<?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-2110385802289256671</id><updated>2011-09-03T04:27:23.422-07:00</updated><category term='saude'/><category term='Espirito Santo'/><category term='problemas'/><category term='namoro'/><category term='vida sentimental'/><category term='obra de Deus'/><category term='confianca'/><category term='YPG'/><category term='sentimentos'/><category term='perseveranca'/><category term='jilo'/><category term='Pensamentos'/><category term='mundo de sofia'/><category term='Pr Luke'/><category term='Decisoes'/><category term='mau testemunho'/><category term='esfriamento'/><category term='jovens'/><category term='temor'/><category term='depressao'/><category term='tempo'/><category term='Bp Renato'/><category term='filosofia'/><category term='sacrificio'/><category term='testemunho'/><category term='fraquezas'/><category term='kryptonita'/><category term='ajuda'/><category term='dificuldades'/><title type='text'>Por onde andei...</title><subtitle type='html'>by Natassia Souza</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-6699235069504910505</id><published>2011-08-16T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T20:14:34.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papai, me dá dinheiro para comprar balinhas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ao5WdNn-Fek/Tksxr9DaoJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3e1yKEZDbrQ/s1600/little_girl_with_lollipop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ao5WdNn-Fek/Tksxr9DaoJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3e1yKEZDbrQ/s320/little_girl_with_lollipop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641657589404704914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu estava meditando essa semana no versículo abaixo, que eu li num livro que eu tenho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="even"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"(...) para que Cristo habite em seus corações mediante a fé; e oro para que vocês, arraigados e alicerçados em amor, possam, juntamente com todos os santos, compreender a largura, o comprimento, a altura e a profundidade, e conhecer o amor de Cristo que excede todo conhecimento, para que vocês sejam cheios de toda a plenitude de Deus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Àquele que é capaz de fazer infinitamente mais do que tudo o que pedimos ou pensamos, de acordo com o seu poder que atua em nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Efésios 3:17-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fiquei pensando e pensando e só tinha a certeza de que gostaria de ser surpreendida por Deus, de alguma forma... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje, estava arrumando minha pasta de propósitos e encontrei um Plano Financeiro que fiz em Janeiro e COMO eu ri de mim mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu estava desempregada naquela época e escrevi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Meu Deus, me dê UM emprego de Professora de Inglês que me possibilite ganhar R$2000,00."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E hoje, eu sou professora, não só de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;" &gt;UMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, mas de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:verdana;" &gt;TRÊS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; escolas e ganho valor bem superior a esse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me senti como uma criança pedindo R$1,00 ao pai pra comprar balinhas, com esse pedido... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como a gente crê pouco... Como a gente entende tão pouco sobre a nossa real necessidade... Como a gente acaba achando que pedimos o suficiente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E o que mais me surpreendeu é que eu nem me lembrava desse pedido... Eu pedi e esqueci... Mas Deus não se esqueceu... E isso me fez crer ainda mais que CADA oração nossa, é ouvida por Ele e Ele é fiel para cumprir... Desde que entreguemos para Ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deus abençoe a todos..&lt;/span&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/2110385802289256671-6699235069504910505?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/6699235069504910505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2011/08/papai-me-da-dinheiro-para-comprar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/6699235069504910505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/6699235069504910505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2011/08/papai-me-da-dinheiro-para-comprar.html' title='Papai, me dá dinheiro para comprar balinhas?'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ao5WdNn-Fek/Tksxr9DaoJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/3e1yKEZDbrQ/s72-c/little_girl_with_lollipop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-443808078896931698</id><published>2011-08-06T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T19:55:03.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing my religion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sxsUMdV544g/Tj392ZTGHQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XzQiWelCPng/s1600/LosingMy-Religion-email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sxsUMdV544g/Tj392ZTGHQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XzQiWelCPng/s320/LosingMy-Religion-email.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637941419483471106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Não, não vou falar sobre a música do R.E.M...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mas vou falar de algo que vinha acontecendo comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Eu era do tipo de menina de igreja, que depois de sofrer durante um bom tempo, resolveu se entregar para Deus e fazer tudo da forma maaaaaais corretissima possivel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Me achava a pessoa MAIS DE DEUS do mundo inteiro e tinha um orgulho de ser cristã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tinha uma disciplina diaria de leitura da Biblia, orações, jejuns e toda essa parafernália cristã que todos nós conhecemos... Não dava muito papo para homens, não me vestia mais vulgarmente, aboli minhas amizades que não estavam na igreja comigo, enfim, era um "modelo" de cristã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Achava que minha vida com Deus estava baseada em uma rotina militar que envolvia todos os quesitos acima e sempre achava um sacrilégio quando alguém me falava que não tinha lido a Biblia no dia anterior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Vivia na igreja, sempre limpando isso e aquilo, arrumando a cozinha e me oferecendo para cozinhar para todos e foram muitas as vezes que saia da igreja com a sensação de dever cumprido depois de fazer tudo isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mas em casa, a história era diferente... Não oferecia nem pra pegar um copo d'agua na geladeira pra minha mãe, deixava minhas coisas espalhadas em todos os cantos da casa ("afinal, temos alguém que faça esse trabalho árduo aqui em casa mesmo, ela é paga pra isso mesmo, porque tenho que fazer algo dentro de casa???") e não fazia a MINIMA questão de passar um tempo de qualidade com minha família ( O QUEEEEE? PERDER MEU TEMPO COM ESSE BANDO DE INCREDULOS??? EU PODERIA ESTAR NA IGREJA SERVINDO A DEUS E TENHO QUE FICAR EM CASA COM ELES... MAS QUE COISA MAIS CHATAAAAAAA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Durante 10 meses, foi assim que eu vivi e ai de quem falasse que eu estava errada... Me achava a pessoa mais de fé desse mundo todo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;E um belo dia, Deus tirou a minha viseira e me fez enxergar a minha verdadeira condição... EU ERA UMA RELIGIOSA!!! Eu tinha uma base teorica muito grande, mas não estava vivendo a Fé... Eu estava deixando de praticar tudo que aprendia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Não é que eu não tenha que fazer tudoooo na igreja, ler a Biblia, etc, maaaas, as vezes, Deus espera muito mais de nós do que estamos dando pra Ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;E Deus tem me mostrado que buscar a Ele não é simplesmente ler 3 capitulos diários da Biblia, fazer 24 horas de jejum na sexta feira e servir a mesa do Pastor na Igreja... Buscamos a Deus nas mínimas coisas do dia-a-dia... Muitas vezes, a xícara que você lava na sua casa para sua mãe, vai ser uma oferta MUITO mais agradável a Deus do que 1 hora de oração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Glorifique a Deus obedecendo seus pais, dando testemunho na escola e no trabalho, mantendo suas coisas organizadas... Se pararmos para pensar, é TÃO fácil glorificar a Deus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Não deixe a rotina reliogiosa te cegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Deus abençoe a todos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Na fé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2110385802289256671-443808078896931698?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/443808078896931698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2011/08/losing-my-religion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/443808078896931698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/443808078896931698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2011/08/losing-my-religion.html' title='Losing my religion...'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sxsUMdV544g/Tj392ZTGHQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XzQiWelCPng/s72-c/LosingMy-Religion-email.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-1530639713104962788</id><published>2011-03-15T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:00:31.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diario de uma adolescente em crise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7ylxLh-Das/TYBDtCqpqMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QWpJh7uKKMY/s1600/diario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7ylxLh-Das/TYBDtCqpqMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QWpJh7uKKMY/s320/diario.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584537979028351170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; Nao pensei que voltaria com a mania de escrever tao cedo. Fazer diario de novo, mas sei la, ando com tantas coisas na cabeca, que se eu nao extravazar vou pirar. Nao to suportando a convivencia com a minha familia. Eles agem como se eu fosse um ser bizarro de outro mundo. Minha mae nao para de me humilhar! Joga na minha cara o tempo todo que eu estou gorda e dilacera minha auto estima me incentivando a voltar a  namorar o F., por que ela acredita que ninguem vai gostar de mim como eu sou. A conviccao dela eh tao grande, que eu tambem tenho acreditado nisso. Ela me faz odiar a mim mesma ainda mais e eu ODEIO quando ela faz isso. Tem dias que so de ouvir a voz dela, eu ja me irrito e acabo sendo grossa com ela, que se magoa com facilidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me dou bem com o meu pai, mas a bebida acaba deixando ele agressivo e as vezes ele me trata rudemente quando percebe que eu estou falando com algum garoto. No fundo eles me acham uma louca. Dizem que sou viciada em internet, mas eu confesso que me sinto melhor falando com desconhecidos do que com eles. Ate me empurro para sair de casa, mesmo sem ter a menor vontade, so para eles nao pegarem tanto no meu pe... Que sensacao de paz me da ao escrever aqui, me acalma colocar meus pensamentos loucos no papel. Obrigada por me ajudar a colocar as coisas em ordem..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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;Fragmentos de um dos meus diarios, anos atras, antes de conhecer o Meu Heroi que iria me salvar de todos meus traumas... Achei interessante dividir isso, porque quando as pessoas nos olham na igreja, de uniforme, lutando com o diabo, nao sabem o que passamos para alcancar a nossa salvacao... Estarei colocando pequenas historias aqui e mostrando como fiz para vencer... &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/2110385802289256671-1530639713104962788?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/1530639713104962788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2011/03/diario-de-uma-adolescente-em-crise.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/1530639713104962788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/1530639713104962788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2011/03/diario-de-uma-adolescente-em-crise.html' title='Diario de uma adolescente em crise'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E7ylxLh-Das/TYBDtCqpqMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QWpJh7uKKMY/s72-c/diario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-1978059972680027802</id><published>2010-12-01T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:55:41.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconhecimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TPcJxn8WMnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OvkN5e3ONi8/s1600/reconhecimento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TPcJxn8WMnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OvkN5e3ONi8/s320/reconhecimento.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545912214270390898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Muitas pessoas que eu atendo na igreja reclamam para mim que sempre se davam demais as pessoas e que nao recebiam nada em troca... Umas sao maes que falam que fazem de tudo e que os filhos nao lhe demonstram o minimo de afeto, outras sao namoradas que tentam conquistar o namorado e nao recebem o esperado e ate mesmo outras obreiras, que se matam de ralar nas evangelizacoes, etc e depois nao tem seu esforco reconhecido pelo pastor, lider e outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O meu conselho para elas era sempre o mesmo: RECONHECIMENTO VEM DE DEUS! Eu nao conseguia entender a frustacao delas e achava que elas eram sentimentais demais. Ate que uma situacao bem parecida aconteceu comigo hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eu estava voltando com minha mae no carro e ela comecou a dizer que gostaria de ter uma filha melhor, que eu tinha um comportamento diferente e esquisito e que ela nao gostava disso. Na hora, me lembrei de antes de eu chegar a igreja, nos dias em que eu bebia, fumava, xingava e batia nela... E pensei: eu nao faco isso mais, trato ela com respeito, tento agrada-la, me esforco para isso e porque ela nao reconhece? Pois eh, minha amiga, eu fui colocada na mesma situacao das pessoas que vinham me pedir atendimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Confesso que no primeiro momento, eu pensei em jogar isso tudo na cara da minha mae... Dizer que eu era assim, assim e assado e que ela nao reconhecia que eu tinha mudado, se ela preferia como eu era antes e etc... Mas na hora, uma voz me disse: CALADA! Em minha mente, eu respondi a voz: mas nao eh justo, ela precisa reconhecer que eu sou outra pessoa... E a voz me respondeu de volta: O reconhecimento vem de Deus e o que Ele pensa de voce eh o que realmente importa! Eu fui na contra-mao das minhas vontades, nao fiz o que a carne pediu e me sinto tao bem agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fazer o que as coisas do Espirito, nao eh facil... Requer sacrificio  e renuncia da nossa vontade. Muitas vezes, as ofertas, desafios e propositos sao muito mais faceis de serem depositados no altar (por mais alto que seja o valor) do que entregar a nossa vontade como sacrificio... Se voce nao estiver disposto a sacrificar voce mesmo, nao conseguira chegar ao Reino de Deus... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p class="odd" verse="5" style="outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: 300; font-style: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p class="odd" verse="5" style="outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"De sorte que haja em vós o mesmo sentimento que houve também em Cristo Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="even" verse="6" style="outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 236); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Que, sendo em forma de Deus, não teve por usurpação ser igual a Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="odd" verse="7" style="outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas esvaziou-se a si mesmo, tomando a forma de servo, fazendo-se semelhante aos homens;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="even" verse="8" style="outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 236); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E, achado na forma de homem, humilhou-se a si mesmo, sendo obediente até à morte, e morte de cruz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="odd" verse="9" style="outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Por isso, também Deus o exaltou soberanamente, e lhe deu um nome que é sobre todo o nome" [Filipenses 2:5-9]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="odd" verse="9" style="outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 6px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.3em; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Se o proprio Senhor Jesus negou Sua vontade, imagine nos? E por Ele ter negado a si mesmo, que hoje Ele tem lugar de honra ao lado do Pai! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Deus abencoe abundantemente! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Na fe do sacrificio&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/2110385802289256671-1978059972680027802?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/1978059972680027802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/12/reconhecimento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/1978059972680027802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/1978059972680027802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/12/reconhecimento.html' title='Reconhecimento'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TPcJxn8WMnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/OvkN5e3ONi8/s72-c/reconhecimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-1944136590787346364</id><published>2010-10-08T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T08:14:50.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia que tentei mudar o NAO de Deus... FINAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs531.snc3/30170_433241163833_718688833_5638232_5205171_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Meu ex-namorado percebeu que eu estava indo pela emocao e me disse: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"So queria te dizer que nao sinto mais nada por voce, so queria te trazer para a igreja, agora que voce esta na fe, quero te dizer que nao precisa ter nenhuma esperanca de ter nada comigo pois eu nao gosto mais de voce"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aquilo foi um baque para mim. Senti uma dor enorme no coracao e entrei em depressao, fiquei 3 dias sem tomar banho, sem comer, sem beber e desapareci da igreja. A esposa e o pastor sempre me ligavam e eu desaforava eles, falando que eles ensinavam aos obreiros a enganarem e iludirem as pessoas e que eu nunca mais colocaria os pes na igreja.  Eles nao desistiram de mim e continuavam orando por mim e me ligando, mesmo depois de tantos desaforos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Criei uma revolta contra Deus. Ficava pergutando porque Ele tinha feito isso comigo, porque ele teria usado meus sentimentos para me atrair para Ele. E foi quando eu estava lavando vasilhas e em pensamento, brigando com Deus e foi em meio a isso que tive meu encontro com Deus. Uma voz veio em minha mente e perguntou para mim que culpa Ele tinha se eu tinha escolhido sem a permissao Dele, com quem me relacionar. E eu vi que tudo que tinha acontecido, pelas minhas proprias atitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Passei 2 anos tentando mudar o que nao podia ser mudado, perdi 2 anos desobedecendo a voz de Deus... Passei por uma experiencia de muita dor e tristeza, foram dias angustiantes e que nao tinham sentido algum... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Se eu tivesse escutado a voz de Deus desde o comeco, com certeza teria evitado todo esse sofrimento que passei. Por tanto, amigos, nao sejam tolos como eu fui... ESCUTEM A VOZ DE DEUS E ENTENDA QUE O NAO DELE NAO PODE SER MUDADO! &lt;b&gt;Hoje, eu descobri que o NAO de Deus eh bom e que significa "Eu tenho algo melhor para voce, meu filho!"&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="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lute e espere pelo melhor de Deus! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;P.S.: Essa eh uma foto de quando eu ainda estava de Colaboradora, em Pompano! Quem diria que aquela louca que gritava com o pastor e que nunca mais iria colocar os pes na igreja, hoje serviria a Deus como obreira, hein? rsrsrs&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/2110385802289256671-1944136590787346364?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/1944136590787346364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-dia-que-tentei-mudar-o-nao-de-deus_08.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/1944136590787346364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/1944136590787346364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-dia-que-tentei-mudar-o-nao-de-deus_08.html' title='O dia que tentei mudar o NAO de Deus... FINAL'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-7412050512636545800</id><published>2010-10-01T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:17:31.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia que tentei mudar o NAO de Deus... parte V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs278.snc4/40229_452242138833_718688833_6143157_3065930_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cheguei na IURD, desconfiando de tudo e de todos... Procurava ver a falha no carater de cada uma das pessoas que encontrava... Nao abria meu coracao e achava tudo um absurdo. Pro meu namorado eu disse que estava indo para agrada-lo e ele ficou muito feliz...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi quando vim passar ferias no Brasil e me reencontrei com ele e ele parecia ter mudado bastante... Ele me tratava bem, iamos na igreja, so nao tinhamos mais contato fisico, pois agora ele era obreiro e ele dizia que eu tinha que esperar um tempo... Ele se dizia apaixonado, eu estava tambem e minhas ferias acabaram e tive de voltar pro Estados Unidos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltei decidida a ser obreira pra poder namorar com ele e assim que cheguei na igreja, falei com o pastor que queria ser obreira e o que eu tinha que fazer... O pastor me atendeu e quando eu disse a idade do meu namorado, ele me disse: Minha filha, nao da certo! e dessa vez, foi diferente, algo comecou a me incomodar... Mas eu gostava dele demais e nao queria desistir... Nao queria aceitar que tinha perdido 2 anos da minha vida lutando por algo em vao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nesse dia, meu namorado me falou algo que mudou a minha vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(continua)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2110385802289256671-7412050512636545800?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/7412050512636545800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-dia-que-tentei-mudar-o-nao-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/7412050512636545800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/7412050512636545800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-dia-que-tentei-mudar-o-nao-de-deus.html' title='O dia que tentei mudar o NAO de Deus... parte V'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-2972062787106239400</id><published>2010-09-29T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T08:58:00.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia que tentei mudar o NAO de Deus... parte IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2570/72/19/718688833/n718688833_2263421_7603581.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;Cheguei em Philadelfia em Setembro de 2008. Tive que me readaptar a nova cidade, nova familia, novos amigos... O inverno estava quase comecando e eu comecei a ficar mais deprimida ainda... Neve e um frio de as vezes -23º C, impediam de vida social ou de sair de casa muita das vezes... Passava os dias dentro do quarto e isso gerava uma ansiedade em mim... Eu queria que meu namorado ficasse 24h no computador falando comigo e me frustava quando ele dizia que nao podia. Nessa epoca, ele comecou a pegar firme na IURD e eu comecei a sentir ciumes... Comecei a nutrir um odio pela igreja que nem eu entendia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Veio dezembro e eu havia mandado de presente para ele umas blusas que eu vinha juntando durante os meses que mudei. Ele veio me dizer que iria sacrificar tudo no altar de Deus... No inicio, eu nao entendia direito o que aquilo significava e nao dei importancia, foi quando a mae dele me contou que ele estava vendendo TUDO que um dia tinha dado pra ele "pra dar o dinheiro para a igreja". Eu me senti a pior pessoa do mundo e fiquei MUITO brava com ele... Comecei a ficar com mais odio da igreja e muito magoada com a situacao... Tentei passar uma borracha, mas nao consegui e terminei com ele.&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="font-size: small;"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eu pensava que ele tinha ficado louco e achava que a culpa era da igreja que tinha feito uma lavagem cerebral nele... Continuamos conversando e nos tratando como namorados, ele dizia estar me esperando. So que ele comecou a mudar comigo e eu decidi que tinha que ir para a IURD, para descobrir os podres dos pastores ladroes e o que tinham feito com meu namorado... Decidi ir a IURD, para arrancar meu namorado das maos dos "pilantras"...&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="font-size: small;"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Em abril de 2009, cheguei a IURD da Castor Avenue em Philadelfia...&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="font-size: small;"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(continua)&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/2110385802289256671-2972062787106239400?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/2972062787106239400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-dia-que-tentei-mudar-o-nao-de-deus_29.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/2972062787106239400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/2972062787106239400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-dia-que-tentei-mudar-o-nao-de-deus_29.html' title='O dia que tentei mudar o NAO de Deus... parte IV'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-4001266721314684348</id><published>2010-09-15T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T07:45:58.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia que tentei mudar o NAO de Deus... parte III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v312/72/19/718688833/n718688833_1410739_8255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eu vi que necessitava de mudanca e assimilei isso a uma mudanca geografica... Foi quando convenci meu pai que precisava estudar mais ingles e que iria tentar um curso nos Estados Unidos... Dentro de mim, eu sabia que estudar ingles era so uma desculpa para fugir da vida que eu levava. Nao sei dizer ao certo do que queria fugir, pois afinal, tinha tudo que, aos olhos humanos, poderia fazer uma pessoa feliz, tinha meu namorado, bens materiais, graduacao superior, saude, tinha uma religiao... O QUE MAIS EU PODERIA DESEJAR? E eu me sentia culpada por desejar mais do que isso, por me sentir tao vazia e tao triste... Ficava me achando a pessoa mais egoista desse mundo, pois eram tantos que nunca tiveram essa oportunidade que eu tinha e eu ainda nao estava satisfeita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Terminei meu namoro e viajei em busca da paz que eu sempre quis ter... Cheguei nos Estados Unidos, em agosto de 2008. No inicio, me senti muita falta de casa e me assustei com o volume de trabalho. Vim ser au pair, um tipo de intercambio que voce mora com uma familia e cuida das criancas deles e eles pagam uma bolsa de estudos pra voce. Sai do Brasil sem saber trocar uma fralda de bebe e me transformei  na mae de 3 meninos abaixo de 5 anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No inicio, colocava as fraldas ao contrario, tinha nojo de limpar nariz das criancas, odiava ter que arrumar a casa e entrei em parafuso. O choque cultural foi grande e eu me sentia ainda mais sozinha. Foi quando meu namorado, que a esta altura, tinha se dado conta que "gostava" de mim, me pediu para voltar o namoro e eu aceitei. (Ninguem me merecia... rs) Ele chorava no telefone, me falava que quando eu voltasse, iriamos nos casar, me prometia mundos e fundos... E eu acreditava, afinal, ele dizia que tinha mudado e se encontrado com Deus de verdade. Voltei pro Egito sem me dar conta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Durante esses dias, eu senti como se Deus tivesse me abandonado por completo... Eu chorava de saudades de casa, chorava porque nao queria ser mae de 3 criancas e muito menos cuidar da casa, chorava pelo clima, chorava pelo vazio que estava cada dia maior dentro de mim. E foi quando as coisas comecaram a nao funcionar nessa casa que eu estava. Meu primeiro rematch (tiveram que me mudar de familia). Fiquei um mes nessa casa e arrumei uma nova host family em Philadelfia, Pennsylvania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(continua)&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/2110385802289256671-4001266721314684348?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/4001266721314684348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-dia-que-tentei-mudar-o-nao-de-deus_15.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/4001266721314684348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/4001266721314684348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-dia-que-tentei-mudar-o-nao-de-deus_15.html' title='O dia que tentei mudar o NAO de Deus... parte III'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-1540329027345824096</id><published>2010-09-06T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T01:49:42.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia que tentei mudar o NAO de Deus... parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I09bOHAgc04/THSFuaeZIbI/AAAAAAAAAfk/x7xhQTbsBM4/s1600/coracao-vazio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Naquela epoca eu ia a uma outra igreja e era bem ativa... Lembro de ter pedido ao pastor orientacao sobre meu namoro e ele disse que nao via futuro no meu namoro e que seria melhor eu terminar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nao concordei com a resposta dele e abri mao de todas as minhas atividades la para seguir o meu caminho... Antes de eu sair, o pastor me chamou, abriu a Biblia e me mostrou um versiculo:&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="font-size: small;"&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" style="font-weight: 300; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 300; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Eis que o obedecer é melhor do que o sacrificar" I Samuel 15:22&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-weight: 300; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: 300; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ele olhou bem nos meus olhos e disse: "Minha filha, esse seu namoro nao vai pra frente e te digo uma coisa, guarde bem esse versiculo, pois no dia que terminar esse relacionamento, sera a primeira coisa  que vira a sua mente e  voce se lembrara do que te disse hoje."&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-weight: 300; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sai de la pensando que ele tinha me jogado uma praga e nem dei ouvidos... Eu tinha a minha certeza que iria ser feliz, que mais importava?&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: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No inicio, tudo eram flores e a cada dia eu ficava mais envolvida no relacionamento... Eu ignorava todos que vinham me falar mal do meu namorado. Cortei amizade com todos que foram contra e so tinha olhos e tempo pro meu namorado. Fiquei cega, surda, muda e aleijada! Nao caminhava com minhas proprias pernas mais, era um fantoche na mao do meu namorado... Ele se tornou meu deus pessoal e tudo o que ele dizia era lei. Aguentava traicoes, mentiras, humilhacoes, desprezo e me satisfazia com um minimo de atencao  que ele me dava quando queria. Era infeliz, mas achava que nao existia vida apos fim do relacionamento.&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: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ate que um dia, saturei da situacao e resolvi que queria mudar...&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: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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&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: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(continua)&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/2110385802289256671-1540329027345824096?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/1540329027345824096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-dia-que-tentei-mudar-o-nao-de-deus_06.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/1540329027345824096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/1540329027345824096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-dia-que-tentei-mudar-o-nao-de-deus_06.html' title='O dia que tentei mudar o NAO de Deus... parte II'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I09bOHAgc04/THSFuaeZIbI/AAAAAAAAAfk/x7xhQTbsBM4/s72-c/coracao-vazio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-6907785763486763268</id><published>2010-09-06T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:46:24.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida sentimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='namoro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jovens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fraquezas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisoes'/><title type='text'>O dia que tentei mudar o NAO de Deus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:8u67d65frwdJwM:https://www.totalofficesupplies.co.uk/catalog/images/717444.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Me lembro de ter pedido a Deus, direcao quando comecei a namorar meu ultimo namorado... E lembro que Ele me disse: NAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;No inicio, me conformei com aquele nao e segui adiante... Mas nao fui sabia o suficiente para entender que o NAO de Deus era NAO. Eu achei que poderia ser um NAO... e foi quando eu resolvi que iria fazer DE TUDO ate que Deus mudasse de ideia... E me lancei de cabeca no meu namoro... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Durante o tempo que namorei, o tempo todo via os pequenos e grandes sinais de que Deus nao iria mudar de ideia e me sentia correndo, correndo, sem saber onde chegar... Naquele momento parecia que eu estava escondendo de Deus... Acho que sei o que Adao e Eva sentiram quando pecaram contra Deus... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Eu estava vivendo um relacionamento cheio de pecado e eu na minha ignorancia, achava que Deus nao estava vendo o que eu fazia e que eu iria conseguir manter aquela situacao para sempre... Durante quase 2 anos de namoro, nao tinha comunhao com Deus... mas tinha o que eu, supostamente, sempre quis... Eu acreditava que meu namorado era tudo que eu precisava para ser feliz e acreditei nisso de tal forma, que vivi pra ele... Abandonei minha familia, meus amigos, minha dignidade, minha auto-estima, meu bom senso, enfim, abri mao de mim para viver aquele relacionamento... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Eu me sentia bem por estar ao lado do "grande amor da minha vida", mas dentro de mim, o vazio continuava a sugar as poucas alegrias que tinha... eu tinha uma voz dentro de mim que gritava, pedindo por socorro, pedindo para sair de dentro de mim... sentia a pessoa mais sozinha e mais triste desse mundo... e nao entendia o porque... afinal, eu tinha o que tanto queria, nao eh verdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Foi quando eu percebi que precisava de Deus e comecei a busca-Lo... Mas nao encontrava em nenhum lugar... e me perguntava onde Ele estava... E foi quando eu percebi que so encontraria Ele se abrisse mao do meu namorado... e eu preferi o meu namorado... (eu sei, eu era estupida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Tentava mascarar o vazio e calar a voz que gritava dentro de mim, mas eles estavam la, me assombrando todas as noites... lembro que eu chorava compulsivamente... e me perguntava o porque daquela dor tao grande dentro de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;(continua)&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/2110385802289256671-6907785763486763268?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/6907785763486763268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-dia-que-tentei-mudar-o-nao-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/6907785763486763268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/6907785763486763268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-dia-que-tentei-mudar-o-nao-de-deus.html' title='O dia que tentei mudar o NAO de Deus...'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-8864710904884360815</id><published>2010-06-22T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T08:57:03.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perseveranca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confianca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacrificio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dificuldades'/><title type='text'>Passando por Mara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TCDdLUOFcMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zFIjoUr38lw/s1600/moises+agua+amar+fica+boa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TCDdLUOFcMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zFIjoUr38lw/s320/moises+agua+amar+fica+boa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485627532613349570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostaria de compartilhar algo que Deus falou comigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Leiam comigo: Exodo 15:22-27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table class="verses" style="text-align: justify; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;tr class="even" style="text-align: left; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;22 Fez Moisés partir a Israel do mar Vermelho, e saíram para o deserto de Sur; caminharam três dias no deserto e não acharam água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="odd" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;td class="index" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Afinal, chegaram a Mara; todavia, não puderam beber as águas de Mara, porque eram amargas; por isso, chamou-se-lhe Mara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="even" style="text-align: left; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;td class="index" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;E o povo murmurou contra Moisés, dizendo: Que havemos de beber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="odd" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;td class="index" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Então, Moisés clamou ao SENHOR, e o SENHOR lhe mostrou uma árvore; lançou-a Moisés nas águas, e as águas se tornaram doces. Deu-lhes ali estatutos e uma ordenação, e ali os provou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="even" style="text-align: left; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;td class="index" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;e disse: Se ouvires atento a voz do SENHOR, teu Deus, e fizeres o que é reto diante dos seus olhos, e deres ouvido aos seus mandamentos, e guardares todos os seus estatutos, nenhuma enfermidade virá sobre ti, das que enviei sobre os egípcios; pois eu sou o SENHOR, que te sara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="odd" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;td class="index" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Então, chegaram a Elim, onde havia doze fontes de água e setenta palmeiras; e se acamparam junto das águas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table class="verses" style="text-align: justify; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;tr class="odd" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Geralmente depois do sacrificio, saimos pelo deserto em busca da resposta de Deus ao nosso clamor... E as vezes as respostas parecem nao vir... Voce se depara com obstaculos e parece que o mundo a sua volta esta contra ti... Pensamentos de duvida comecam a vir: "sera que Deus vai me dar o que eu pedi?", "sera que meu sacrificio nao foi suficiente?", "sera que o Homem de Deus me enganou?".&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: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Voce continua caminhando e se depara com algo que parece ser a resposta das suas oracoes... Mas voce pensa: "Eu nao posso fazer isso...Isso eh dificil de fazer... Isso eh dificil de realizar... Achei que Deus ia me dar tudo pronto, pois afinal, EU SACRIFIQUEI"... Voce nao consegue ver nada alem das aguas amargas e se esquece do que Deus ja fez por voce quando te tirou do Egito.&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: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Deus ouve atentamente ao nosso clamor e ao nosso sacrificio, mas Ele nao faz por nos o que nos mesmos podemos fazer...&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: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;table class="verses" style="text-align: justify; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;tr class="odd" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;td class="index" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Então, Moisés clamou ao SENHOR, e o SENHOR lhe mostrou uma árvore; lançou-a Moisés nas águas, e as águas se tornaram doces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Deus poderia ter jogado a arvore nas aguas Ele mesmo, nao poderia? Mas Ele quis que Moises agisse a Fe dele... E nao facilitou as coisas para Moises... E quando Moises agiu a fe dele com atitude, o milagre aconteceu. Foi o primeiro passo que ele teve que tomar... &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: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Continuamos a ler e vemos que Deus deu-lhes instrucoes de como proceder para alcancar o que eles queriam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(204, 102, 204); line-height: 16px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;E o que parecia litros de aguas amargas deu combustivel ao povo para que pudessem avancar e chegar a terra prometida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Seja reto com Deus, guarde os mandamentos Dele e persevere, use sua fe e Deus vai trazer nas suas maos o que voce tanto almeja... So nao espere de bracos cruzados cair algo do ceu! Va a luta! Deus eh contigo! &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: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Deus abencoe a todos!&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, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;table class="verses" style="text-align: justify; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;tr class="odd" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;td class="index"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top;  white-space: nowrap; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/2110385802289256671-8864710904884360815?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/8864710904884360815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/06/passando-por-mara.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/8864710904884360815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/8864710904884360815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/06/passando-por-mara.html' title='Passando por Mara...'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TCDdLUOFcMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/zFIjoUr38lw/s72-c/moises+agua+amar+fica+boa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-8386433984286734621</id><published>2010-06-15T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:25:35.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh assim que voce eh pra mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBhDe6lXWuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VubwsvXKOKA/s1600/lili.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBhDe6lXWuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VubwsvXKOKA/s320/lili.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483206744724691682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;Hoje eh aniversario de alguem que eu aprendi a amar muito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Conheci a Lih perdida no meio dos comentarios do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://melhorquecomprarsapatos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; da d. Cristiane... Sempre via os sabios comentarios dela la e admirava ela, mesmo sem nunca ter sequer falado com ela... Resolvi dar uma olhadinha no blog dela e comecamos a nos comunicar, trocamos MSN e passamos a conversar diariamente... Nao demorou muito, as conversas passaram a ser por telefone e a amizade floresceu.... Hoje ela se tornou uma das pessoas que eu mais confio para contar minhas lutas e minhas conquistas....  &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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;A nossa amizade nao precisa da presenca e de estar todos os dias em contato para existir... Eu sei que posso contar com ela e ela sabe que pode contar comigo, mesmo quando desaparecemos no meio dos nossos compromissos...&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Ela sempre me inspira a fazer coisas grandes, a lutar pelos meus sonhos, a deixar o passado para tras e sonhar os sonhos de Deus... Me sinto bem por saber que tenho uma AMIGA, em todos os sentidos da palavra... Uma amiga fiel e divertida... Alguem que eu nao preciso de ter reservas ao dizer nada, pois estamos focadas no mesmo espirito e na mesma fe... &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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Lih, vc foi um dos presentes de Deus em 2009 e eu sou MUITO grata a Ele por me dar mais que uma amiga, mas uma verdadeira irma... Hoje eh seu aniversario e eu gostaria de poder estar por perto e comemorar com vc ai, mas por questoes geograficas (rsrs) nao posso te ver hoje, mas oro e peco ao nosso Pai das Luzes que te ilumine a cada dia, que te de sabedoria para fazer boas escolhas e forca para combater o bom combate... Nao tenho palavras pra agradecer por todos os conselhos, puxoes de orelha, palavras de fe, etc, que voce compartilhou comigo... Tudo foi muito importante e contribuiu para a formacao do meu carater... Obrigada por ser um bom exemplo de mulher de Deus e essa amiga querida que eu amo tanto... Te desejo tudo de bom nao somente no seu niver, mas todos os dias da sua vida...&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Que Jesus te abencoe a cada dia mais!&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Te amo, amiga linda!&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;PS: Essa musica eh linda e dedico a voce nesse dia... =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/niX6y5v3DPE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/niX6y5v3DPE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2110385802289256671-8386433984286734621?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/8386433984286734621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/06/eh-assim-que-voce-eh-pra-mim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/8386433984286734621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/8386433984286734621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/06/eh-assim-que-voce-eh-pra-mim.html' title='Eh assim que voce eh pra mim...'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBhDe6lXWuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VubwsvXKOKA/s72-c/lili.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-3019252009533280582</id><published>2010-05-26T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:07:11.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida sentimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confianca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jovens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisoes'/><title type='text'>A tiara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S_1VLMCJZuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Mqk0UBCXQCY/s1600/30320_425785613833_718688833_5424254_4306581_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475626372649543394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S_1VLMCJZuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Mqk0UBCXQCY/s320/30320_425785613833_718688833_5424254_4306581_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Quando eu vi a tiara pela primeira vez, meus olhos se encheram... Era um objeto muito lindo, elegante e eu ja comecei a imaginar as melhores roupas para usa-la, ocasioes e o que as pessoas iriam dizer de mim... Fiquei sonhando acordada e esperando o momento que eu poderia te-la em minhas maos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Finalmente, chegou o grande dia. Nao fiz perguntas sobre como foi usar a tiara para ninguem, separei uma roupa especial e peguei a tao sonhada tiara e coloquei na minha cabeca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Passaram-se algumas horas e o primeiro sinal veio: "Nossa, meio pesadinha e apertada, ne?" Procurei ignorar e segui em frente realizando minhas tarefas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hora do almoco: "Eh, ta comecando apertar demais minha cabeca, mas ela eh tao linda... Nao posso nem pensar em tira-la"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A tarde: "Meu Deus, como algo tao bonito machuca tanto? E agora o que eu faco? Tenho que ficar com isso o dia todo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Final do dia = Cabeca estourando de dor, irritacao e uma sensacao de alivio quando finalmente tirei a tiara da cabeca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fiquei pedindo para Deus, para me ensinar algo com a experiencia da tiara. Fiquei pensando... BOM, O QUE DEUS QUER FALAR COMIGO? QUE LICAO POSSO TIRAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E fiquei pensando na vida sentimental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Quantas vezes nao vemos um belo rapaz, daqueles que parecem principes encantados e logo nosso coracao ja acelera e pensamos que ele eh tudo que a gente quer na vida. Sem querer "perder tempo" em saber a opiniao dos outros sobre o tal principe (principalmente a de Deus), ja firmamos compromisso e nos casamos... Aos poucos, comeca um apertozinho na cabeca aqui, uma dorzinha ali e com o passar do tempo, TUDO comeca a irritar. Voce sente aquele peso e fardo que voce tem que carregar. Voce comeca a ver que o principe charmoso e bonito se transformou numa tiara apertada e vem a triste conclusao: ME CASEI COM A PESSOA ERRADA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Conheco muitas mulheres (me incluo nisso), que se envolvem em relacionamentos sem conhecer a pessoa direito e se sustentando somente no que os olhos estao vendo. Uma mulher sabia nao se deixa levar pelo lindo par de olhos azuis do principe, mas examina cada atitude, testemunho e principalmente, o carater. Nao seja ansiosa para encontrar seu grande amor. Saiba confiar em Deus e esperar o momento certo, pois ao contrario da tiara, voce nao pode simplesmente tirar o casamento da sua cabeca na hora que machucar. Use a fe inteligente que Deus te deu.&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/2110385802289256671-3019252009533280582?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/3019252009533280582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/05/tiara.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/3019252009533280582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/3019252009533280582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/05/tiara.html' title='A tiara'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S_1VLMCJZuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Mqk0UBCXQCY/s72-c/30320_425785613833_718688833_5424254_4306581_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-3159310882064623222</id><published>2010-04-19T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T18:42:48.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esfriamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mau testemunho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fraquezas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obra de Deus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dificuldades'/><title type='text'>A ultima bolacha do pacote...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S80GZaKj1jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SyyzD9hAh7U/s1600/bolacha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S80GZaKj1jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SyyzD9hAh7U/s320/bolacha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462028956660389426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Uma das frases que eu mais escuto no meio das pessoas "envolvidas" com a obra de Deus eh essa: "So eu faco algo nessa igreja" ou "To cansada de tudo cair nas minhas costas" ou ainda "Quando sera que as outras pessoas vao resolver fazer algo tambem, hein?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Esses dias estava conversando com uma senhora e ao questiona-la se ela iria fazer uma certa atividade na igreja, recebi a resposta: "Dessa vez nao, porque sempre sou eu, a obreira fulana, ciclana e beltrana que fazemos tudo nessa igreja... Ja estou cansada de tudo nas minhas costas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Nao rendi assunto e so disse: OK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Mas aquilo ficou martelando na minha cabeca... E resolvi escrever um pouco a respeito... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Quando comecei a ajudar na Obra de Deus, o fiz de coracao... Nao por querer aparecer pro pastor, nao porque quero ser obreira e muito menos para agradar ninguem. Cheguei a igreja cheia de feridas abertas e ninguem, por mais que quisessem ajudar, nao poderia fazer nada por mim... E quando o poder de Deus foi penetrando em mim e cicatrizando todas as feridas, vi que aquilo que era pregado, dava resultado... Me enchi de alegria e quis ajudar pessoas que estavam passando pelos mesmos e por outros tipos de problema a encontrarem o balsamo para as dores delas... Foi por isso que eu comecei a ajudar na obra de Deus e eh assim que tenho feito ate hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tenho muita gratidao a Deus, por TUDO que Ele fez em minha vida... Nao tenho como pagar o bem que Ele me fez e continua me fazendo a cada dia... Entao, entreguei a minha vida e minha juventude nas maos Dele para que Ele possa me usar da forma que desejar... Perto de tudo que Ele me fez, confesso que faco NADA ou MINIMO, mas procuro fazer cada dia mais e faco isso com alegria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Infelizmente, as pessoas tendem a esquecer o que Deus fez por elas no passado e TUDO passa a ser um fardo muito grande para carregar... O pastor chama para evangelizar, ja comecam a reclamar que "sempre eh so a gente que evangeliza" ou "os outros nao evangelizam"... Sempre tem uma reclamacao ao realizar as coisas dentro da igreja... Parecem que se esquecem que estao fazendo PARA DEUS, em retribuicao ao que Ele fez para nos e nao para o bispo, pastor, obreiro, etc... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Servi ao SENHOR com temor, e alegrai-vos Nele com tremor." [Sl 2:11]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Eu sei que tenho MILHARES de defeitos, mas uma coisa que eu conservo dentro de mim eh o temor por Deus e sua Obra... Quando perdemos o temor, perdemos tudo.... Damos o sinal verde para o diabo agir e nos fazer cair... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;O temor do SENHOR conduz à vida; aquele que o tem ficará satisfeito, e mal nenhum o visitará." [Pv 19:23]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Nunca pense que voce faz muito, pois seu muito ainda vai ser POUCO diante de TUDO que Deus te da! E quando for fazer algo, faca olhando para Jesus, pelo que Ele eh e representa e nao olhe quem esta fazendo e quem nao esta. A salvacao eh individual e nao em grupo, entao trate de pensar na sua vida com Deus e nao na do seu vizinho. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 17px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Não sejas sábio a teus próprios olhos; teme ao SENHOR e aparta-te do mal." [Pv 3:7]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Deus abencoe a todos!&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/2110385802289256671-3159310882064623222?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/3159310882064623222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/04/somente-eu-faco-algo-aqui.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/3159310882064623222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/3159310882064623222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/04/somente-eu-faco-algo-aqui.html' title='A ultima bolacha do pacote...'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S80GZaKj1jI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SyyzD9hAh7U/s72-c/bolacha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-338509632716997930</id><published>2010-04-16T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T08:36:34.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jovens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fraquezas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espirito Santo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obra de Deus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dificuldades'/><title type='text'>Aceito por Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S8iD6oHiNII/AAAAAAAAAF4/MHkWW8j-KBQ/s1600/abel+e+caim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S8iD6oHiNII/AAAAAAAAAF4/MHkWW8j-KBQ/s320/abel+e+caim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460759591411397762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;"Aconteceu que no fim de uns tempos trouxe Caim do fruto da terra uma oferta ao Senhor. Abel por sua vez, trouxe das primicias do seu rebanho e da gordura deste. Agradou-se o Senhor de Abel e de sua oferta; ao passo que Caim e de sua oferta nao se agradou. Irou-se, pois, sobremaneira, Caim, e descaiu-lhe o semblante. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Entao lhe disse o Senhor: Porque andas irado, e por que descaiu o teu semblante? Se procederes bem, nao eh certo que seras aceito? Se, todavia, procederes mal, eis que o pecado jaz a porta; o seu desejo sera contra ti, mas a ti cumpre domina-lo." Gn 4:6-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&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-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Abel, quando trouxe sua oferta ao Senhor, o fez de com todo seu coracao... Ele deu seu melhor e foi abencoado... O mesmo nao aconteceu com Caim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Na mente de Caim, provavelmente passou um turbilhao de coisas: "por que eu nao fui aceito? por que eu nao fui abencoado como meu irmao? por que? por que". E foi dificil para ele entender que o que ele julgava ser bom, nao era BOM para DEUS. E o desejo de ser como o irmao, de ter sido abencoado no lugar do irmao, gerou no coracao dele  magoa e desejo de vinganca que o cegaram COMPLETAMENTE... e o final da historia, todos nos sabemos... Resultou no primeiro homicidio da Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Para sermos aceitos por Deus, nao precisamos de formulas magicas... Apenas temos que ser retos e fazer o bem... Agora, quem escolhe o mal, tem as consequencias do pecado e ainda tem que conviver com um desejo que acaba sendo seu pior inimigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Deus nos ensina a dominar esse desejo... Mas como dominar a algo que tem te dominado? Por isso eh importante ter o selo do Espirito Santo. Somente Ele vai te fazer ter dominio proprio e conter os desejos maus que cada um tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Esses desejos, quer seja, de vinganca, sexual, de riqueza, de ter o que eh de alguem ou ser como alguem, enfim, sao setas que o diabo lanca para todos, mas somente os que sao NASCIDO DO ESPIRITO, tem forca para coloca-los de lado e ser ACEITO POR DEUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Deus abencoe a todos!&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/2110385802289256671-338509632716997930?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/338509632716997930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/04/aceito-por-deus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/338509632716997930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/338509632716997930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/04/aceito-por-deus.html' title='Aceito por Deus'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S8iD6oHiNII/AAAAAAAAAF4/MHkWW8j-KBQ/s72-c/abel+e+caim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-8829595245129390942</id><published>2010-04-08T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T07:07:23.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esfriamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jovens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obra de Deus'/><title type='text'>Talvez nao de mais tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvYjMz6hiiE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvYjMz6hiiE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;sse eh um video bem antigo e eu ja tinha visto outras vezes... Quando recebi ele nas minhas mensagens, pensei em nem assistir, por ja te-lo visto anteriormente, mas decidi assistir....&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;E como Deus falou comigo...&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Nas ultimas semanas, confesso nao ter administrar meu tempo como deveria e vi muitos dos meus projetos ficarem a desejar... Deus me deu 24 horas, o que eh tempo MAIS do que suficiente para fazer tudo, mas eu nao estava sabendo usar essas 24h em meu favor...&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;E veio a pergunta: O QUE ESTOU FAZENDO COM MEU TEMPO?&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;E meu coracao entristeceu ao pensar nas respostas que eu tive para a pergunta...&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Essa menina, fazia muito mais do que eu tenho feito e nao teve tempo de fazer mais... Deus, na sua infinita misericordia, me permitiu viver mais tempo que ela... E O QUE EU TENHO FEITO? Quantas almas eu poderia ter ganhado se soubesse administrar melhor as minhas atividades?&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;E voce? O que voce tem feito com o tempo que Deus tem lhe dado?&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;"Se não fizermos nossa parte agora, se quiser fazer amanhã talvez não dê mais tempo."  (Andressa Baragana)&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/2110385802289256671-8829595245129390942?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/8829595245129390942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/04/talvez-nao-de-mais-tempo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/8829595245129390942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/8829595245129390942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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term='fraquezas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dificuldades'/><title type='text'>You raise me up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_f70TBa7xc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_f70TBa7xc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Versao em Ingles da musica: Deus me levanta!&lt;br /&gt;Muito linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos!&lt;br /&gt;Deus abencoe a todos!&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/2110385802289256671-6501790545786346838?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/6501790545786346838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-raise-me-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/6501790545786346838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/6501790545786346838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-raise-me-up.html' title='You raise me up!'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-1465145130136843410</id><published>2010-02-25T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:08:11.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dificuldades'/><title type='text'>Sinais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S4a8HyuwzBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/M0JZsVA7bLw/s1600-h/1102077086-sintomas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S4a8HyuwzBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/M0JZsVA7bLw/s320/1102077086-sintomas.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442244041786838034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Quinta feira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; comecei a ter sintomas de sinusite... Ungi com o oleo e fui orando para passar logo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Sexta feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;: comecei a tossir muito e fiquei com febre... fui a Igreja e apos uma oracao do pastor, a febre baixou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Sabado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; as dores de cabeca continuavam e meu peito e nariz, congestionado... Mas nao me deixei abater... tomei uns anti-alergicos e continuei com minhas atividades normais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Domingo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; senti muitas dores no corpo e a febre tinha voltado, mas nao parei para dar atencao a isso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Segunda: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;mal podia falar, uma dor no peito ENORME quando tossia, muita tosse e febre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Terca:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; Comprei um remedinho para sinusite e peito congestionado. Tomei, mas comecaram os vomitos... Minha host family (familia que me hospeda aqui nos EUA) saiu com as criancas de casa para nao pegarem o virus que eu estava. Havia suspeitas de ser pneumonia e gripe suina... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Essa historinha retrata a minha ultima semana... E eu tirei uma licao muito importante com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Os sintomas, ou sinais... Quantas sao as vezes que estamos diante de situacoes que o tempo todo vemos os pequenos sinais, indicando problema? E quantas vezes a gente vai ignorando ate que o problema assuma uma gravidade TAO grande e que nos faz correr para buscar o remedio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;O que comecou com uma simples gripe, foi se agravando, ate eu perceber que precisava de agir a minha fe, MAS com inteligencia... Fui so usando a fe: "Deus vai me curar, me cura, Jesus, ta amarrado, satanas, nao aceito essa doenca" e fui deixando de lado a parte de tomar a medicacao e procurar um medico... So me atentei que precisava de um remedio, quando o meu pai (que eh medico) me disse o que poderia ser os sintomas... so quando me vi numa situacao grave que resolvi fazer algo para mudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Nao espere o problema agravar para tomar uma atitude. Sempre fique atento aos sinais, pois por mais sutil e simples, evita muito sofrimento, dor e tempo perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&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-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Deus abencoe a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/2110385802289256671-1465145130136843410?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/1465145130136843410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/02/sinais.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/1465145130136843410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/1465145130136843410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/02/sinais.html' title='Sinais'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S4a8HyuwzBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/M0JZsVA7bLw/s72-c/1102077086-sintomas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-7404650103882755979</id><published>2010-02-11T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T07:24:07.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esfriamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ajuda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jovens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espirito Santo'/><title type='text'>Reeducacao Espiritual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S3Qg6Dfr7GI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yUdB33xwcdk/s1600-h/lifemonies-glass-water-half-full-positive-mental-attitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S3Qg6Dfr7GI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yUdB33xwcdk/s320/lifemonies-glass-water-half-full-positive-mental-attitude.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437006831885741154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;Eu estou participando de um programa de reeducacao alimentar e que tem me ajudado muito a melhorar meus habitos e a ser saudavel. Outro dia, a minha manager estava explicando sobre &lt;i&gt;filling foods&lt;/i&gt;, que seriam comidas que te mantem satisfeitas por mais tempo do que outras. Ela estava explicando-nos que devemos optar por esse tipo de comidas, por que isso, alem de ser mais saudavel, nos faz comer menos e consequentemente eliminar peso! Ela tambem disse que precisamos estar nos sentir preenchidos ou vamos cair em tentacao ao primeiro Mc Donald's que passarmos pelo caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Antes de comecar a minha reeducacao alimentar, eu me sentia despreparada e sem esperanca para emagrecer.. Pensava que eu nasci assim e ia morrer assim, acima do meu peso... Percebi que precisava de ajuda para alcancar meu objetivo... Li o Livrinho que ensinava como comer saudavel, comecei a fazer os exercicios fisicos e conversei com minha manager... Comecei a optar pelas &lt;i&gt;filling foods&lt;/i&gt; e ainda nao alcancei meu objetivo, mas estou emagrecendo com saude e sem ansiedade... E percebi que para alcancar tudo isso, o esforco tem que partir de mim... Eu que tenho o poder de dizer o que eu comer e claro, assumir as consequencias de minhas escolhas... Se eu escolher comer 10 cupcakes (docinhos e LOTADOS de calorias) eu terei que assumir os kilos que isso vai me acarretar, em contra partida, se eu escolher a saladinha, vou comer saudavel e ainda contribuir para minha meta.&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Voltei para casa pensando quais seriam as minhas escolhas de  filling foods, porque nao queria cair pelo primeiro cupcake que eu encontrasse no caminho. E acabei pensando em minha vida espiritual. Analisem comigo:&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Quando nao temos o Espirito de Deus nos sentimos vazios, fracos e cada pecadinho fica tao irresistivel... Tudo comeca com uma mentirinha (um brigadeirinho... rs) aqui, um mau pensamentozinho (um browniezinho, pq pecado sempre eh doce e gostoso) ali e quando vamos ver ja estamos afundados na lama, sem esperanca, depressivos (10000000 kg a mais.. OMG)... Nos sentimos sem forcas para lutar contra as tentacoes (PIZZA, POR FAVOR?)... Mas como alcancar a tao sonhada comunhao com Deus?&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;SIMPLES (ou nao.. rs): REEDUCACAO ESPIRITUAL!&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Primeiro, reconhecer que precisa de ajuda; Buscar ir na &lt;a href="http://www.universal.org/"&gt;Igreja&lt;/a&gt; para ter mais conhecimento sobre quem eh Jesus e aprender a usar sua fe, buscar orientacao com um obreiro ou pastor; Ler a Biblia; orar; jejuar; buscar ter o novo nascimento; se batizar nas aguas e buscar pelo Espirito Santo... Quando voce coloca isso em pratica, automaticamente, voce se enche e quando voce esta cheio do Espirito de Deus, nao tem como os espiritos imundos (os kilos... rs) permanecerem...&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Olhando os copos da figura, qual deles voce tem sido e qual voce gostaria de ser?&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;O vazio, onde qualquer coisa pode ser colocada dentro?&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;O meio-cheio (ou meio-vazio) que fica sempre em duvida e em cima do muro?&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Ou o copo cheio da agua cristalina e pura?&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Conheco as tuas obras, que nem es frio nem quente; quem dera fosse frio ou quente! Assim, porque es morno, e nao es frio nem quente, vomitar-te-ei da minha boca" Ap 3:15-16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2110385802289256671-7404650103882755979?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/7404650103882755979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/02/reeducacao-espiritual.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/7404650103882755979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/7404650103882755979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/02/reeducacao-espiritual.html' title='Reeducacao Espiritual'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S3Qg6Dfr7GI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yUdB33xwcdk/s72-c/lifemonies-glass-water-half-full-positive-mental-attitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-3790248681305376457</id><published>2010-02-09T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:45:09.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida sentimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mau testemunho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><title type='text'>O lobo vestido de obreiro, ops, cordeiro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S3F7HMgObvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/42C4YiTCYpU/s1600-h/433568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S3F7HMgObvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/42C4YiTCYpU/s320/433568.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436261588758589170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Eu pensei muito antes de abordar esse assunto assim, em publico... Quem me conhece pessoalmente, sabe do meu testeminho, mas como a cada dia eu vejo MAIS e MAIS mulheres caindo nas armadilhas do coracao, resolvi contar um pouco a minha experiencia...&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="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Eu namorei com um rapaz X, que era 10 anos mais novo que eu... e esse rapaz X se converteu e foi levantado obreiro... Terminamos pq ele alegava que queria fazer a vontade de Deus e viver pela fe, mas ainda mantinhamos contato e continuavamos nos tratando como se fossemos namorados (so nao tinha mais beijos, abracos e contato fisico)... E ele prometia que ia voltar pra me buscar, pra irmos pra obra juntos, prometia amor eterno, casamento e tudo que uma mulher deseja escutar... Depois de ver a suposta mudanca desse meu ex namorado, fiquei achando que Deus tinha me abencoado e transformado o carater dele... Comecei a frequentar a IURD na epoca (isso fica pra outro post, porque eh um capitulo a parte... rs)... Ate que um dia, percebi atraves do orkut (ainda tinhamos as senhas um do outro) que ele estava trocando muitos recados com uma obreira Y... ele dizia que eram amigos de obra e que eu nao precisava preocupar... Resolvi confiar.... So que algo dentro de mim, dizia que aquilo nao era so amizade... Voltei de ferias para o Brasil e fiquei pasma ao mexer no PC dele e ver muitas fotos da obreira Y... Ele comecou a falar que a obreira Y era doida e mandou essas fotos  e que ele nao entendia... Eu, mais uma vez, preferi acreditar e abafar a voz suave que me dizia pra nao acreditar nele...&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="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Hj, passaram-se algum tempo, e Deus tinha tocado em meu coracao pra pedir perdao pra obreira Y... E eu calcei a cara e fui la pedir perdao por te-la julgado mal... Nos tornamos amigas e ao conversarmos sobre o obreiro X, descobrimos que ele prometia o mesmo que prometia a mim, a ela... Ele dizia as MESMAS coisas... Na hora, me compadeci tanto da obreira Y... Ela sofreu o mesmo que eu sofri e se deixou levar pelo mesmo conto do vigario...&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="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-family:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabe o que nos faltou na epoca?&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:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Ouvir a voz de Deus;&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:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Agir com a fe inteligente;&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:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Nao se deixar levar pelas emocoes;&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:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Nao confiar em alguem so porque esse alguem eh obreiro, auxiliar, pastor, etc!&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:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Portanto, pessoas de Deus, fiquem atentas, pois nem tudo que reluz, eh ouro... Pecam orientacao e direcao a Deus, pois somente Ele vai te mostrar a pessoa certinha pra vc... Nao se deixem levar por um uniforme ou gravata, pois o joio anda misturado no meio do trigo e SOMENTE Deus vai te mostrar quem eh quem... Sempre confie no nosso Pai das Luzes...&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:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deus abencoe a todos!&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:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#CC33CC;"&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2110385802289256671-3790248681305376457?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/3790248681305376457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-lobo-vestido-de-obreiro-ops-cordeiro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/3790248681305376457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/3790248681305376457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-lobo-vestido-de-obreiro-ops-cordeiro.html' title='O lobo vestido de obreiro, ops, cordeiro!'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S3F7HMgObvI/AAAAAAAAAEs/42C4YiTCYpU/s72-c/433568.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-4616326626241145567</id><published>2010-01-15T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:45:47.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida sentimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pr Luke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jovens'/><title type='text'>Vamos falar de amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pensando na vida sentimental?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Muitos jovens, mesmo no grupo de jovens, passam a maior parte do seu tempo perguntando: "Quando é o momento certo para começar a namorar? Como eu saberei isso e quem é a pessoa certa para mim? O que devo fazer se eu gosto de alguém, etc?" Eles só tem a vida sentimental em suas mentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Recebo e-mails todos os dias de jovens que dizem estar inseguros, confusos e ansiosos sobre o que fazer em sua vida sentimental. E, apesar dos conselhos que recebem, eles não conseguem controlar e acabam procurando ao redor um(a)um(a) namorado(a) e quando vêem alguém que se dao bem, o coração se apressa, ficando fora do controle, e eles, apressadamente, iniciam um relacionamento com essa pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E esse é o problema - não quando eles gostam de alguém, mas quando se apressam. Eles nem sequer consultam a Deus em sua decisão ... e se acabam se arrependendo mais tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu tenho certeza que você já ouviu que a decisão que tomamos hoje determina a bênção teremos amanhã. Bem, o mesmo se aplica à nossa vida sentimental. Como a coisa mais importante após o seu relacionamento com Deus, sua vida amorosa é algo que você tem que tomar cuidado e não ter pressa. A chave para o sucesso nesta área de sua vida é a confiança, quando você coloca sua vida sentimental nas mãos de Deus não vai apenas salvar-se de decepções, mas evitar a angústia que muitos passam anos tentando superar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#cc66cc;" &gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;"E esse é o problema - não quando eles gostam de alguém, mas quando se apressam. Eles nem sequer consultam a Deus em sua decisão ... e acabam se arrependendo mais tarde."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No livro de Gênesis, vemos Jacó e Raquel (Gênesis 30:1-22) e Isaque e Rebeca (Gênesis 25:20-21), dois casais que viveram no mesmo tempo, acreditaram no mesmo Deus e enfrentaram os mesmos problema - ambos queriam filhos, as mulheres eram incapazes de conceber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jacó e Raquel agiu pela emoção. Jaco estava irritado com a sua esposa e a constante sua queixa e por causa da ansiedade de Raquel de ter um filho, ela estava disposta até a deixar o marido dormir com outra mulher (algo que naqueles dias era aceitável) para ver isso acontecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Embora a empregada tenha concebido, o resultado não se concretizou porque, no final do dia, Raquel ainda não tinha dado à luz o seu próprio filho. Não foi até muito mais tarde que "... Deus se lembrou de Raquel, e Deus a ouvia e abriu seu ventre." (Gênesis 30,22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Em contraste, confrontados com o mesmo problema, "Isaque implorou ao Senhor pela sua esposa, porque ela era estéril, e o Senhor concedeu seu pedido, e Rebeca sua mulher concebeu." (Gênesis 25,21)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Embora o cenário pode ser diferente, o mesmo princípio se aplica. Você pode ser como Jacó e Raquel quando se trata de sua vida sentimental e seguir seu coração, que por sinal é mais enganoso que todas as coisas, ou você pode confiar em Deus como Isaque e Rebeca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lembre-se, a decisão que você faz na sua vida sentimental, hoje, é o que vai determinar a bênção de amanhã. Então, não fique ansioso, coloque a sua vida sentimental nas mãos de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lukecastro.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pastor Luke Castro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; - Lider do Youth Power Group USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Traduzido por mim =]&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/2110385802289256671-4616326626241145567?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/4616326626241145567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/01/vamos-falar-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/4616326626241145567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/4616326626241145567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/01/vamos-falar-de-amor.html' title='Vamos falar de amor...'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-6158772788850071133</id><published>2010-01-11T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:25:53.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bp Renato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisoes'/><title type='text'>Pense GRANDE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S0tQPDGV-5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/nuQJsQA5t6o/s1600-h/pensar_en_grande-7080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425518395558067090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S0tQPDGV-5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/nuQJsQA5t6o/s320/pensar_en_grande-7080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensar grande, em poucas palavras, é pensar como Deus. Os pensamentos de Deus são maiores do que GRANDE. &lt;/strong&gt;"Porque assim como os céus são mais altos do que a terra, assim são os meus caminhos mais altos do que os vossos caminhos, e os meus pensamentos mais altos do que os vossos pensamentos.", disse em Isaías 55,9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem é limitado somente por seus pensamentos. E, infelizmente, a maioria das pessoas estão presas nas minúsculas prisões de seus pensamentos pequenos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você só pode fazer o que você acha que é possível. É por isso que as pessoas que pensam pequeno, viver uma vida pequena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é pensar pequeno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É para pensar no que você não tem em vez do que você faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É para pensar no que você não pode fazer em vez do que você pode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a pensar em um problema em vez de uma solução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É para pensar no que você tem contra você em vez de o que você tem a seu favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pensar que você já tem o suficiente, porque você tem mais que um indigente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pensar que você já tentou de tudo para conseguir o que você quer, quando você realmente só tentou um punhado de coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pensar que as pessoas bem sucedidas tem apenas "sorte" e que você não é tão afortunado como eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É duvidar que você vai ter sucesso e acreditar que você vai falhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você só pode fazer o que você acha que é possível. Henry Ford disse: "Se você pensa que pode ou pensa que não pode, você sempre estará certo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, quando você se pegar imaginando por que sua vida é desta ou daquela maneira, porque ela não fica melhor, a resposta será inevitavelmente proveniente dos tipos de pensamentos que você está tendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar grande é pensar como Deus. E para pensar como Deus, primeiro você deve saber o que pensa. E para saber o que Deus pensa, precisara meditar sobre o que Ele diz em Sua Palavra. Aqui é apenas um exemplo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pede-me, e eu te darei &lt;strong&gt;nações&lt;/strong&gt; por herança, &lt;strong&gt;e os fins da terra para tua possessão&lt;/strong&gt;." Salmos 2:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso que você pediu-Lhe, mais uma vez, quando você orou esta manhã?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retirado do Blog do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bprenato.blogspot.com/2009/12/thinking-big-small-thinkers-live-small.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bispo Renato Cardoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduzido por mim :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2110385802289256671-6158772788850071133?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://bprenato.blogspot.com/2009/12/thinking-big-small-thinkers-live-small.html' title='Pense GRANDE!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/6158772788850071133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/01/pense-grande.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/6158772788850071133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/6158772788850071133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2010/01/pense-grande.html' title='Pense GRANDE!'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/S0tQPDGV-5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/nuQJsQA5t6o/s72-c/pensar_en_grande-7080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-8701176934565565520</id><published>2009-12-06T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:47:03.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esfriamento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kryptonita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fraquezas'/><title type='text'>Kryptonita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/Sxx6ouaRr1I/AAAAAAAAADs/AS79LEgANMA/s1600-h/clark_kryptonite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412335692264091474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/Sxx6ouaRr1I/AAAAAAAAADs/AS79LEgANMA/s320/clark_kryptonite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/SxxwUTq9DAI/AAAAAAAAADk/5-0WG37naMg/s1600-h/clark_kryptonite.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nas historias relacionadas ao Superman (historias em quadrinhos, tv, filmes) a kryptonita eh um mineral que tem o efeito principal de enfraquecer o Super-homem. Hoje, estava voltando de Miami e conversando com uma amiga, que me contava sobre seu ex-namorado, que, quando ela entrava em contato despertava o pior dela... Me veio a mente, a fraqueza do Superman, quando entra em contato com a kryptonita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A kryptonita tira todas as forcas do Superman, ela anula toda e qualquer chance de vitoria, faz ele se prostar, ficar caido e se a exposicao for prolongada, leva ele a morte. Eh algo que ele tem que manter o MAXIMO de distancia possivel, algo que ele tem que lutar contra, senao pode ser fatal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Algumas coisas em nossas vidas, tem o efeito de uma kryptonita. Podem ser certas pessoas, vicios, sentimentos, habitos que nos enfraquecem se entramos em contato. Esses elementos nos fazem mal, atuam diretamente no lado emocional das pessoas, que em consequencia, faz a saude ficar debilitada, pode ocasionar depressoes, perda de rendimento no trabalho e em alguns casos, ate gera o suicidio. Isso sem contar a perda da comunhao com Deus e o esfriamento espiritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Todos nos temos certas "kryptonitas" em nossa vida. Para fugir do efeito devastador dela, devemos, primeiramente, detectar o que nos enfraquece e entao, REMOVER isso da nossa vida. O que te faz esfriar na fe? Qual sao as suas fraquezas? Como na historia do Superman, somente a destruicao e distancia impede a acao dos efeitos nocivos da kryptonita.&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/2110385802289256671-8701176934565565520?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/8701176934565565520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2009/12/nas-historias-relacionadas-ao-superman.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/8701176934565565520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/8701176934565565520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2009/12/nas-historias-relacionadas-ao-superman.html' title='Kryptonita'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/Sxx6ouaRr1I/AAAAAAAAADs/AS79LEgANMA/s72-c/clark_kryptonite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-1896428570727013503</id><published>2009-11-19T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:09:11.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YPG'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jovens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jilo'/><title type='text'>Jovens Fortes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/SwVznTK4uRI/AAAAAAAAADY/4g-kshd9wYg/s1600/jilo-795014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405854046726174994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/SwVznTK4uRI/AAAAAAAAADY/4g-kshd9wYg/s320/jilo-795014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/SwVznTK4uRI/AAAAAAAAADY/4g-kshd9wYg/s1600/jilo-795014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/SwVznTK4uRI/AAAAAAAAADY/4g-kshd9wYg/s1600/jilo-795014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/SwVznTK4uRI/AAAAAAAAADY/4g-kshd9wYg/s1600/jilo-795014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jovens, eu vos escrevi, porque sois fortes, e a palavra de Deus permanece em vos, e tendes vencido o maligno" [1 Jo 2:14]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Deus nos diz em sua palavra que SOMOS FORTES. O que significa ser forte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Como um pastor muito sabio me disse uma vez: ser forte eh ser como o jilo, nao importa qual alimento voce combine o jilo, nao muda o sabor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se voce mistura o jilo com carne, acucar ou ate mesmo o limao nao altera o sabor do jilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nos, cristaos, temos muito o que aprender com o jilo. Temos que adotar esse "sabor" forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pode vir a carne (pecados, tentacoes), pode vir o acucar (sentimento, emocoes) ou ate mesmo o limao (problemas, obstaculos) e nada ira alterar o nosso sabor (fe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As vezes as pessoas se desanimam por causa de sonhos que nao se realizaram, por causa de pessoas que nao compartilham a mesma fe e ate mesmo por problemas que aparecem no dia a dia, mas voce tem sido FORTE? Voce tem deixados a circunstancias e o que seus olhos naturais veem abalar sua fe? Deus conta com voce, JOVEM FORTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Deus conta com a sua forca para levar o Evangelho a quem precisa! Uma nova historia comeca a partir da gente... E se Deus nos escolheu para isso, eh porque sabe da capacidade de cada um. Sabe que pode contar comigo e com voces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mas Ele nao vai nos forcar a nada, a DECISAO cabe a voce. O que voce vai decidir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ser um jilo ou um banana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Para finalizar, se observarmos o final do versiculo, Deus nos fala: "JA TENDES VENCIDO O MALIGNO". O diabo ja ta debaixo dos nossos pes, basta tomarmos posse disso, arregacar as mangas e no mais: VAI ARREBENTAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2110385802289256671-1896428570727013503?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/1896428570727013503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2009/11/jovens-fortes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/1896428570727013503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/1896428570727013503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2009/11/jovens-fortes.html' title='Jovens Fortes'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/SwVznTK4uRI/AAAAAAAAADY/4g-kshd9wYg/s72-c/jilo-795014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2110385802289256671.post-5816089650179927407</id><published>2009-11-19T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:04:51.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testemunho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mundo de sofia'/><title type='text'>Meu Testemunho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/Sx8vbPiHg1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/c-_Y4nGvO70/s1600-h/el-poder-de-los-libros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413097422195229522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/Sx8vbPiHg1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/c-_Y4nGvO70/s320/el-poder-de-los-libros.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Meu nome eh Natassia, tenho 27 anos, sou mineira e atualmente moro em Parkland, Fl, USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu fui uma menina criada com todo conforto e sempre tive tudo do bom e do melhor... Fiz os cursos que eu quis, viajei por onde tive vontade, sempre vivi cercadas de amigos... Meu pai eh medico e minha mae nao trabalha, apesar de ser formada em tec de contabilidade... Tenho um irmao de 26 anos e ele eh biologo (esta terminado o mestrado agora e ja vai partir pro doutorando em genetica)... Meus pais se separaram quando eu estava entrando na adolescencia e isso foi um choque pra mim, mas ao mesmo tempo, um alivio... Apesar de separados, eles continuam morando juntos, em quartos diferentes... Eu costumava a ir a igreja catolica so pra agradar o meu primeiro namoradinho, que era catolico roxo... Mas nunca fui muito espiritual... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando entrei na faculdade (me formei bacharel em Secretariado Executivo Bilingue), li um livro que se chama o &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Mundo_de_Sofia"&gt;Mundo de Sofia&lt;/a&gt; e isso mudou o meu pensamento sobre Deus e sua existencia... Eu comecei a acreditar (depois de tanta derrota na vida e sem ter tido nenhuma experiencia com Deus) que Deus era um mito inventado por nos para justificar nossos erros e nossas conquistas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;continuo depois...&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/2110385802289256671-5816089650179927407?l=porondeandeinath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/feeds/5816089650179927407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2009/11/meu-testemunho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/5816089650179927407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2110385802289256671/posts/default/5816089650179927407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://porondeandeinath.blogspot.com/2009/11/meu-testemunho.html' title='Meu Testemunho'/><author><name>Natassia Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03246674992900683646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/TBr4Yx5S9BI/AAAAAAAAAGY/1Mdev3K-Chg/S220/SDC10806+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b9JsKwfuGKU/Sx8vbPiHg1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/c-_Y4nGvO70/s72-c/el-poder-de-los-libros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
