<?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-7111144196770523613</id><updated>2011-07-16T15:48:28.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Caminho, a Verdade e a Vida</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nataly Louro Idalgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213938384944372233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111144196770523613.post-2777702053691038616</id><published>2011-07-14T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T11:35:30.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus é a Solução</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Muitos pensam que estão vivendo uma boa vida...mas no fundo sabem o que passam, os problemas, situações dificeis, tentam buscar a resposta, a solução para tudo aquilo em coisas erradas, como drogas, bebidas, más influencias, no começo percebem uma diferença, pensam que no mundo são mais felizes, são Amados, tem verdadeiros amigos...mas com o tempo, percebem que não é bem assim, mas continua buscando ter uma vida perfeita, até que se encontra só, sem amigos sem nada... sente que falta alguma coisa, mas o que?&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As vezes buscam em pessoas, em relacionamentos, mas não percebem, que o que precisam é de &lt;b&gt;DEUS&lt;/b&gt;, ele é a solução para &lt;b&gt;TUDO&lt;/b&gt;, para todos os seus problemas, não notam que ele é o &lt;b&gt;ÚNICO&lt;/b&gt; em que podemos verdadeiramente confiar, e que ele &lt;b&gt;NUNCA&lt;/b&gt; vai te deixar só, e que sempre esta lá, não importa o que você faça, &lt;b&gt;DEUS NUNCA VAI TE ABANDONAR&lt;/b&gt;, ele te &lt;b&gt;AMA&lt;/b&gt;, ele &lt;b&gt;MORREU&lt;/b&gt; por você, ele quer &lt;b&gt;VOCÊ&lt;/b&gt;, ele ama &lt;b&gt;VOCÊ&lt;/b&gt;, ele quer salvar &lt;b&gt;VOCÊ&lt;/b&gt;, ele quer libertar &lt;b&gt;VOCÊ&lt;/b&gt;, ele quer fazer o melhor na sua vida, ele quer cuidar de você, pois você é o &lt;b&gt;FILHO AMADO.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="233" id="il_fi" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3nVKe3Mx80o/TS4KRtkBLTI/AAAAAAAAC80/rvdB_8nSiBE/s320/jesus+saida.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; 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font-size: 12px;"&gt;DOIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;IRMÃOZINHOS BRINCAVAM EM FRENTE À SUA CASA, JOGANDO BOLINHAS DE GUDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;DE REPENTE, JÚLIO, O MENINO MAIS NOVO, DISSE AO IRMÃO, RICARDO: -MEU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;QUERIDO IRMÃO, EU O AMO MUITO, E NUNCA QUERO ME SEPARAR DE VC! RICARDO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;SEM DAR MUITA IMPORTÂNCIA AO QUE JÚLIO DISSE, PERGUNTOU: - O QUE DEU EM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;VC, MOLEQUE? QUE CONVERSA BESTA É ESSA DE AMAR? QUER CALAR A BOCA E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;CONTINUAR JOGANDO? E DOIS CONTINUARAM JOGANDO A TARDE INTEIRA ATÉ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;ANOITECER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;À NOITE, O SENHOR JACÓ, PAI DOS GAROTOS, CHEGOU DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;TRABALHO. ESTAVA EXAUSTO E MUITO MAL-HUMORADO, POIS NÃO HAVIA CONSEGUIDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;FECHAR UM NEGÓCIO IMPORTANTE. AO ENTRAR EM CASA, JACÓ, OLHOU PARA SEU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;FILHO JÚLIO, QUE SORRIU PARA O PAI E DISSE. - OLÁ, PAPAI, EU O AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;MUITO, E NÃO QUERO NUNCA ME SEPARAR DO SENHOR! JACÓ, NO AUGE DE SEU MAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;HUMOR E ESTRESSE, DISSE: - JÚLIO, ESTOU EXAUSTO E NERVOSO. ENTÃO, POR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;FAVOR, NÃO ME VENHA COM BESTEIRAS! COM AS PALAVRAS ÁSPERAS DO PAI, JÚLIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;FICOU MAGOADO E FOI CHORAR NO CANTINHO DO QUARTO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;DONA JOANA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;MÃE DOS GAROTOS, SENTINDO A FALTA DO FILHO, FOI PROCURÁ-LO PELA CASA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;ATÉ QUE O ENCONTROU NO CANTINHO DO QUARTO, COM OS OLHINHOS CHEIOS DE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;LÁGRIMAS. ESPANTADA, COMEÇOU A ENXUGAR AS LÁGRIMAS DO FILHO E PERGUNTOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;- O QUE FOI JÚLIO, POR QUE VC ESTÁ CHORANDO? JÚLIO OLHOU PARA A MÃE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;COM UMA EXPRESSÃO TRISTE, E DISSE-LHE: - MAMÃE, EU A AMO MUITO, E NÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;QUERO NUNCA ME SEPARAR DA SENHORA! DONA JOANA SORRIU PARA O FILHO E LHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;DISSE: - MEU AMADO FILHO, FICAREMOS SEMPRE JUNTOS! JÚLIO SORRIU, DEU UM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;BEIJO NA MÃE E FOI SE DEITAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;NO QUARTO DO CASAL, AMBOS SE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;PREPARANDO PARA SE DEITAR, DONA JOANA PERGUNTOU PARA O SEU MARIDO: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;JACÓ, O JÚLIO ESTÁ MUITO ESTRANHO HOJE, NÃO ACHA? O MARIDO, JÁ MUITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;ESTRESSADO COM O TRABALHO, RESPONDEU À ESPOSA: - ESSE MOLEQUE SÓ ESTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;QUERENDO CHAMAR A ATENÇÃO. DEITA E DORME, MULHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;ENTÃO, TODOS SE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;RECOLHERAM E FORAM DORMI SOSSEGADOS. ÀS 2 HORAS DA MANHÃ, JÚLIO SE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;LEVANTOU E FOI ATÉ O QUARTO DE SEU IRMÃO RICARDO E FICOU OBSERVANDO O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;IRMÃO DORMI. RICARDO, INCOMODADO COM A CLARIDADE, ACORDOU E GRITOU COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;JÚLIO: - SEU LOUCO, APAGA ESSA LUZ E ME DEIXA DORMI! JÚLIO EM SILÊNCIO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;OBEDECEU AO IRMÃO, APAGOU A LUZ E SE DIRIGIU AO QUARTO DOS PAIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;CHEGANDO AO QUARTO DE SEUS PAIS, ACENDEU A LUZ E FICOU OBSERVANDO SEU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;PAI E SUA MÃE DORMIREM. O SENHOR JACÓ ACORDOU E PERGUNTOU AO FILHO: - O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;QUE ACONTECEU, JÚLIO? O FILHO, EM SILÊNCIO, SÓ BALANÇOU A CABEÇA EMSINAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;NEGATIVO, RESPONDENDOAO PAI QUE NADA HAVIA OCORRIDO. DAÍ, O SENHOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;JACÓ, IRRITADO,PERGUNTOU AO JÚLIO: - ENTÃO, O QUE FOI MOLEQUE? JÚLIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;CONTINUOU EM SILÊNCIO. JACÓ JÁ MUITO IRRITADO, BERROU COM ELE: - ENTÃO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;VAI DORMIR, SEU DOENTE! JÚLIO APAGOU A LUZ, DIRIGIU-SE AO SEU QUARTO E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;SE DEITOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;NA MANHÃ SEGUINTE, TODOS SE LEVANTARM CEDO. O SENHOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;JACÓ IRIA TRABALHAR E A DONA JOANA LEVANTARIA AS CRIANÇAS PARA A ESCOLA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;MAS JÚLIO NÃO SE LEVANTOU. ENTÃO, O SENHOR JACÓ, QUE JÁ ESTAVA MUITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;IRRITADO COM ELE, ENTROU BUFANDO NO QUARTO DO GAROTO E GRITOU: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;LEVANTA, SEU MOLEQUE VAGABUNDO! JÚLIO NEM SE MEXEU. ENTÃO JACÓ AVANÇOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;SOBRE O GAROTO E PUXOU COM FORÇA O COBERTOR DO MENINO, COM O BRAÇO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;DIREITO LEVANTADO, PRONTO PARA LHE DAR UM TAPA, QUANDO PERCEBEU QUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;JÚLIO ESTAVA COM OS OLHOS FECHADOS E QUE ESTAVA PÁLIDO. JACÓ, ASSUSTADO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;COLOCOU A MÃO SOBRE O ROSTO DE JÚLIO E PÔDE NOTAR QUE SEU FILHO ESTAVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;GELADO. DESESPERADO, JACÓ GRITOU, CHAMANDO A ESPOSA E O FILHO RICARDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;PARA VER O QUE HAVIA ACONTECIDO COM JÚLIO. INFELIZMENTE, O PIOR. JÚLIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;ESTAVA MORTO, E SEM QUALQUER MOTIVO APARENTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;DONA JOANA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;DESESPERADA, ABRAÇOU O FILHO MORTO, E NÃO CONSEGUIA NEM RESPIRAR DE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;TANTO CHORAR. RICARDO, DESCONSOLADO, SEGUROU FIRME A MÃO DO IRMÃO E SÓ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;TINHA FORÇAS PARA CHORAR TAMBÉM. JACÓ, EM DESESPERO, SOLUÇANDO, E COM OS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;OLHOS CHEIOS DE LÁGRIMAS, PERCEBEU QUE HAVIA UM PAPELZINHO DOBRADO NAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;PEQUENAS MÃOS DE JÚLIO. ELE ENTÃO PEGOU O PEQUENO PEDAÇO DE PAPEL, ONDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;HAVIA ALGO ESCRITO COM A LETRA DE JÚLIO: " OUTRA NOITE, DEUS VEIO FALAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;COMIGO ATRAVÉS DE UM SONHO. ELE DISSE A MIM QUE, APESAR DE EU AMAR MINHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;FAMILIA E DE ELA ME AMAR TAMBÉM, TERÍAMOS QUE NOS SEPARAR. EU NÃO SEI O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;QUE VAI ACONTECER, MAS ESTOU COM MUITO MEDO. E COMPLETOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;GOSTARIA QUE FICASSE CLARO APENAS UMA COISA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;- RICARDO, NÃO SE ENVERGONHE DE AMAR SEU IRMÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;-MAMÃE, A SENHORA É A MELHOR MÃE DO MUNDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;-PAPAI, O SENHOR, DE TANTO TRABALHAR, ESQUECEU-SE DE VIVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;-EU AMO TODOS VOCÊS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;VOCÊ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;JÁ PRESTOU ATENÇÃO EM QUANTAS VEZES NÃO TEMOS TEMPO DE PARAR PARA AMAR E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;RECEBER O AMOR QUE NOS É OFERTADO? TALVEZ, QUANDO ACORDAMOS, POSSA SER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;TARDE DEMAIS. MAS, AINDA HÁ TEMPO! QUEM SEMPRE FAZ O MELHOR, E SABE DAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;SIGNIFICADO EM TUDO O QUE FAZ DENTRO E FORA DE CASA, MESMO QUE ESTEJA &amp;nbsp;AO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;LADO DO CAIXÃO, NÃO VAI SOFRE A DOR DA CULPA E DO REMORSO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;img height="226" id="il_fi" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtJgeSEjx9M/TGAvWcHrmXI/AAAAAAAAALo/Y-7oPIvDCwg/s320/amar+demais.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111144196770523613-6708794227929605729?l=ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6708794227929605729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/ame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/6708794227929605729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/6708794227929605729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/ame.html' title='AME.'/><author><name>Nataly Louro Idalgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213938384944372233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NtJgeSEjx9M/TGAvWcHrmXI/AAAAAAAAALo/Y-7oPIvDCwg/s72-c/amar+demais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111144196770523613.post-6190693088613913299</id><published>2011-05-19T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T16:33:28.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando Pensamos Que Estamos Sozinhos.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As vezes nos sentimos sozinhos, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #686868; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;jornada parece tão longa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Você sente que esta andando por si só&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Mas nunca houve um passo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;onde você tenha andando totalmente só, mesmo que pareça que não, Deus sempre esta ali com você, nele agente pode confiar, ele nunca vai te abandonar, nunca vai te deixar só, ele sim, é o seu Melhor Amigo, não como aqueles que dizem ser seus ''amigos'', mas que só queremo seu mal, quando ve-em, que você precisa de ajuda, desaparecem, Deus nunca fará isso, por que ele TE AMA, ele te criou &amp;nbsp;carinhosamente, ele quer te ver feliz e quer te ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Lembre-se sempre, Deus te ama muito, ele sempre&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;estara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;com você basta você aceita-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" id="il_fi" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5MAP9-2yY8/Tbj9A-ivR0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/jY1fQxxaSr8/s320/Deus+esta+conosco+%2528imagem%2529.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111144196770523613-6190693088613913299?l=ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6190693088613913299/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/quando-pensamos-que-estamos-sozinhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/6190693088613913299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/6190693088613913299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/quando-pensamos-que-estamos-sozinhos.html' title='Quando Pensamos Que Estamos Sozinhos.'/><author><name>Nataly Louro Idalgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213938384944372233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5MAP9-2yY8/Tbj9A-ivR0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/jY1fQxxaSr8/s72-c/Deus+esta+conosco+%2528imagem%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111144196770523613.post-2052628529514182195</id><published>2011-05-16T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T12:41:49.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Família.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A nossa&amp;nbsp;família&amp;nbsp;é um presente de Deus, mesmo tendo os defeitos que tem, Deus preparou a nossa família, antes mesmo da criação do mundo, Deus já havia separado a sua família, escolheu seu pai, sua mãe, seus irmãos... todos, pois somente ele sabe o que é melhor pra você.&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As vezes é&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;quando aquele 'ser' da sua família fica&amp;nbsp;enchendo&amp;nbsp;o saco, muitas vezes não aguentamos e fazemos 'merda', mas peça perdão, mude de vida, AME A SUA FAMÍLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Agradeça a Deus todos os dias pela sua família, ore por ela, não importa o problema que você esteja passando, Deus tem a solução, nele você pode descansar, ele é o teu&amp;nbsp;refugio, teu abrigo, o seu socorro em dias de tribulação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ore pela sua família, anda ah tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" id="il_fi" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A3iJu7x5J2E/Tby3MnWrQ9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/_QRNkGXhR9U/s1600/foto-de-familia-thumb1812137.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="300" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111144196770523613-2052628529514182195?l=ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2052628529514182195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/familia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/2052628529514182195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/2052628529514182195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/familia.html' title='Família.'/><author><name>Nataly Louro Idalgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213938384944372233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A3iJu7x5J2E/Tby3MnWrQ9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/_QRNkGXhR9U/s72-c/foto-de-familia-thumb1812137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111144196770523613.post-5978083642136101452</id><published>2011-05-13T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:47:37.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingratos.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mesmo que demos o nosso melhor para Deus, nunca daremos, nem um pouco do que ele&amp;nbsp;merece, por que ele é o autor da vida, o criador do mundo, Deus grandioso, mas Deus se&amp;nbsp;contenta&amp;nbsp;apenas em que adoremos ele de todo o coração, porém, muitos não dão o seu melhor para Deus, nem ao menos o adoram e o&amp;nbsp;agradecem, não te-em gratidão, são INGRATOS. Sem Deus, VOCÊ NÃO ESTARIA AQUI, mas reclama de dedicar 1 minuto do seu dia para agradecer a Deus, pelos seus feitos em sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mesmo que digam : ''Deus nunca fez nada por mim'', só de você estar vivo e poder respirar, poder adorar a Deus e por orar é um motivo para agradecer, você VIVE, isso pela graça de Deus, graça é um favor imerecido.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Você vive pela GRAÇA, Jesus morreu sem merecer&amp;nbsp;por você, isso é GRAÇA. Fale com Deus, agradeça a cada dia pelo fato de você viver, não seja ingrato.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;img height="212" id="il_fi" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLS8ZvjHnE4/TORVL1GCuAI/AAAAAAAAABM/P2KNx9GHTBw/s320/Deus.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111144196770523613-5978083642136101452?l=ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5978083642136101452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/ingratos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/5978083642136101452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/5978083642136101452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/ingratos.html' title='Ingratos.'/><author><name>Nataly Louro Idalgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213938384944372233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kLS8ZvjHnE4/TORVL1GCuAI/AAAAAAAAABM/P2KNx9GHTBw/s72-c/Deus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111144196770523613.post-2669217841828092120</id><published>2011-05-11T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T07:42:19.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Poder Da Língua.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A língua é um órgão muito pequeno, porém tem grande poder, a língua poder profetizar bençãos, pode adorar a Deus, mas também pode amaldiçoar. Com a mesma língua, não podemos abençoar e&amp;nbsp;amaldiçoar ao mesmo tempo, ou seremos servos de Deus ou do Diabo, Deus quer fazer de nós um grande instrumento de paz, amor e sabedoria, que leve o&amp;nbsp;evangelho&amp;nbsp;a todas as&amp;nbsp;nações, mas temos que ser totalmente puros, tomar cuidado ao falar, temos também que viver a imagem e semelhança de Cristo, pra que todos possa ver a sua luz através da nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;img height="281" id="il_fi" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3iIp2BNWHvk/S4vNNqhxY1I/AAAAAAAAAio/mvutyJYsUEo/s320/Poder+da+L%C3%ADngua.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111144196770523613-2669217841828092120?l=ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2669217841828092120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-poder-da-lingua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/2669217841828092120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/2669217841828092120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-poder-da-lingua.html' title='O Poder Da Língua.'/><author><name>Nataly Louro Idalgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213938384944372233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3iIp2BNWHvk/S4vNNqhxY1I/AAAAAAAAAio/mvutyJYsUEo/s72-c/Poder+da+L%C3%ADngua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111144196770523613.post-8534551434794961498</id><published>2011-05-09T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:06:45.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fé</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fé é crer em algo que você não pode ver, mas não é apenas isso, fé, não é apenas o ato de ter fé. Pra ter fé,&amp;nbsp;necessita&amp;nbsp;de obras, de que adianta a fé se não tem obras?&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Se tiver alguém passando fome, você tem fé de que ele não morrerá, e diz: eu tenho fé que você terá o que comer. De que vai adiantar, mas se você ajuda-lo dando comida, ai sim sua fé estará completa, pois você creu e o ajudou. Fale, aja, viva sempre sabendo que um dia você será julgado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;img height="239" id="il_fi" src="http://www.caiofabio.net/Arquivo/Image/fe1(2).jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320" /&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/7111144196770523613-8534551434794961498?l=ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8534551434794961498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/fe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/8534551434794961498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/8534551434794961498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/fe.html' title='Fé'/><author><name>Nataly Louro Idalgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213938384944372233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111144196770523613.post-4707454862528668225</id><published>2011-05-07T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T18:59:24.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Poder Da Oração.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A oração tem muito poder, a ORAÇÃO move montanhas, desde que feita de coração e com muita fé, Deus não olha as palavras, Deus olha o coração, ele quer corações puros, voltados somente para ele, corações adoradores, corações cheio de fé. Não precisa de muito pra orar basta falar com Deus, mesmo que as vezes pareça que não, ele te escuta e quer te ajudar, quer mudar a sua vida, mas, pra isso é preciso que você esteja com o coração aberto e disposto a ser moldado,&amp;nbsp;reconstruído&amp;nbsp;por Deus e disposto a mudar e andar de acordo com a vontade de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;img height="255" id="il_fi" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_feu89IZ5IsM/S92IJEmRjNI/AAAAAAAAATA/-Nd3fdJWkkc/s320/ora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+(37).jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111144196770523613-4707454862528668225?l=ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4707454862528668225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-poder-da-oracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/4707454862528668225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/4707454862528668225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-poder-da-oracao.html' title='O Poder Da Oração.'/><author><name>Nataly Louro Idalgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213938384944372233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_feu89IZ5IsM/S92IJEmRjNI/AAAAAAAAATA/-Nd3fdJWkkc/s72-c/ora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+(37).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111144196770523613.post-4341595335778761291</id><published>2011-05-07T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T18:43:52.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111144196770523613-4341595335778761291?l=ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4341595335778761291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/4341595335778761291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/4341595335778761291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/o.html' title='O'/><author><name>Nataly Louro Idalgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213938384944372233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111144196770523613.post-1501107632877692878</id><published>2011-05-06T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T15:00:17.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixe Deus Ser Deus Na Sua Vida.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Todos querem a Deus, querem receber os milagres de Deus, querem ter a vida eterna, mas não querem viver segundo a vontade de Deus, andar nos seus caminhos. Se contentam em viver uma vida de&amp;nbsp;aparência, dizendo que tudo está bem enquanto você está prestes a explodir, dizendo que esta feliz, pois '' Deus está com você'', acham que por que são crentes não enfrentam problemas e vivem sempre felizes, mas é ai que se enganam.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Deus&amp;nbsp;quer que você abra o seu coração e o receba, assim, ele vai mudar sua vida, vai te dar vida em&amp;nbsp;abundância, ele quer andar lado a lado com você, ele quer te curar, libertar, restaurar, quer te fazer um vaso para honra, quer cuidar de você, como se fosse único, ele te AMA, quer o melhor para você.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Deixe Deus ser Deus na sua vida, Deus é o único que pode mudar a sua história, pode te ajudar, mesmo quando você pensa que é impossível, é lá que Deus está, esperando que você abra seu coração e o receba, assim irá desfrutar do melhor, O AMOR DE DEUS.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;img height="224" id="il_fi" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIKDkmNHFj8/TSzChxvFXAI/AAAAAAAAB88/wxoH0tTyPoA/s320/amor+de+Deus+1.gif" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111144196770523613-1501107632877692878?l=ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1501107632877692878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/deixe-deus-ser-deus-na-sua-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/1501107632877692878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/1501107632877692878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/deixe-deus-ser-deus-na-sua-vida.html' title='Deixe Deus Ser Deus Na Sua Vida.'/><author><name>Nataly Louro Idalgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213938384944372233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZIKDkmNHFj8/TSzChxvFXAI/AAAAAAAAB88/wxoH0tTyPoA/s72-c/amor+de+Deus+1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111144196770523613.post-5868832633283759653</id><published>2011-05-06T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T09:29:22.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Respostas De Deus Para Você.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quando você diz: Não posso resolver, Deus diz eu dirijo seus passos.&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quando você diz: Todos me odeiam, Deus diz: Eu amo você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quando você diz: Não mereço perdão,&amp;nbsp;Deus&amp;nbsp;diz: eu te perdo-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quando você diz: Estou cansado, Deus diz:&amp;nbsp;descanse&amp;nbsp;em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quando você diz: É&amp;nbsp;impossível, Deus diz: tudo é&amp;nbsp;possível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quando você diz: Me sinto só, Deus diz não te deixarem e nem te desampararei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quando você diz: Eu não consigo, Deus diz tudo podes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quando você diz: Tenho medo, Deus diz: não temas, estou contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quando você diz: Não sei como seguir, Deus diz eu te ensinarei o caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Pra tudo ele tem a resposta, a solução, e se você perguntar: Qual o caminho que me leva a DEUS, a resposta é: seu filho amado JESUS, ele é o CAMINHO, a VERDADE e a VIDA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;img height="262" id="il_fi" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rx3OJwmziUs/TUxcaCelJ0I/AAAAAAAAAYY/znAZ_9m7QTY/s320/Jesus_te_ama.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.648438) 2px 2px 8px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111144196770523613-5868832633283759653?l=ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5868832633283759653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-respostas-de-deus-para-voce.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/5868832633283759653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/5868832633283759653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-respostas-de-deus-para-voce.html' title='As Respostas De Deus Para Você.'/><author><name>Nataly Louro Idalgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213938384944372233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rx3OJwmziUs/TUxcaCelJ0I/AAAAAAAAAYY/znAZ_9m7QTY/s72-c/Jesus_te_ama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111144196770523613.post-3023489150158294053</id><published>2011-05-06T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T09:10:09.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus pagou por nós.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Um dia Jesus e Satanás estavam conversando, e Jesus o perguntou, o que ele estava fazendo para as pessoas aqui na Terra, ele respondeu:&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;__ Eu estou me divertindo com elas, ensino a fazer bomba, e a matar, a usar revolver, a odiar umas as outras, a casarem e se divorciarem, ensino a abusar de&amp;nbsp;criancinhas, ensino jovens a usar drogas, a beber e fazer tudo que não se deve o que os conduzirá a maldição futura, estou me divertindo muito com eles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Jesus perguntou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;__ E depois, o que você vai fazer com eles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;__ Vou mata-los e acabar com eles. Então Jesus falou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;__ Quanto você quer por eles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Irônica-mente&amp;nbsp;Satanás respondeu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;__ Você não vai querer essas pessoas, elas são traiçoeiras, mentirosas, falsas,&amp;nbsp;egoístas&amp;nbsp;e avarentas, elas não vão te amar de verdade, vão bater e&amp;nbsp;cuspir&amp;nbsp;no teu rosto, vão te desprezar e nem vão levar em consideração o que você fizer. Jesus mais uma vez perguntou:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;__ Quanto você quer por elas Satanás?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;__ Toda a tua lágrima e todo o seu sangue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;JESUS PAGOU o preço da nossa liberdade. Como nós podemos nos esquecer de Jesus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Acreditando em tudo que nos ensina, sempre questionamos as coisas que vem de Deus, todos querem um dia estar com ele, mas não querem&amp;nbsp;conhecê-lo e ama-lo, muitos dizem: eu acredito em Deus, mas não fazem nada por ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As pessoas, mandam&amp;nbsp;mensagens&amp;nbsp;por e-mail, piadas e coisas indevidas, mas quando o assunto é sobre Deus, as pessoas&amp;nbsp;pensam&amp;nbsp;duas vezes antes de compartilhar com a pessoas, dizem a todo momento: qual é o time que você torce? qual é o carro que você mais gosta? qual a sua banda preferida? a sua música predileta, mas pensam duas vezes antes de dizerem: SOU DE CRISTO E AMO A DEUS, tentam ser&amp;nbsp;invisível, será que quando você acabar de ler essa mensagem. você tara coragem de mandar a um amigo? não esta seguro do que as pessoas podem pensar de você?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Falar de Jesus Cristo não é um assunto que as pessoas querem ouvir, somente querem a Jesus quando estão em grandes apuros, então pense: não temos outro caminho melhor, a não ser: O CAMINHO DE DEUS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #606060; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Jesus é o caminho a verdade e a vida ninguém vai ao Pai a não ser por Ele ." height="212" id="Image1_img" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4JQUzLvMNU/Ta9YFKjEsUI/AAAAAAAAABU/Xe5FlAUtMyc/s320/OgAAAGwsHvrUQZEHZetoR0Yq41U-P9YqAMDVZoGiJZkeDj3Xugy548v15zNmSozzC5Bit5tVotzYW-nZGg7H4Q5XYgQAm1T1UNG5MlF5NPh8pZfrCTaiGcuJ-T39.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #606060; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111144196770523613-3023489150158294053?l=ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/feeds/3023489150158294053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/jesus-pagou-por-nos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/3023489150158294053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111144196770523613/posts/default/3023489150158294053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ocaminhoeavida.blogspot.com/2011/05/jesus-pagou-por-nos.html' title='Jesus pagou por nós.'/><author><name>Nataly Louro Idalgo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15213938384944372233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J4JQUzLvMNU/Ta9YFKjEsUI/AAAAAAAAABU/Xe5FlAUtMyc/s72-c/OgAAAGwsHvrUQZEHZetoR0Yq41U-P9YqAMDVZoGiJZkeDj3Xugy548v15zNmSozzC5Bit5tVotzYW-nZGg7H4Q5XYgQAm1T1UNG5MlF5NPh8pZfrCTaiGcuJ-T39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
