesse nascido em berço de ouro? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E se eu ganhasse uma enorme quantia? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E se não existisse tanta gente atrapalhando minha vida? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E se eu conseguisse um diploma sem precisar estudar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque a gente tem tanta luta e tribulação, tanta dor e sofrimento, transformando a vida num "Vale de lágrimas"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DIFÍCIL, NÃO É MESMO??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAS AGORA PRESTE MUITA ATENÇÃO NESTA SITUAÇÃO...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; nasceu num estábulo... EMPRESTADO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; montou num burrico...  EMPRESTADO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; multiplicou os pães e peixes num cesto... EMPRESTADO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; utilizou um local para evangelizar... EMPRESTADO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; promoveu um milagre num barco... EMPRESTADO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; foi sepultado em um túmulo... EMPRESTADO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SÓ A CRUZ ERA D'ELE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E Ele nunca reclamou, murmurou e jamais blasfemou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele sempre louvou e agradeceu por realizar a vontade do Pai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É preciso aprender dar mais valor as pessoas, coisas e situações que nos são impostas por Deus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existem dois caminhos: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1º&lt;/strong&gt; O das lamentações e dos "por que"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2º &lt;/strong&gt;O do louvor e agradecimento, do "Para que Senhor". Seja feita a tua vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cada um escolhe o seu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos Agradecer e Evangelizar!!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-5298393751984654385?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/5298393751984654385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-reclama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5298393751984654385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5298393751984654385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-reclama.html' title='Você reclama ?'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-7537770416911645562</id><published>2009-08-11T15:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:57:04.949-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De um jeito só seu ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagens.kboing.com.br/emoticons/37842ky.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 60px;" src="http://imagens.kboing.com.br/emoticons/37842ky.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Há um jeito que é só seu, de               semear o bem.  Se tem               sabedoria para falar, fale!               Há pessoas precisando de               quem lhes rasgue novos               horizontes.  Se tem o               dom de ouvir, ouça! Há               pessoas precisando falar               para reorganizar os               pensamentos e sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             Se tem o dom de enxergar os               talentos alheios,               enalteça-os! Há pessoas que               desabrocham por conta de               alguém que lhes reconheça um               dom.  Se tem               discernimento o bastante               para fazer  uma               observação construtiva,               faça-a!Há pessoas               persistindo no mesmo               erro,por falta de alguém que               as alerte com carinho e               firmeza.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             Se você não tem vocação para               engajar-se em movimentos               filantrópicos de grande               alcance,  tenha em               mente que o maior bem a ser               semeado começa dentro do seu               lar. Oferte a sua canção, a               sua poesia, a sua               hospitalidade,&lt;br /&gt;             aquele prato que ninguém               sabe fazer igual. Oferte a               sua diplomacia, a sua               liderança ou a sua               capacidade de atuar&lt;br /&gt;             em segundo plano para o bem               comum.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             Oferte o seu talento para               contar piadas e fazer rir.                A sua ternura natural no               trato com crianças, idosos               ou animais.  A sua               capacidade de manter o               sangue frio  nas horas               de crise, quando todos em               sua volta desabam.  A               sua santa paciência de               permanecer num hospital ao               lado  de um enfermo               terminal, ou de varar a               noite num velório, naquela               hora crítica em que todos               vão embora.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             Há um jeito que é só seu e               todo seu, mesmo que seja               ofertar uma flor sem ser dia               de nada.  Mesmo que               seja uma prece sincera feita                no silêncio do seu quarto.              &lt;br /&gt;             Na contabilidade Divina,               pouco importa se o seu jeito               de semear o bem vai alcançar               uma criatura ou milhões de               criaturas.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;              &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Você está fazendo a sua               parte,  de um jeito que               é só seu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;              É só isto que realmente               importa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;Bom dia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-7537770416911645562?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/7537770416911645562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-um-jeito-so-seu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/7537770416911645562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/7537770416911645562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-um-jeito-so-seu.html' title='De um jeito só seu ..'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-5254268312067168214</id><published>2009-08-09T21:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:01:04.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pai, minha admiração por você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/Sn9xIPRjysI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lDxXu6tc0Ew/s1600-h/DSC08861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/Sn9xIPRjysI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lDxXu6tc0Ew/s200/DSC08861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368133667201993410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="listing-desc"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Este homem que eu admiro tanto,&lt;br /&gt;com todas as suas virtudes  e também com seus limites.&lt;br /&gt;Este homem com olhar de menino, sempre pronto e atento,&lt;br /&gt;mostrando-me o caminho da vida, que está pela frente.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Este mestre contador de histórias&lt;br /&gt;traz em seu coração tantas memórias,&lt;br /&gt;espalha no meu caminhar muitas esperanças,&lt;br /&gt;certezas e confiança.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Este homem alegre e brincalhão,&lt;br /&gt;mas também, às vezes, silencioso e pensativo,&lt;br /&gt;homem de fé e grande luta,&lt;br /&gt;sensível e generoso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O abraço aconchegante a me acolher, este homem,&lt;br /&gt;meu pai, com quem aprendo a viver.&lt;br /&gt;Pai, paizinho, paizão...&lt;br /&gt;meu velho, meu grande amigão, conselheiro e leal amigo:&lt;br /&gt;infinito é teu coração.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obrigado, pai, por orientar o meu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;feito de lutas e incertezas&lt;br /&gt;mas também de muitas esperanças e sonhos&lt;/p&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/206278598810223528-5254268312067168214?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/5254268312067168214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/pai-minha-admiracao-por-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5254268312067168214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5254268312067168214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/pai-minha-admiracao-por-voce.html' title='Pai, minha admiração por você'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/Sn9xIPRjysI/AAAAAAAAAaw/lDxXu6tc0Ew/s72-c/DSC08861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-5750232210399589608</id><published>2009-08-07T12:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:08:10.138-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O bem maior...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Só por hoje, já que é o dia               da minha vida, eu vou me               importar menos com o                que falam, e fazer mais o               que me importa.  Vou               deixar de lado a amargura e               sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;             Vou sorrir pelas               coisas mais simples,                até das piadas infames               daquele amigo tonto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;             Vou deixar a tristeza               trancada  no armário da               rodoviária, vou jogar fora a               chave e sair para uma               viagem, vou partir para               Shangri-lá, que pode ser               aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;             O meu paraíso é aqui mesmo,               não preciso me esconder numa               casinha branca                distante, nem fugir para o               mato ou lugar remoto, a               minha paz está onde eu                estou, é dentro de mim que               ela habita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;             Por isso resolvi deixar a               paz invadir a  minha               vida e ninguém vai roubar               isso de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;             Podem me tirar a roupa,               roubarem meu carro, levarem               a casa, a cama e a o                armário, o amor da minha               vida pode resolver partir,               mas o bem mais precioso                ninguém vai levar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i  style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A paz que               eu conquisto agora, é a               certeza de que posso e                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;              vou ser feliz, e isso,               ninguém vai roubar de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Bom dia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-5750232210399589608?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/5750232210399589608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-bem-maior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5750232210399589608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/5750232210399589608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-bem-maior.html' title='O bem maior...'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-312589566081097853</id><published>2009-08-04T11:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:39:39.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu herói de verdade ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu admiro as pessoas               que...acordam de manhã com               alegria no coração ... têm a               coragem de levantar depois               das quedas... não precisam               de elogios nem de               aplausos... sabem falar por               favor e pedir desculpas...               não se envergonham de dizer               eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             Eu admiro as pessoas               que...têm coragem de               persistir mesmo depois de               receber um não... são               sensíveis e se emocionam com               a dor do próximo... sabem               que um abraço vale mais do               que mil palavras...               compreendem que um exemplo               vale mais do que mil               conselhos... sabem sorrir               para as crianças.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             Eu admiro você que...tem a               humildade para estudar e               aprender... procura as               respostas mesmo quando elas               estão escondidas... sempre               quer fazer o melhor... não               desiste de lutar, apesar dos               desafios... reconhece que               não sabe tudo.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             Eu admiro sua busca por               fazer o que a sua alma pede.               Eu admiro você que, com               humildade e dedicação, faz a               vida acontecer. Você é meu               herói de verdade!&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             Faça por               merecer!&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bom dia!!&lt;/span&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/206278598810223528-312589566081097853?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/312589566081097853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-heroi-de-verdade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/312589566081097853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/312589566081097853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/meu-heroi-de-verdade.html' title='Meu herói de verdade ...'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-1805460120715761262</id><published>2009-08-02T20:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:42:15.935-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Na incerteza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Na incerteza do amanhã               aproveite o hoje para ser               feliz."&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             VALEU A PENA? Um dia você               vai ver que não VALEU A               PENA tanta correria, para               ganhar dinheiro e não               usufruir.&lt;br /&gt;             Vai ver que o tempo passou e               o cansaço tomou conta do seu               corpo. Vai ver que mesmo               rodeado de muita gente, você               se sente só.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             Um dia você vai recolher-se               no quarto e vai ter vontade               de abraçar o travesseiro,               porque não sobrou ninguém               pra abraçar. Vai ver que foi               entrando numa roda viva que               você viu que não é mais dono               do tempo que dizem que é seu               e que não pode cedê-lo a               qualquer um. Vai ver que o               carro já está se tornando um               problema, e não um conforto,               o telefone é chato, a               gravata incomoda...&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             É... por mais que tente se               livrar de tudo, é um escravo               invejado por muitos. Vai ver               que não  VALEU A PENA  os               anos sem férias, sem               descanso. Vai ver que não               tem mais ilusões, e a               esperança anda com vontade               de dormir.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             Um dia você vai ver que               passou pela vida sem viver.               Freqüentou o mundo sem saber               porque... Rodou, rodou,               rodou, e não saiu do lugar,               pensou que foi, mas ficou.               Teve tudo e não sentiu nada.              &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             Um dia você verá que o tempo               escoa tão rápido como a               areia fina pelos seus dedos.               Vai ver que resta parar e               gritar de cima de um               edifício: "CHEGA" !!!&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;              &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;              Vai ver que é hora de               sorrir, de amar, de ser da               família, de misturar-se com               as crianças e dar a mão ao               próximo... e Viver!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Boa noite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-1805460120715761262?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/1805460120715761262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/na-incerteza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1805460120715761262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1805460120715761262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/08/na-incerteza.html' title='Na incerteza'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-1589473179252067451</id><published>2009-07-31T20:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:17:28.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Manual para Homens entenderem o comportamento feminino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kisten&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ós, mulheres, já nascemos detevites. Aos nossos olhos, todos os homens são suspeitos, e suas aventuras terminarão sendo descobertas ; é apenas uma questão de tempo.  Mesmo que não estejamos apaixonadas por você, escutar um "eu te amo" é um bálsamo para nossas almas. E se você não disser isso, vamos notar e vamos ficar tristes.  A mesma coisa acontece com "você está linda". Demora menos de dois segundos para pronunciar essas três palavras mágicas, que são capazes de transformar nossos pesadelos em verdadeiros contos de fadas.  Se perguntarmos que roupa devemos usar, não fique chateado se decidirmos vestir exatamente o oposto que você escolheu; faz parte da nossa natureza.  Em uma festa, somos capazes de escanear o salão em menos de um minuto, e saber quem nos interessa. Fique atento.  Pensamos em sexo com a mesma compulsão que os homens, ou até mais. A única diferença é que não demonstramos isso.  Se não aceitarmos imediatamente o convite para jantar em um primeiro encontro, não se preocupe; precisamos de alguns dias, para perder os quilos extras que sempre julgamos estar destruindo nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mulheres sempre se lembram de tudo. Se você perguntar quando nos conhecemos, nenhuma de nós vai dizer: "Em uma festa". Diremos: foi em uma terça-feia, logo depois de um jantar onde foi servido salada e canja de galinha, você usava um paletó negro e seus sapatos eram de tal marca, etc.  Por mais amor que sejamos capazes de dar, existem sete dias onde queremos estar longe de tudo todos. Você tem duas opções: amarrar-se em um poste e esperar que a tempestade passe, ou ir até a joalheria mais próxima e  comprar um presente. Recomendamos a segunda opção.  Temos tanto poder de raciocínio como um homem. Mas não precisamos deixar isso evidente, ou você vai ficar inseguro. As mulheres que fizeram isso terminaram sozinhas.  Adoramos todo tipo de cabelo no corpo masculino, embora a depilação seja a nossa tortura favorita.  (...)  Brinque com nossos animais domésticos e com nossas crianças, e brincaremos com você. Ignore-os, e nós ignoraremos também.  (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Livro dos Manuais - Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/206278598810223528-1589473179252067451?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/1589473179252067451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/manual-para-homens-entenderem-o.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1589473179252067451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1589473179252067451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/manual-para-homens-entenderem-o.html' title='Manual para Homens entenderem o comportamento feminino'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-1169776347654949298</id><published>2009-07-30T18:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:46:31.880-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pedaço de você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagens.kboing.com.br/emoticons/37374kv.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 33px; height: 44px;" src="http://imagens.kboing.com.br/emoticons/37374kv.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Um pedaço de você já ficou               no tempo, quando você deixou               de ler um bom livro, quando               não acreditou naquele amigo,&lt;br /&gt;             quando não aproveitou aquele               instante para falar de amor,               quando não abraçou seu pai e               nem beijou a mãe.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             Um pedaço de você se perdeu               na curva, quando abandonou o               seu sonho sem tentar, quando               aceitou trabalhar onde não               gostava, quando fazia o que               não suportava, quando disse               sim, quando queria dizer               não, quando deixou o amor               morrer antes de nascer, por               medo de sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             Um pedaço de você ficou               parado, quando você não quis               fazer um novo percurso,               quando se conformou com o               velho, quando ficou parado               vendo o povo correr, quando               votou em branco, se podia               escolher, quando não               apareceu quando era               esperado.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             A vida pede atitude em cada               instante, e passa por cima               de quem se cala, de quem               aceita, de quem acredita que               tudo está irremediavelmente               perdido. A vida desacata               quem não se aceita, humilha               quem não se valoriza, ensina               com amor os que amam sem               medidas, ensina com dor, os               que fogem das lições.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             Um pedaço de você quer tudo,               outro quer se esconder.               Assim, cabe a você, só a               você, dosar ansiedade e               apatia,&lt;br /&gt;             ter um tempo para criar e               outro para executar, falar e               ouvir, ensinar e aprender,               caminhar e correr, amar e               ser amado, falar baixo e               gritar. ter um tempo para               refletir...&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i  style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;              Só não vale cruzar os               braços, só não vale não ser               você, só &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;              não vale esquecer: que nada               é mais importante que você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Boa noite&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;/b&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;              &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-1169776347654949298?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/1169776347654949298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-pedaco-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1169776347654949298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1169776347654949298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-pedaco-de-voce.html' title='Um pedaço de você'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-3257092306572525889</id><published>2009-07-30T18:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:41:31.173-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A ação de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um dia uma modelo famosa. Requisitada e disputada, conseguia contratos milionários.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apesar do dinheiro, da fama e da beleza, ela não era feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sentia um imenso vazio por dentro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sofria de pavor, ansiedade e insônia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pensou em tomar medicamentos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alguns amigos aprovaram, outros não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ela decidiu procurar outras terapias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Assinou contratos que jamais havia sonhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trabalhava muito, mas continuava atormentada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um dia, pela manhã, indo de carro para o trabalho, pelo caminho costumeiro, o trânsito parou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um guarda estava desviando todo o trânsito para uma ruazinha estreita, porque um encanamento havia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; rompido na avenida principal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dirigindo lentamente pela rua desconhecida, ela passou em frente a uma igreja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um cartaz, escrito à mão, dizia: "sem Deus não há paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conheça Deus, conheça a paz. Todos são bem-vindos". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ela achou estranho e seguiu em frente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No dia seguinte, fazendo o mesmo trajeto, o trânsito parou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um incêndio em uma loja fez com que, outra vez, o trânsito fosse desviado por aquela mesma ruazinha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"De novo!", Pensou a modelo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E passou outra vez pela igreja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lá estava o cartaz, que agora lhe pareceu atraente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De dentro do carro, espiou o interior da igreja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No terceiro dia, ela pensou em mudar de trajeto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas achou que estava sendo muito boba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Afinal, qual era a probabilidade de em três dias seguidos, acontecer o desvio do trânsito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no mesmo local? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Vai ser um teste", pensou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Se acontecer alguma coisa e o trânsito for desviado, vou ter certeza de que é um sinal". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando ela chegou na avenida, lá estavam os policiais outra vez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um grande acidente, explicou um dos policiais, desviando o trânsito, para a já conhecida ruazinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"É demais", falou a modelo, consigo mesma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estacionou o carro e entrou na igreja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lá dentro, havia apenas um padre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele ergueu os olhos, olhou para ela com um sorriso e perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; “Por que demorou tanto?" – Ele havia visto o carro da modelo passar ali nos três dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eles conversaram muito e como resultado, linda passou a freqüentar a pequena igreja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje com Deus nos nossos corações, vamos deixar Ele retirar de nós todos nossos vícios?? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-3257092306572525889?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/3257092306572525889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/acao-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3257092306572525889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3257092306572525889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/acao-de-deus.html' title='A ação de Deus'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-1420636435504680500</id><published>2009-07-29T22:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:21:05.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O passarinho e a oração</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Você já viu um passarinho dormindo num galho ou num fio, sem cair? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Como é  que ele consegue isso?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Se nós tentássemos dormir assim, iríamos cair e quebrar o pescoço. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;O segredo está nos tendões das  pernas do passarinho. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Eles são construídos  de forma que, quando o joelho está dobrado, o pezinho segura firmemente  qualquer coisa. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Os pés não irão soltar o galho até que ele desdobre o joelho para voar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;O  joelho dobrado é o que dá ao passarinho a força para segurar qualquer  coisa.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;É uma maravilha, não é? Que desenho incrível que o Criador fez para segurar o passarinho. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mas, não  é tão diferente em nós.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Quando nosso "galho" na vida fica precário, quando tudo está ameaçado de cair, a maior segurança, a maior estabilidade &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;nos vem de um joelho dobrado, em oração. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Se você algumas vezes, se vê num emaranhado de problemas que fazem você perder a fé, desanimar de caminhar; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;não caminhe mais sozinho. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jesus quer fortalecer você e caminhar com você por toda sua vida!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;É Ele quem renova suas forças e sua fé.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;E se cuida de um passarinho, imagina  o que não fará por você, Seu filho amado. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Dobre os joelhos e ore, Deus escuta o silêncio do seu coração e o seu clamor. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evangelize... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-1420636435504680500?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/1420636435504680500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-passarinho-e-oracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1420636435504680500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/1420636435504680500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-passarinho-e-oracao.html' title='O passarinho e a oração'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-2387868508097296682</id><published>2009-07-28T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:02:56.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/Sm32rsYJlTI/AAAAAAAAAak/qaqPGsbIKQI/s200/DSC08832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363213961775387954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deus não                    podia                    estar em                    todas                    partes                    ao mesmo                    tempo, e                    por isso                    criou às                    mães.quando                    preciso                    uma                    amiga.                    Teus                    olhos                    sensíveis                    se                    endurecem                    quando                    preciso                    uma                    lição.                    Tua                    força e                    teu amor                    me                    dirigiram                    pela                    vida e                    me deram                    as asas                    que                    precisava                    para                    voar.                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-2831210698998280575?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/2831210698998280575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/feliz-aniversario-mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/2831210698998280575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/2831210698998280575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/feliz-aniversario-mae.html' title='Feliz Aniversário Mãe ♥'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/Sm32rsYJlTI/AAAAAAAAAak/qaqPGsbIKQI/s72-c/DSC08832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-3944753862310763780</id><published>2009-07-27T15:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:47:18.302-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale a pena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagens.kboing.com.br/emoticons/84160vr.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 65px; height: 70px;" src="http://imagens.kboing.com.br/emoticons/84160vr.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Vale a pena a tentativa e não o receio...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Vale a pena confiar e nunca ter medo...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Vale a pena encarar e não fugir da realidade...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ainda que eu fracasse, vale a pena lutar...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Vale a pena discordar do melhor amigo e  não apoiá-lo em suas atitudes erradas...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Vale a pena corrigi-lo...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Vale a pena encarar-me no espelho e ver  se estou certo ou errado...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Vale a pena procurar ser o melhor... &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Vale a pena perseverar, porque desta forma sua meta é alcançada &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Vale a pena ter fé em Deus, porque Ele é nosso Deus e jamais nos abandona!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;nfim, vale a pena viver a vida, com Jesus e da melhor maneira possível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-3944753862310763780?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/3944753862310763780/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/vale-pena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3944753862310763780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3944753862310763780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/vale-pena.html' title='Vale a pena'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-6136003710140712455</id><published>2009-07-26T19:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:03:15.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estatutos do século XXI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A todo ser humano foram concedidas duas maneiras de agir: a ação e a contemplação. Ambas levam ao mesmo lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A todo ser humano foram concedidas duas qualidades: o poder e o dom. O poder dirige o homem ao encontro com seu destino; o dom obriga a dividir com o outros o que há de melhor em si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;A todo ser humano foi dada uma virtude: a capacidade de escolher. Aquele que não utiliza essa virtude a transforma em uma maldição e outros escolherão por ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Todo ser humano tem direito a bênçãos, a saber: a bênção de acertar e a bênção de errar. No segundo caso, sempre existe um aprendizado que o conduzirá ao caminho certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Todo ser humano tem um perfil sexual próprio, e deve exercê-lo, sem culpa desde que não obrigue os outros a exercê-lo com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Todo ser humano tem uma lenda pessoal a ser cumprida e esta é sua razão de estar neste mundo. A lenda pessoal manifesta-se por meio do entusiasmo com sua tarefa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Todo homem tem o seu lado feminino e toda mulher tem o seu lado masculino. É necessário usar a disciplina com intuição e usar a intuição com objetividade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Todo ser humano precisa conhecer duas linguagens: a linguagem da sociedade e a linguagem dos sinais. Uma serve para a comunicação com os outros. A outra serve para entender as mensagens de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Todo ser humano tem direito à busca da alegria, e entende-se por alegria algo que o deixa contente - não necessariamente aquilo que deixa os outros contentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Todo ser humano deve manter viva dentro de si a sagrada chama da loucura. E deve comportar-se como uma pessoa normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tudo que é feito no presente afeta o futuro por consequência, e o passado por redenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Livro dos Manuais: cap. Estatutos do século XXI - Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-6136003710140712455?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/6136003710140712455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/estatutos-do-seculo-xxi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6136003710140712455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6136003710140712455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/estatutos-do-seculo-xxi.html' title='Estatutos do século XXI'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-3890661235686862759</id><published>2009-07-26T11:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:19:55.085-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Síntese da felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;D&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;esejo a você... Fruto do mato, cheiro de jardim, namoro no portão, domingo sem chuva, segunda sem mau humor,  sábado com seu amor, filme do Carlitos, chope com amigos, crônica do Rubem Braga, viver sem inimigos, filme antigo na tv, ter uma pessoa especial, e que ela goste de você, música de Tom com letra de Chico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Frango caipira em pensão do interior, ouvir uma palavra amável, ter uma surpresa agradável, ver a banda passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Noite de lua cheia, rever uma velha amizade, ter fé em Deus, não ter que ouvir a palavra não, nem nunca, nem jamais e adeus. Rir como criança, ouvir canto de passarinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarar de resfriado, escrever um poema de Amor, que nunca será rasgado, formar um par ideal, tomar banho de cachoeira, pegar um bronzeado legal, aprender uma nova canção, esperar alguém na estação, queijo com goiabada,  Pôr-do-sol na roça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma festa, um violão, uma seresta, recordar um amor antigo, ter um ombro sempre amigo, bater palmas de alegria, uma tarde amena, calçar um velho chinelo, sentar numa velha poltrona, tocar violão para alguém, ouvir a chuva no telhado, vinho branco, bolero de Ravel, e muito carinho meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bom dia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&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/206278598810223528-3890661235686862759?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/3890661235686862759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/sintese-da-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3890661235686862759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3890661235686862759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/sintese-da-felicidade.html' title='Síntese da felicidade'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-3959341386389425867</id><published>2009-07-25T14:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:21:11.922-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Um excelente nadador tinha o costume de correr até a água e molhar somente o dedão do pé antes de qualquer mergulho.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Alguém intrigado com aquele comportamento, lhe perguntou qual a razão daquele hábito. O nadador sorriu e respondeu:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- Há alguns anos eu era um professor de natação. Eu os ensinava a nadar e a saltar do trampolim. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Certa noite, eu não conseguia dormir, e fui até a piscina para nadar um pouco. Não acendi a luz, pois a lua brilhava &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;através do teto de vidro do clube. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Quando eu estava no trampolim, vi minha sombra na parede da frente. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Com os braços abertos, minha imagem formava uma magnífica cruz. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Em vez de saltar, fiquei ali parado, contemplando minha imagem.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nesse momento pensei na cruz de Jesus Cristo e em seu significado. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Eu não era um cristão, mas quando criança aprendi que Jesus tinha morrido na cruz para nos salvar pelo seu Precioso Sangue. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Naquele momento as palavras daquele ensinamento me vieram à mente e me fizeram recordar do que eu havia aprendido &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sobre a morte de Jesus. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Não sei quanto tempo fiquei ali parado com os braços estendidos. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Finalmente desci do trampolim e fui até a escada para mergulhar na água. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Desci a escada e meus pés tocaram o piso duro e liso do fundo da piscina. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Haviam esvaziado a piscina e eu não tinha percebido. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tremi todo, e senti um calafrio na espinha. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Se eu tivesse saltado seria  meu último salto. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Naquela noite a imagem da cruz na parede salvou a minha vida. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Fiquei tão agradecido a Deus, que ajoelhei na beira da piscina, confessei os meus pecados e me entreguei a Ele, consciente&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;de que foi exatamente em uma cruz que Jesus morreu para me salvar.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Naquela noite fui salvo duas vezes e, para nunca mais me esquecer, sempre que vou até a piscina molho o dedão do &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pé antes de  saltar na água... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus tem um plano na vida de cada um de nós, não adianta querermos apressar ou retardar as coisas,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois, tudo acontecerá no seu devido tempo e somente Deus pode guiar nossos passos!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Vamos nos entregar a Deus e pedir a intercessão de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" &gt;NOSSA SENHORAAAAAAAAAA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-3959341386389425867?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/3959341386389425867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-tempo-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3959341386389425867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/3959341386389425867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-tempo-de-deus.html' title='O tempo de Deus'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-7845001418777329744</id><published>2009-07-25T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:30:09.334-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã é o dia dos avós ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/SmtAh-6bCEI/AAAAAAAAAac/QLggqbW7Kxg/s1600-h/OgAAAEWrEa_xdYuDz1UH0pzRFzbS8u0QomAOVRCcFr-eHJn9J2mHBrlEtLVKXOMX8Bv2cecc_BgXJVpOMoZtDvSNoKcAm1T1UBmnqEHSmp5VELOEzx3OaTrVqUm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/SmtAh-6bCEI/AAAAAAAAAac/QLggqbW7Kxg/s200/OgAAAEWrEa_xdYuDz1UH0pzRFzbS8u0QomAOVRCcFr-eHJn9J2mHBrlEtLVKXOMX8Bv2cecc_BgXJVpOMoZtDvSNoKcAm1T1UBmnqEHSmp5VELOEzx3OaTrVqUm1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362450733882607682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/SmtAhpAsMxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/b3nhnfk90tc/s1600-h/OgAAABwQ-HnYw96P2o2DBWa7wvpUAeSzj5rXQVx9NRZEkphcJ5yH8i4WnTfJtx1U4kY-GGqxWP2_F0Rt1M18i0xS0U4Am1T1UCNunfCq9AEdCeM6kkL7vA4E2rVX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/SmtAhpAsMxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/b3nhnfk90tc/s200/OgAAABwQ-HnYw96P2o2DBWa7wvpUAeSzj5rXQVx9NRZEkphcJ5yH8i4WnTfJtx1U4kY-GGqxWP2_F0Rt1M18i0xS0U4Am1T1UCNunfCq9AEdCeM6kkL7vA4E2rVX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362450728003318546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Minhas avós queridas, Antônia e Socorro.&lt;br /&gt;Amo demais ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-7845001418777329744?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/7845001418777329744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/amanha-e-o-dia-dos-avos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/7845001418777329744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/7845001418777329744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/amanha-e-o-dia-dos-avos.html' title='Amanhã é o dia dos avós ..'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/SmtAh-6bCEI/AAAAAAAAAac/QLggqbW7Kxg/s72-c/OgAAAEWrEa_xdYuDz1UH0pzRFzbS8u0QomAOVRCcFr-eHJn9J2mHBrlEtLVKXOMX8Bv2cecc_BgXJVpOMoZtDvSNoKcAm1T1UBmnqEHSmp5VELOEzx3OaTrVqUm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-6931561883228225827</id><published>2009-07-24T16:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:00:13.458-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A história da lagarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Imagine uma lagarta. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ela passa grande parte de sua vida no chão, observando os pássaros, indignada com seu destino e com sua forma.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Muitas vezes ela pensa: "Sou a mais desprezível das criaturas, feia, repulsiva, condenada a rastejar pela terra.” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Um dia, entretanto, a Natureza pediu que fizesse um casulo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;A lagarta se assustou e naquele instante pensou que estivessem construindo para ela seu túmulo...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Já estava quase preparada para morrer...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Indignada com a vida que ela teve, reclamava novamente com Deus.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"Quando finalmente me acostumei com a terra, o Senhor me tirou o pouco que tenho."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Desesperada, se trancou no casulo e aguardou o fim de sua vida.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alguns dias depois, tornou-se uma das mais lindas borboletas... Nem ela percebeu quão linda se tornou.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMADOS, nesta semana não reclame com Deus dos problemas que surgem em sua vida, louve e agradeça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em cada dificuldade... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não enchergamos a grandeza que existe por detrás do que Deus tem preparado para cada um de nós...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos nos tornarmos borboletas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Padre Marcelo Rossi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-6931561883228225827?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/6931561883228225827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/historia-da-lagarta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6931561883228225827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6931561883228225827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/07/historia-da-lagarta.html' title='A história da lagarta'/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206278598810223528.post-6104598785184179726</id><published>2009-05-05T15:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:49:29.402-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/SgCJ7KhsjmI/AAAAAAAAABc/oc9e-UPdv-I/s1600-h/DSC01665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/SgCJ7KhsjmI/AAAAAAAAABc/oc9e-UPdv-I/s320/DSC01665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332413608337641058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sejam bem vindos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/206278598810223528-6104598785184179726?l=maylucost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/feeds/6104598785184179726/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/05/sejam-bem-vindos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6104598785184179726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/206278598810223528/posts/default/6104598785184179726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maylucost.blogspot.com/2009/05/sejam-bem-vindos.html' title=''/><author><name>Mayara Lucena Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17545117236918064700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ-jla6EB0Q/TlPQp9CvoMI/AAAAAAAAAug/21tZtP3wVio/s220/274083_1293608210_6211159_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O6ffI6mRO_0/SgCJ7KhsjmI/AAAAAAAAABc/oc9e-UPdv-I/s72-c/DSC01665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
