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[Estevão Queiroga]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rFfYvD1B9UU" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Caminhei nesse deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me entreguei a Ti por completo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De Canaã estou tão perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Almejei entrar nesta terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Enfrentei mares e guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No caminho eu cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Com teu poder eu venci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se não vou entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Por que estou aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando Deus te pede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando Deus te impede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De um sonho alcançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando Deus te diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que não podes entrar em Canaã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Espero o tempo, Deus tem algo melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É porque teu hoje pode ser pra Deus o Amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tantos sonhos no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Simplesmente caem ao chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu Deus às vezes te diz não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Os teus sonhos aqui nesse mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se desfazem em um segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Teu Deus tem sonhos mais profundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Deus tem sempre razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo quando diz não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Entregue a ELE os desejos do teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Confia nELE e o mais ELE fará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-5068746381897065774?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/5068746381897065774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=5068746381897065774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5068746381897065774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5068746381897065774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/11/amanha-estevao-queiroga.html' title='Amanhã - [Estevão Queiroga]'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rFfYvD1B9UU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-327213218741541224</id><published>2011-11-20T09:36:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:29:36.242-02:00</updated><title type='text'>dor,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ii6QvqUJdsU/Tsjln4xCn8I/AAAAAAAACnA/oaJaHfzcdFA/s1600/304161_288994227783669_100000192814314_1408860_1191287903_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ii6QvqUJdsU/Tsjln4xCn8I/AAAAAAAACnA/oaJaHfzcdFA/s320/304161_288994227783669_100000192814314_1408860_1191287903_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto dores que há muito não sentia, daquelas que ameaçam o orgulho, a verdade e os planos. Experimento a sina de quem inevitavelmente sente!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tem sido dias cansativos, intensos e de reflexões, ao ver-se diante da inevitabilidade que a vida acaba nos proporcionando, acabamos que passamos a dar valor as coisas as quais antes davam pouca ou nenhuma importância. Embora saibamos todos que a doença é inevitável, vivemos como se ela não existisse, pelo menos não para nós.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A impressão que tenho, é que tem dias que a vida parece estar acontecendo em outro lugar ou que tudo faz parte de um grande sonho, de que quando acordar tudo voltara como era antes, a sua normalidade. Mas não, não é isso que acontece, não tô bem, preciso de um abraço e de alguém para me explicar o que está acontecendo. Porque tememos enfrentar a vida sozinhos? Por medo de não ser forte o suficiente, buscamos ajuda e consolo aos amigos. Ah! Os amigos… É na dificuldade que se ganha e que se perde uma porção deles. Não há beleza livre de dor, de perda! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se essa temporada de aprendizado é o modo DEle de ensinar a ouvir e sentir o Seu amor, vamos em frente &lt;i&gt;"O perfeito amor, lança fora o medo" (1Jo 4.18).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As três grandes lições:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É quase certo que os problemas que realmente tem importância em sua vida são aqueles que nunca passaram por sua mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Valorize o que não está relacionado ao plano material da existência. A famosa frase "As coisas não tem preço" completo dizendo: TEM VALOR! Hoje tem ainda mais significado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Os amigos vão e vem, mas há um punhado deles, preciosos, que você tem que guardar com carinho, esses farão que você nunca se sinta sozinha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre haverá aqueles que estiveram e estarão junto a nós e por nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;#Ibelieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7925776445387559996-327213218741541224?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/327213218741541224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=327213218741541224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/327213218741541224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/327213218741541224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/11/dor.html' title='dor,'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ii6QvqUJdsU/Tsjln4xCn8I/AAAAAAAACnA/oaJaHfzcdFA/s72-c/304161_288994227783669_100000192814314_1408860_1191287903_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-4987103879277333718</id><published>2011-11-06T22:05:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T11:27:40.203-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens escolhidas'/><title type='text'>promessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DEjzwOrJRNo/Trcgz69qh9I/AAAAAAAACm4/-ofduN-ym9U/s1600/tumblr_lj7tcqkk2B1qcc8nno1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DEjzwOrJRNo/Trcgz69qh9I/AAAAAAAACm4/-ofduN-ym9U/s320/tumblr_lj7tcqkk2B1qcc8nno1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‎&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Só precisa perseverar aquele que passa por algum tipo de perda. Não há nada de errado com Deus, apenas com aquilo que achamos que Ele nos promete. Ele realmente te prometeu todo o tipo de recompensa. Mas Ele também afirmou que a glória prometida por Ele não era pra este mundo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[Jo 18:36].&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/7925776445387559996-4987103879277333718?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/4987103879277333718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=4987103879277333718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4987103879277333718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4987103879277333718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/11/so-precisa-perseverar-aquele-que-passa.html' title='promessa'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DEjzwOrJRNo/Trcgz69qh9I/AAAAAAAACm4/-ofduN-ym9U/s72-c/tumblr_lj7tcqkk2B1qcc8nno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-7052180974831314012</id><published>2011-10-10T06:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T08:02:56.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>3 anos, Ninda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="304" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/30289513?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;autoplay=no" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;O que eu aprendi sobre ser tia, é que esse amor não se racionaliza, simplesmente toma conta da gente. É maravilhoso esse sentimento! Ver aquele doce sorriso morando em nosso olhar, nos melhora como ser humano.&amp;nbsp;Quando a Fernandinha nasceu, trouxe brilho na vida de todos por aqui, era um olhar tão lindo onde se percebeu a tal felicidade e amor eterno. Peço sempre a Deus, que o riso seja uma constante em seu rostinho e que seja uma garotinha abençoada sob os cuidados constante do nosso Pai celestial. Espero que com o tempo nos aproximemos mais, pois a distancia é de apertar o coração, sinto vontade de te-la por perto todos os dias. Ser tia é maravilhoso, foi o melhor que me aconteceu nos últimos anos! Feliz 3º ano.&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/7925776445387559996-7052180974831314012?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/7052180974831314012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=7052180974831314012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/7052180974831314012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/7052180974831314012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/10/3-anos-ninda.html' title='3 anos, Ninda'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-1480092343602559544</id><published>2011-09-15T07:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T07:17:25.441-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguém especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIQNcMhh7Pw/TnHM1Z9Uu3I/AAAAAAAACmY/DGh380lOLd8/s1600/tumblr_llvsnuNsNT1qjvr4to1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIQNcMhh7Pw/TnHM1Z9Uu3I/AAAAAAAACmY/DGh380lOLd8/s320/tumblr_llvsnuNsNT1qjvr4to1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; 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, sans-serif;"&gt;Querer ficar com muita gente é fácil, difícil mesmo é achar alguém especial pra namorar. O mundo está cheio de gente bonita e também há pessoas disponíveis para quase tudo, de sexo a asa delta. Para encontrar gente animada, basta sair por ai, para algum lugar, se você não for muito feia ou muito chata, vai se dar bem, se você for jovem e bonita, vai ter possibilidade de escolher. Pode-se viver assim por muito tempo, experimentando, trocando de gente sem muita dor e quase sem culpa, descobrindo prazer e sensações. Mas talvez isso tudo não seja suficiente!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Talvez depois de algum tempo vivendo assim, ficar apaixonada. Na verdade, ficar apaixonada pode ser aquilo que nós procuramos o tempo inteiro, mas isso exige alguém especial. Mas o que seria ou torna uma pessoa especial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; 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, sans-serif;"&gt;Você certamente já passou pela sensação engraçada de ouvir uma amiga explicando, incansavelmente, porque aquele garoto por quem está apaixonada é a pessoa mais linda e encantadora na face da terra - sem que você perceba, nele nada em especial. Para ela ele é único! Disso se deduz, que &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;a pessoa especial é aquela que nos faz sentir especial, te faz sentir-se de um modo que ninguém mais faz.&lt;/span&gt; E isso basta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; 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, sans-serif;"&gt;É preciso admitir que há gente que parece especial para todo mundo, gente normal extremamente sedutora, são aquelas pessoas com quem todos querem ficar. Aquelas por quem um número desproporcional de seres humanos é apaixonado. Essas pessoas existem, estão em toda parte, circulam entre nós provocando suspiros, mas não acho que sejam a resposta aos desejos de cada um de nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333233; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Claro, todo mundo gostaria de ter a chance de ficar com uma pessoa dessas. Mas, quando acontece, não é exatamente aquilo que se imaginava. Você pode descobrir que a pessoa que todo mundo acha especial não é especial para você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333233; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Tahoma; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; 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, sans-serif;"&gt;Da minha parte, tendo pensado um pouco, acho que &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;a pessoa especial é aquela que enche a minha vida. Ele é a resposta às minhas ansiedades. Ele me dá aquilo que eu nem sei que eu preciso – às vezes é paz, outras vezes confusão. &lt;/span&gt;Eu tenho certeza que ele é lindo por que não consigo deixar de olhá-lo. Tenho certeza que é a pessoa mais incrível do mundo, uma vez que eu não consigo parar de pensar nele. Certamente é brilhante, já que ele fala e eu admiro. E, claro, o homem mais engraçado do mundo, pois me faz rir o tempo inteiro. Tem também um senso de humor inteligentíssimo. Com ele viajo, como, durmo e até brigo bem. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Ele extrai o melhor e o pior de mim, faz com que eu me sinta inteira. Deve ser isso o que chamamos de alguém especial.&lt;/span&gt; As pessoas que passam na nossa vida são importantes, mas, de vez em quando, alguém tem de cavar um buraco bem fundo e ficar. Essas são especiais e não são fáceis de achar... permita-se!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Tahoma; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;exto re-escrito inspirado de Ivan Martins, leia &lt;a href="http://revistaepoca.globo.com/Revista/Epoca/0,,EMI259919-15230,00-ALGUEM+ESPECIAL.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; na integra.&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/7925776445387559996-1480092343602559544?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/1480092343602559544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=1480092343602559544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1480092343602559544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1480092343602559544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/09/alguem-especial.html' title='Alguém especial'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIQNcMhh7Pw/TnHM1Z9Uu3I/AAAAAAAACmY/DGh380lOLd8/s72-c/tumblr_llvsnuNsNT1qjvr4to1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-3451935084915469372</id><published>2011-09-07T15:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T15:12:13.182-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>nunca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EYwWNbGYW7c?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&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/EYwWNbGYW7c?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca diga não pra mim&lt;br /&gt;eu não vou poder trabalhar, conversar, descansar sem o teu sim&lt;br /&gt;seja sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;por favor me dê um sinal&lt;br /&gt;um cartão postal, um aval dizendo assim&lt;br /&gt;'não, não é o fim, dure o tempo que você gostar de mim&lt;br /&gt;entre o não e o sim, só me deixe quando o lado bom for menor do que o ruim'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca se esconda assim&lt;br /&gt;eu não vou saber te falar, te explicar que eu também me assusto muito&lt;br /&gt;você nunca vê que eu sou só um menino destes tais&lt;br /&gt;que pensam demais&lt;br /&gt;logo mais, vou correr atrás de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;'não, não é o fim, dure o tempo que você gostar de mim&lt;br /&gt;entre o não e o sim, só me deixe quando o lado bom for menor do que o ruim'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;poucas músicas falam por mim ... (e essa fala)&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/7925776445387559996-3451935084915469372?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/3451935084915469372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=3451935084915469372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3451935084915469372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3451935084915469372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/09/nunca.html' title='nunca'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-4130769353027030534</id><published>2011-08-24T23:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T15:03:36.526-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Sei lá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qdi_CyjsPRA/TlW5cm5SpKI/AAAAAAAACmQ/Jqq7hE_4QDk/s1600/couple%252Clove%252Cemotions%252Cphotography%252Camor%252Ccomfort-f4448973d768b633de1e1fedb590c880_h_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qdi_CyjsPRA/TlW5cm5SpKI/AAAAAAAACmQ/Jqq7hE_4QDk/s320/couple%252Clove%252Cemotions%252Cphotography%252Camor%252Ccomfort-f4448973d768b633de1e1fedb590c880_h_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;uais são teus medos, menino? foi minha vontade de te perguntar quando mirei seus olhos, enquanto analisava os meus. Com uma interrogação crescente no olhar, você é um mistério para mim. Admito que as vezes sinto vontade de devassar seus temores e fingir que quando te abraço você sente que pode fazer qualquer coisa para esquecer o passado e viver o futuro, de que vou ser diferente, vou ser melhor pra você.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tenho muitas idéias de como vai ser agora. Então chega de paranóia, me rendo à você e aos seus olhos interrogativos que fitam como se eu fosse tua. Deixa estar, como estar, também tenho medo de sofrer de novo, continuemos assim tá legal, continue fazendo acreditar, fazendo querer, fazendo valer a pena. Ah! Sei lá. FIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7925776445387559996-4130769353027030534?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/4130769353027030534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=4130769353027030534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4130769353027030534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4130769353027030534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/08/sei-la_24.html' title='Sei lá'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qdi_CyjsPRA/TlW5cm5SpKI/AAAAAAAACmQ/Jqq7hE_4QDk/s72-c/couple%252Clove%252Cemotions%252Cphotography%252Camor%252Ccomfort-f4448973d768b633de1e1fedb590c880_h_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-182079359208792866</id><published>2011-08-21T20:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T15:02:00.469-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>Que vazio é esse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkQEmu_p_0Q/TlGYptxvD-I/AAAAAAAACmE/JdP0RG-rF5o/s1600/conteudo-vazio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkQEmu_p_0Q/TlGYptxvD-I/AAAAAAAACmE/JdP0RG-rF5o/s320/conteudo-vazio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Volta e meia deparamos com o sentimento de que falta alguma coisa em nossa vida. Essa falta que nos move a lidar com essa sensação de vazio, da necessidade e carência que boa parte experimentamos. Quantas vezes você encontra um sentimento inequívoco de falta de algo que nem conseguimos definir direito o que é.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Esse gosto de escassez, de insuficiência, de insatisfação é a grande faísca que dá partida às nossas ações, planos e sonhos. Acredite! Se admitimos que essa falta jamais será preenchida com as ilusões do universo material, ou mesmo emocional, vamos abrandar a fome com que nos atiramos às pessoas e às coisas. Dessa maneira é possível nos contentarmos e nos sentirmos gratos com o que já temos, pois atendemos a essa necessidade de outra forma: "Não se trata de suprimir o desejo, mas de transformá-lo: de desejar um pouco menos aquilo que nos falta e um pouco mais aquilo que temos; de desejar um pouco menos o que não depende de nós e um pouco mais aquilo que de fato depende".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como crianças que se desinteressam do brinquedo no dia seguinte ao Natal, a posse de bens tão desejados não nos torna nem melhores nem mais felizes do que antes. Nada se modifica e enquanto se espera viver, a vida passa, nenhuma satisfação é duradoura: ao contrário, ela é ponto de partida para novos desejos. Viver entre a esperança de ter ou ser, e o medo de não ter, ou não ser, pode ser tornar uma forma de tortura. O medo é a face complementar da esperança. Temos esperança porque, no fundo, temos medo de não ter nosso desejo satisfeito. Esperamos que ele se realize, mas temos medo de que ele não se realize.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É possível fazer planos, é claro mas não depender disso para ser feliz. A felicidade está dentro de nós, e não fora, no outro, no futuro ou em outras circunstâncias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A falta nos guia em direção a quem está em nossa volta. Porque é justamente entre as pessoas que está aquela que nos vai impulsionar. Seja um amigo (ou um inimigo …), seja o ser amado ou seja em novas escolhas de vida. Somos responsáveis pela escassez que nos aflige. Não nascemos sábios, nos tornamos ao longo da vida, é a sabedoria, portanto que nos ajuda a encontrar o bom caminho para transcender aquilo que nos falta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quer saber a real amigo? Não podemos nos sentir plenos enquanto não tomarmos real a experiência de uma vida ao lado de Cristo, reconsidere, permita-se e seja feliz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: white;"&gt;Texto extraído e adaptado da revista vida simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-182079359208792866?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/182079359208792866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=182079359208792866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/182079359208792866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/182079359208792866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/08/que-vazio-e-esse.html' title='Que vazio é esse?'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VkQEmu_p_0Q/TlGYptxvD-I/AAAAAAAACmE/JdP0RG-rF5o/s72-c/conteudo-vazio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-8366318730608105556</id><published>2011-08-17T15:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T07:03:26.591-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>aonde é que você está indo com tanta pressa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OfJyPbJ82dI/Tgt0uhZh29I/AAAAAAAACjM/QradVyoutxY/s1600/tumblr_llwm4tuncs1qck0q8o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OfJyPbJ82dI/Tgt0uhZh29I/AAAAAAAACjM/QradVyoutxY/s320/tumblr_llwm4tuncs1qck0q8o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Denise é uma das pessoas mais organizadas e rápidas que conheço. Ela não desperdiça um único segundo. Por causa disso, já conseguiu muitas coisas em seus trinta e cinco anos, entre elas abrir duas empresas para financiar projetos. Uma manhã de sábado, ela parou de repente e desabafou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Meu marido e eu estávamos saindo para fazer algumas coisas juntos. Na minha maneira eficiente, eu tinha dividido as tarefas em duas listas, uma para ele e outra para mim. Eu pretendia que cada um de nós executasse as tarefas da própria lista o mais rápido possível. Quando entreguei a lista dele, seu rosto desmoronou. Ah!, meu marido disse, 'eu achava que o objetivo era fazermos essas coisas juntos.' Um sinal ressoou na minha cabeça durante cerca de um minuto, mas eu realmente não o compreendi. Estava muito ocupada tentando seguir em frente. Um dia, meu marido me deixou. Então, tive muito tempo para pensar. E passei a compreender que a viagem é tão importante quanto o ponto de chegada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De qualquer jeito, aonde estamos indo com tanta pressa? Denise queria passar algum tempo com seu marido ou só realizar suas tarefas? Muito de nós estamos indo de um lado para o outro com tanta pressa que nem mesmo nos preocupamos em investigar se o lugar onde estamos tentando chegar ou que estamos fazendo corresponde àquilo que realmente é importante para nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;De qualquer jeito, aonde estamos indo com tanta pressa? Denise queria passar algum tempo com seu marido ou só realizar as tarefas? Muito de nós estamos indo de um lado para o outro com tanta pressa que nem mesmo nos preocupamos em investigar-se se o lugar aonde estamos tentando chegar ou que estamos fazendo corresponde àquilo que realmente é importante para nós.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Você é o primeiro a se levantar e limpar a mesa?", pergunta Iyanlan Vanzant. "Recebemos boas notas por isso na primeira série. (...) Este movimento começou lá no passado. Fomos recompensados a permanecer ocupados". Quando chegamos à idade adulta, isso já se tornou um hábito. Passamos a ser, nas palavras de Iyanla, "pessoas que fazem mais, mais rápido e melhor". Mas será que estamos usufruindo nossas vidas? Não, ela insiste. "As pessoas que fazem mais, mais rápido e melhor... não curtem o trabalho: elas simplesmente não sabem como parar".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Existe aquela idéia da primeira regra dos buracos: "Quando você se descobre em um buraco, a primeira regrar é parar de cavar". Na próxima vez em que se descobrir ofegante, pare.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pare de cavar, pare de correr de um lado para o outro e pergunte a si mesmo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Aonde é que eu estou indo com tanta pressa? Será que é para um&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;destino que eu de fato desejo?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;extraído do livro: "O poder da paciência" M.J. Ryan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/7925776445387559996-8366318730608105556?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/8366318730608105556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=8366318730608105556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8366318730608105556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8366318730608105556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/06/aonde-e-que-voce-esta-indo-com-tanta.html' title='aonde é que você está indo com tanta pressa?'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OfJyPbJ82dI/Tgt0uhZh29I/AAAAAAAACjM/QradVyoutxY/s72-c/tumblr_llwm4tuncs1qck0q8o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-200551479003977578</id><published>2011-08-16T11:14:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:24:36.838-03:00</updated><title type='text'>7 desafios de SER BEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-KCDqPUnsU/Tkp6dYFWVCI/AAAAAAAAClw/1t9BuYMrb8s/s1600/56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-KCDqPUnsU/Tkp6dYFWVCI/AAAAAAAAClw/1t9BuYMrb8s/s400/56.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser sincera em qualquer circunstância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Gostar quase das mesmas coisas:&amp;nbsp; fotografia , poesia e girassol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que te escuta, que aconselha e que ora por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ter inteligência para falar da nova série, de uma nova música e de um novo restaurante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sair pra passear, pra rir e falar bobagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dedicada, prestativa, preocupada e carinhosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Morar a milhares de quilômetros de distância e ser presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;É por essas e tantas outras razões que é tão fácil ser sua amiga.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feliz #best's day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7925776445387559996-200551479003977578?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/200551479003977578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=200551479003977578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/200551479003977578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/200551479003977578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/08/7-desafios-de-ser-best.html' title='7 desafios de SER BEST'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-KCDqPUnsU/Tkp6dYFWVCI/AAAAAAAAClw/1t9BuYMrb8s/s72-c/56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-1106879649309235781</id><published>2011-08-14T11:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T00:02:03.182-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>Tribunal da Consciência</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233641522522133778" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/SKGhPFeqlRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rxMcVN_cSww/s320/fofoca3.jpg" style="display: block; height: 213px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/SKGhPFeqlRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rxMcVN_cSww/s1600-h/fofoca3.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/SKGhPFeqlRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rxMcVN_cSww/s1600-h/fofoca3.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/SKGhPFeqlRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rxMcVN_cSww/s1600-h/fofoca3.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma coisa que a gente faz a todo o momento, além de respirar, é julgar os outros. Não só os outros, mas também as instituições e os acontecimentos. É muito raro, numa conversa, não surgir uma referência a terceiros, algumas delas de caráter negativo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Somos juízes e não sabemos, o pior é que somos juízes sem provas. Nisso diferimos daqueles julgadores que dão solução às causas jurídicas depois de um longo processo, depois de acurado exame de provas, depois de uma profunda reflexão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus fez aquela advertência que está no Sermão da Montanha: “não julgueis para não serdes julgados, porque com a medida com que julgardes sereis julgados”. Sentença dura. Nela está expressa a chamada lei de causa e efeito. Tudo que semeamos, colheremos depois. É a tal coisa: a semeadura é livre, mas a colheita é obrigatória.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A liberdade, portanto, está na escolha. Depois dela vem a responsabilidade dos atos semeados.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O Cristo nunca fez nenhum julgamento. Quando a mulher adultera, apanhada em flagrante delito, lhe foi apresentada, qual a sua atitude? Mandou que se cumprisse a lei, com a punição do apedrejamento? O dilema era difícil. Se ele mandasse que a lei fosse cumprida, estava contrariando outra lei: a do amor e da caridade, que tanto pregava. Se pelo contrário aconselhasse o não apedrejamento, tal atitude implicaria na desobediência à lei de Moisés. Mas ele soube muito bem encontrar a solução para a questão. Apenas disse: “aquele que estiver sem pecado que atire a primeira pedra”. Não julgou. Cada um de seus acusadores que julgassem a si mesmos. Nenhum deles teve força para apanhar uma pedra. Todos eram culpados.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E a gente vive julgando a todo instante, como se não  tivéssemos faltas. Julgando muitas vezes por ouvir dizer. Vendo argueiro no olho do vizinho e esquecendo a trave em nossos olhos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não julgueis para não serdes julgados. Coloque esta sentença na cabeça. Ao invés de julgar os outros, julguemos a nós mesmos. E não há melhor tribunal do que o da consciência. Esta, sim, é que vai nos dar o paraíso ou o inferno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="EC_Pargrafo" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Texto extraído do blog &amp;gt;&amp;gt; http://licoesdeviver.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="EC_Pargrafo" face="verdana" style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; Créditos Carlos Romero&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/7925776445387559996-1106879649309235781?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/1106879649309235781/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=1106879649309235781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1106879649309235781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1106879649309235781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2008/08/tribunal-da-conscincia_9538.html' title='Tribunal da Consciência'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/SKGhPFeqlRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rxMcVN_cSww/s72-c/fofoca3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-1981279828253726721</id><published>2011-08-11T08:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:13:45.082-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>crer sem ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S8b7dsyRSbI/AAAAAAAACIA/R_DBIZdQWoY/s1600/olhos+vendados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460328085890091442" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S8b7dsyRSbI/AAAAAAAACIA/R_DBIZdQWoY/s320/olhos+vendados.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 237px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Durante toda a minha vida tem sido natural acreditar na existência de um Deus, mas isso não acontece com todos, apenas crer ou basta confiar parecem atitudes simples porém a resistência em crer faz com que a fé se torne um passo mais difícil. Assim como Tomé, um dos discípulos de Jesus que não acreditou na ressurreição do Mestre, precisou vê-lo fisicamente vivo para crer [joão 20: 24;29], ele buscou experimentar por si mesmo aquilo que os outros falavam ! Existem pessoas que também precisam ver para crer. Não há problema nenhum em exigir uma garantia maior para sua fé, o problema é que este tipo de comportamento o vicia. Tomar Deus pela palavra sem insistir em ter uma "prova" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(afinal, para alguns, nem toda prova do mundo os convencerá a crer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; cria em nós o "viver pela fé", ou seja, mantemos a nossa crença através do conhecimento sobre o amor de Deus, o que significa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;confiar NEle a partir do que já experimentamos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Não tenha medo da dúvida se tiver disposição para crer. Precisamos ver com os olhos e com o coração, busque-o a cada dia com esperança e humildade, mesmo que com incertezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;fé não é acreditar sem provas, é confiar sem reservas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7925776445387559996-1981279828253726721?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/1981279828253726721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=1981279828253726721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1981279828253726721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1981279828253726721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/04/crer-sem-ver.html' title='crer sem ver'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S8b7dsyRSbI/AAAAAAAACIA/R_DBIZdQWoY/s72-c/olhos+vendados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-6877036100872285599</id><published>2011-07-17T21:34:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T10:28:51.158-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Conta pra mim ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f04; font: 16.0px Arial; line-height: 25.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zL15_OQvEm4/TiN_UhmDu5I/AAAAAAAACk4/1NYqc9hdY0c/s1600/4606989683_ce4ce8272d_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zL15_OQvEm4/TiN_UhmDu5I/AAAAAAAACk4/1NYqc9hdY0c/s1600/4606989683_ce4ce8272d_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Conta pra mim de onde a gente se conhece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Arial; line-height: 20.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;De onde vem a sensação de que sempre esteve aqui, quando eu sei que não estava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Arial; line-height: 20.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Conta por que nada do que diz sobre você me parece novidade, como se eu estivesse lá, nos lugares que relembra, quando eu sei que não estive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Arial; line-height: 20.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Conta onde nasce essa familiaridade toda com os seus olhos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Arial; line-height: 20.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Onde nasce a facilidade para ouvir a música de cada um dos seus sorrisos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Arial; line-height: 20.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Onde nasce essa compreensão das coisas que revela quando cala.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Arial; line-height: 20.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Conta de onde vem a intuição da sua existência tanto tempo antes de nos encontrarmos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-6877036100872285599?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/6877036100872285599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=6877036100872285599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6877036100872285599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6877036100872285599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/07/conta-pra-mim.html' title='Conta pra mim ...'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zL15_OQvEm4/TiN_UhmDu5I/AAAAAAAACk4/1NYqc9hdY0c/s72-c/4606989683_ce4ce8272d_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-8225937777903377742</id><published>2011-07-04T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:56:54.163-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versículos'/><title type='text'># porção dobrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/SyU0R5FLE3I/AAAAAAAAB4s/dze4vqE3sMs/s1600-h/20090105091658.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414791608967828338" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/SyU0R5FLE3I/AAAAAAAAB4s/dze4vqE3sMs/s400/20090105091658.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 263px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;voltem à fortaleza, ó presos de esperança, pois hoje lhes prometo que para cada tristeza que tiverem eu lhes darei duas alegrias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000099;"&gt;[zacarias 9;12]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-8225937777903377742?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/8225937777903377742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=8225937777903377742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8225937777903377742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8225937777903377742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2009/12/porcao-dobrada.html' title='# porção dobrada'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/SyU0R5FLE3I/AAAAAAAAB4s/dze4vqE3sMs/s72-c/20090105091658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-8043351997891528749</id><published>2011-07-03T22:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T12:30:14.908-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>adiante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TT4Y1uE4D5I/AAAAAAAACfE/Uj-64Ra20B8/s1600/a3d392bb01e119e68fb903d5f563c04cb2b3d931.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565913500657127314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TT4Y1uE4D5I/AAAAAAAACfE/Uj-64Ra20B8/s320/a3d392bb01e119e68fb903d5f563c04cb2b3d931.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;''Passamos a vida inteira ouvindo os sábios conselhos dos outros. Tens que aprender a ser mais flexível, tens que aprender a ser menos dramática, tens que aprender a ser mais discreta, tens que aprender... praticamente tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo as coisas que a gente já sabe fazer, é preciso aprender a fazê-las melhor, mais rápido, mais vezes. Vida é constante aprendizado. A gente lê, a gente conversa, a gente faz terapia, a gente se esforça pra tirar nota dez no quesito "sabe-tudo". Pois é. E o que a gente faz com aquilo que a gente pensava que sabia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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, sans-serif;"&gt;As crianças têm facilidade para aprender porque estão com a cabeça livre de informações, há muito espaço para ser preenchido, muitos dados a serem assimilados sem a necessidade de cruzá-los: tudo é bem-vindo na infância. Mas nós já temos arquivos demais em nossa rica cabecinha. Para aprender coisas novas, é preciso antes deletar arquivos antigos. E isso não se faz com o simples apertar de uma tecla. Antes de aprender, é preciso dominar a arte de desaprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Desaprender a ser tão sensível, para conseguir vencer as barreiras que encontramos no caminho. Desaprender a ser tão exigente consigo mesmo, para poder se divertir com os próprios erros. Desaprender a ser tão coerente, pois a vida é incoerente por natureza e a gente precisa saber lidar com o inusitado. Desaprender a esperar que os outros leiam nosso pensamento: em vez de acreditar em telepatia, é melhor acreditar no poder da nossa voz. Desaprender a autocomiseração: enquanto perdemos tempo tendo pena da gente mesmo, os demais seguiram em frente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A solução é voltar ao marco zero. Desaprender para aprender. Deletar para escrever em cima. Houve um tempo em que eu pensava que, para isso, seria preciso nascer de novo, mas hoje sei que dá pra renascer várias vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma coisa eu faço, esquecendo-me das coisa que para trás ficam, prossigo para o alvo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-8043351997891528749?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/8043351997891528749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=8043351997891528749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8043351997891528749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8043351997891528749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/01/adiante.html' title='adiante'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TT4Y1uE4D5I/AAAAAAAACfE/Uj-64Ra20B8/s72-c/a3d392bb01e119e68fb903d5f563c04cb2b3d931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-5330362125206631395</id><published>2011-06-25T07:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:56:16.761-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>lov,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKZhBWjxiv4/TeTDNeclEtI/AAAAAAAACiM/DDbGGegS2Ro/s1600/tumblr_lh96xfkrUA1qeb0zio1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKZhBWjxiv4/TeTDNeclEtI/AAAAAAAACiM/DDbGGegS2Ro/s320/tumblr_lh96xfkrUA1qeb0zio1_400_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Deus nos deu 2 ouvidos pra ouvir, 2 pernas pra correr, 2 olhos pra ver, 2 mãos pra segurar, 2 pés pra suportar e 1 coração. Por que só 1 coração?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 13px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pra gente encontrar o outro.&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/7925776445387559996-5330362125206631395?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/5330362125206631395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=5330362125206631395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5330362125206631395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5330362125206631395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/05/lov.html' title='lov,'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKZhBWjxiv4/TeTDNeclEtI/AAAAAAAACiM/DDbGGegS2Ro/s72-c/tumblr_lh96xfkrUA1qeb0zio1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-1466716294695925337</id><published>2011-06-23T09:05:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T14:30:21.221-03:00</updated><title type='text'>#DO100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_1yTYz2rPm8/TgMr0Gt6apI/AAAAAAAACis/aV3o1dk-OZA/s1600/davidogilvy1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_1yTYz2rPm8/TgMr0Gt6apI/AAAAAAAACis/aV3o1dk-OZA/s320/davidogilvy1.jpg" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;David Ogilvy é considerado um dos cinco gigantes que desenvolveram o mercado da comunicação após a década de 1920, ao lado de Raymond Rubicam, Leo Burnett, William Bernbach e Ted Bates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Em 1948, David Ogilvy fundou a agência que hoje é conhecida como Ogilvy &amp;amp; Mather. Começando sem um único cliente e com apenas dois funcionários, transformou a empresa numa das seis maiores networks da publicidade mundial. Atualmente, a Ogilvy &amp;amp; Mather possui 359 escritórios em 100 países.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Talvez mais do que qualquer outra agência, a Ogilvy &amp;amp; Mather desenvolveu-se ao longo dos anos baseando-se em princípios que refletem as visões de seu fundador. David definiu esses princípios no início da sua carreira e nunca mais se afastou deles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;David Ogilvy foi um excepcional copywriter, pessoalmente responsável por algumas das melhores e mais eficazes campanhas publicitárias da História. Entre elas destacam-se “O homem da camisa Hathaway”, a série de anúncios para a Schweppes apresentando o “Comandante Whitehead”, as peças criadas para o sabonete Dove e para a cerveja Guinness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi autor de um memorável anúncio para a Rolls Royce, que trazia talvez o melhor título já escrito para a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;publicidade de automóveis: “A 60 milhas por hora, o ruído mais alto do novo Rolls-Royce vem do relógio elétrico”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O seu primeiro livro, “Confissões de um Publicitário”, publicado em 1963, tornou-se o maior best-seller já feito sobre publicidade. Em 1973, David publicou uma autobiografia, “Sangue, Cérebro e Cerveja”. E, dez anos depois, “Ogilvy on Advertising” ampliou as suas opiniões sobre a publicidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;David Mackenzie Ogilvy nasceu em West Horsley, Inglaterra, no dia 23 de Junho de 1911. Freqüentou o Colégio de Fettes, em Edimburgo, e Christ Church, em Oxford. Não se graduou em Oxford, conforme confessou anos mais tarde, porque foi expulso. Foi essa a grande falha da sua vida: ”Pensava que iria tornar-me uma estrela em Oxford. E, pelo contrário, fui expulso de lá. Simplesmente não passei nos exames”. Depois de Oxford foi para Paris, onde trabalhou na famosa cozinha do Hotel Majestic. Monsieur Pitard, o “chef de cuisine”, causou-lhe forte impressão e ajudou-o a formar as suas teorias de administração. Quando regressou a Inglaterra, trabalhou como vendedor porta-a-porta dos fogões Aga. Em 1935, escreveu um guia para os vendedores da Aga que foi posteriormente classificado pela revista Fortune como “provavelmente o melhor manual de vendas já escrito”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nesse guia, o jovem autor de apenas 24 anos fornecia alguns conselhos que viriam a eternizar-se: “Quanto mais potenciais clientes visitar, mais oportunidades de venda surgirão e, conseqüentemente, mais pedidos irá conseguir. Mas nunca confunda o volume de vendas com a qualidade da venda”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Emigrando para os Estados Unidos em 1938, torna-se diretor associado do Instituto de Pesquisa e Audiência George Gallup, em Princeton. David Ogilvy cita Gallup como tendo exercido uma das maiores influências no seu modo de pensar. Os métodos de pesquisa rigorosos e a devoção de Gallup pela realidade tornaram-se características marcantes nas ideias de David.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Durante a II Guerra Mundial, trabalhou para a Coordenação de Segurança Britânica, servindo como segundo secretário na Embaixada Britânica em Washington. David Ogilvy reportava a Sir William Stephenson, com quem aprendeu nomeadamente a arte de comunicar através de notas concisas, curtas, extremamente objetivas. Memorandos para Sir William eram rapidamente devolvidos ao remetente com uma das seguintes três palavras, escritas à mão, no alto da página: “SIM”, “NÃO” ou “FALAR”… Neste último caso, David Ogilvy iria vê-lo para discutir o assunto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois da Guerra, David Ogilvy viveu numa comunidade Amish no Condado de Lancaster, Pensilvânia,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;trabalhando como fazendeiro. Em 1948, fundou em Nova Iorque a agência de publicidade Ogilvy, Benson; Mather, com o suporte financeiro da agência londrina Mather; Crowther. Trinta e três anos depois, enviou o seguinte memo a um dos seus sócios:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“Alguma agência irá contratar este homem? Ele tem 38 anos, está desempregado. Foi expulso do colégio. Foi cozinheiro, vendedor, diplomata e fazendeiro. Não sabe nada de marketing e nunca sequer escreveu um texto de publicidade. Diz estar interessado em iniciar a carreira de publicitário (aos 38 anos!) e está pronto para trabalhar por US$ 5.000 por ano. Duvido que alguma agência americana o contrate. Contudo, uma agência de Londres acabou realmente por contratá-lo. Três anos depois, tornou-se no mais famoso redator publicitário do mundo e, neste momento, possui a 10ª maior agência de publicidade a nível mundial. Moral da história: algumas vezes, esta é a recompensa por uma agência ser tão criativa e não ortodoxa ao contratar pessoas. D.O.”&amp;nbsp;Em 1987, a Ogilvy foi comprada pelo grupo britânico WPP por US$ 864 milhões. A aquisição tornou o WPP – que já possuía a J.W. Thompson e outras empresas do setor – a maior companhia de serviços de marketing e comunicação do mundo. Martin Sorrell, executivo chefe do WPP, pediu a David para assumir o posto de chairman da holding, cargo que ocupou durante três anos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;David Ogilvy nasceu em 1911, começou na publicidade em 1935 e faleceu em 21 de julho de 1999.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal Tahoma; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/7925776445387559996-1466716294695925337?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/1466716294695925337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=1466716294695925337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1466716294695925337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1466716294695925337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/06/do100.html' title='#DO100'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_1yTYz2rPm8/TgMr0Gt6apI/AAAAAAAACis/aV3o1dk-OZA/s72-c/davidogilvy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-1091495216913644065</id><published>2011-06-19T17:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T17:03:06.901-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Não se perca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpHdSkGzf20/Tf5VPoMrfVI/AAAAAAAACio/dZ-eDHIiIsU/s1600/thing.24375210.l_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpHdSkGzf20/Tf5VPoMrfVI/AAAAAAAACio/dZ-eDHIiIsU/s320/thing.24375210.l_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Ninguém precisa se assustar com a distância, os afastamentos que acontecem. Tudo volta! E voltam mais bonitas, mais maduras, voltam quando tem que voltar, voltam quando é pra ser.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acontece que entre ainda-não-é-hora e nossa-hora-chegou, muita gente se perde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Verdana; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Verdana; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Verdana; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não se perca viu!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-1091495216913644065?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/1091495216913644065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=1091495216913644065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1091495216913644065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1091495216913644065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/06/nao-se-perca.html' title='Não se perca'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpHdSkGzf20/Tf5VPoMrfVI/AAAAAAAACio/dZ-eDHIiIsU/s72-c/thing.24375210.l_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-4297505901915789215</id><published>2011-06-19T09:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:55:43.628-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>tomara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2XC8ropRFM/TgdIUyurcjI/AAAAAAAACi0/_-iiTG2Xo50/s1600/tumblr_lmw3lzO69R1qirt82o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2XC8ropRFM/TgdIUyurcjI/AAAAAAAACi0/_-iiTG2Xo50/s320/tumblr_lmw3lzO69R1qirt82o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;"Tomara que os olhos de inverno das circunstâncias mais doídas não sejam capazes de encobrir por muito tempo os nossos olhos de sol. Que toda vez que o nosso coração se resfriar à beça, e a respiração se fizer áspera demais, a gente possa descobrir maneiras para cuidar dele com o carinho todo que ele merece. Que lá no fundo nos reste sempre uma brecha qualquer, ínfima, tímida, para ver também um bocadinho de céu. Tomara que os nossos enganos mais devastadores não nos roubem o entusiasmo para semear de novo. Que a lembrança dos pés feridos quando, valentes, descalçamos os sentimentos, não nos tire a coragem de sentir confiança. Que sempre que doer muito, os cansaços da gente encontrem um lugar de paz para descansar na varanda mais calma da nossa mente. Que o medo exista, porque ele existe, mas que não tenha tamanho para ceifar o nosso momento. Tomara que a gente não desista de ser quem é por nada nem ninguém deste mundo. Que a gente reconheça o poder do outro sem esquecer do nosso. Que as mentiras alheias não confundam as nossas verdades, mesmo que as mentiras e as verdades sejam impermanentes. Que friagem nenhuma seja capaz de encabular o nosso calor mais bonito. Que, mesmo quando estivermos doendo, não percamos de vista nem de sonho a ideia da alegria. Tomara que apesar dos apesares, a gente continue tendo valentia suficiente para não abrir mão de se sentir feliz."&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/7925776445387559996-4297505901915789215?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/4297505901915789215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=4297505901915789215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4297505901915789215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4297505901915789215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='tomara!'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2XC8ropRFM/TgdIUyurcjI/AAAAAAAACi0/_-iiTG2Xo50/s72-c/tumblr_lmw3lzO69R1qirt82o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-646719289236556859</id><published>2011-06-17T10:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T23:22:45.224-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Procurando seu par</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCcyBEkAVNw/TfDG4zejGqI/AAAAAAAACiY/k-ijnvt5Dv8/s1600/tumblr_lmhtzpf2Fu1qjq6mzo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCcyBEkAVNw/TfDG4zejGqI/AAAAAAAACiY/k-ijnvt5Dv8/s320/tumblr_lmhtzpf2Fu1qjq6mzo1_500_large.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Você fez disparar o meu coração com um simples olhar. Cantares 4:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A singularidade e a beleza dessas palavras só podem ser comparadas aos impulsos poéticos dos bons escritores do tempo do romantismo. Mas elas estão num livro que tem nome superlativo: “O Cântico dos Cânticos” (Ct 1:1). Uma olhadinha, uma piscadinha de leve, um olhar insinuante. Tudo está dentro da tática da conquista. Mas será que isso é suficiente para começar um namoro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A fim de ajudar os mais tímidos e indecisos na procura de um par, existem hoje, só nos Estados Unidos, mais de três mil agências de casamento. E a cada mês, ao redor do mundo, três bilhões de pessoas visitam sites em busca de um par. Além dessas agências de casamento, existem ainda 120 milhões de sites com a palavra “amor”. Será que Deus tem uma agência de casamentos no Céu? Será que Ele vai apertar em Seu computador um mínimo de dez dígitos do lado masculino e dez do lado feminino e os dois vão sair de onde estiverem para se encontrar? Será que os jovens e solteiros cristãos de hoje pedem a Deus que os dirija na escolha do parceiro? Ou primeiro consultam os amigos, suas preferências pessoais, e depois perguntam: “Então, Senhor, acha que vai dar certo? Se for, por favor, me envie um e-mail dizendo: ‘É ela! Pode começar!’” Será que estamos dispostos a submeter de verdade a Deus nossa vida sentimental?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se Deus não for convidado para um processo tão importante como é o namoro, o resultado pode ser desastroso. Muitos não querem começar o namoro por causa do risco e da dor em potencial que isso envolve, mas como faz parte da vida crescer, errar, acertar, temos que arriscar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A quem consultamos para a escolha do par? C. S. Lewis escreveu uma vez para um amigo: “Eu não duvido de que o Espírito Santo guia suas decisões internas quando você as toma com intenção de agradar a Deus. O erro seria pensar que Ele fala só do nosso interior, quando em realidade Ele fala também através das Escrituras, da igreja, dos amigos cristãos, livros, etc.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sua fonte de consultas é imensa para que você possa errar menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;extraído das meditações diárias de &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cpb.com.br/htdocs/periodicos/medmat/2011/frmd2011.html#9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoje&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7925776445387559996-646719289236556859?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/646719289236556859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=646719289236556859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/646719289236556859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/646719289236556859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/06/procurando-seu-par.html' title='Procurando seu par'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xCcyBEkAVNw/TfDG4zejGqI/AAAAAAAACiY/k-ijnvt5Dv8/s72-c/tumblr_lmhtzpf2Fu1qjq6mzo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-5376774780047803770</id><published>2011-05-28T23:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T18:55:57.962-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Vai coração !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4CHOKhtqoE/TdsRknq8K5I/AAAAAAAACiE/bLa_cY0Qq6Y/s1600/tumblr_lkrht0fNFm1qclljoo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4CHOKhtqoE/TdsRknq8K5I/AAAAAAAACiE/bLa_cY0Qq6Y/s320/tumblr_lkrht0fNFm1qclljoo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #191919; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Liberdade de voar num horizonte qualquer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;liberdade de pousar onde o coração quiser."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #191919; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #191919; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-5376774780047803770?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/5376774780047803770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=5376774780047803770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5376774780047803770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5376774780047803770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/05/vai-coracao.html' title='Vai coração !'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4CHOKhtqoE/TdsRknq8K5I/AAAAAAAACiE/bLa_cY0Qq6Y/s72-c/tumblr_lkrht0fNFm1qclljoo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-5446088515242562164</id><published>2011-05-18T13:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:31:26.773-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>desabafo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MaWvcbq5H-w/TiTjwObhkiI/AAAAAAAACk8/NPSU8WP1N3M/s1600/tumblr_lmu1apV8nN1qcxukbo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MaWvcbq5H-w/TiTjwObhkiI/AAAAAAAACk8/NPSU8WP1N3M/s320/tumblr_lmu1apV8nN1qcxukbo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;u ando tão cansada, não digo cansada dessa vida, mas cansada de aceitar essa vida, sabendo que se pode buscar outra, e eu ando tão perdida, não digo perdida de não saber para onde ir, mas perdida de saber para onde ir e não conseguir chegar lá, e eu ando tão quebrada, não digo quebrada de cansaço, mas quebrada de estar em todo lugar, de deixar partes minhas em cada lugar que eu passo. E eu ando tão feliz, não digo feliz de super se exaltar, mas feliz de poder dizer que estou feliz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;eliz por poder dizer que eu cansei de me perder.&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/7925776445387559996-5446088515242562164?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/5446088515242562164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=5446088515242562164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5446088515242562164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5446088515242562164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/06/desabafo.html' title='desabafo'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MaWvcbq5H-w/TiTjwObhkiI/AAAAAAAACk8/NPSU8WP1N3M/s72-c/tumblr_lmu1apV8nN1qcxukbo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-8177548863567443881</id><published>2011-05-17T20:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:11:05.968-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpVrP5Auk1s/TdMKpoT6BpI/AAAAAAAACh8/aCZfnwhQ-4Q/s1600/577c92eba56d2c213954ffe97c506b92_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpVrP5Auk1s/TdMKpoT6BpI/AAAAAAAACh8/aCZfnwhQ-4Q/s320/577c92eba56d2c213954ffe97c506b92_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fico imaginado onde, como, quando. Ninguém sabe nada ainda, pra nós dois o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mundo inteiro é um pequeno guarda-chuva que não conseguimos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dividir sem molhar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu penso mesmo em você e essas coisas? Claro que sim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Não é incrível pensar que lá fora existe alguém que está perto apesar de longe, que ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;olha de um jeito que te faz sorrir? Pois é ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;e agora uma resposta simples&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;pra uma pergunta simples. Você vem?&amp;nbsp;&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/7925776445387559996-8177548863567443881?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/8177548863567443881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=8177548863567443881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8177548863567443881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8177548863567443881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HpVrP5Auk1s/TdMKpoT6BpI/AAAAAAAACh8/aCZfnwhQ-4Q/s72-c/577c92eba56d2c213954ffe97c506b92_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-9199482750460374245</id><published>2011-05-08T21:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:59:38.571-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>ainda sinto (algo de você)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #339999;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf" height="117" style="height: 117px; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A um passo de você&lt;br /&gt;Medo de decidir&lt;br /&gt;Medo de mim&lt;br /&gt;De tudo aquilo que não sei&lt;br /&gt;De tudo aquilo que não tenho&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sentir (que)&lt;br /&gt;Nas flores entre o asfalto&lt;br /&gt;Nos céus de cobalto tem&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto (que)&lt;br /&gt;Nos sonhos com um choro no fundo&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias de silêncio tem&lt;br /&gt;Algo de você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-9199482750460374245?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/9199482750460374245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=9199482750460374245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/9199482750460374245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/9199482750460374245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/05/un-senso-di-te_26.html' title='ainda sinto (algo de você)'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-363217956627464622</id><published>2011-05-08T19:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T19:39:20.209-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens escolhidas'/><title type='text'>Sob Suas asas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/Sq4N90gNPKI/AAAAAAAABl8/1fR9UYQcT8E/s1600-h/OgAAAOfBz0C7R3attJK8JJXKE9eRSWyXaH7V1eAy9JaIPFXa52o7y8ENzJii7eNDGTP5wtd-wBUHkh-WeeOcj_VfiEMAm1T1UI-oISwttODamhY6Iyjx0-rFimqc+(1).jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381253960471231650" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/Sq4N90gNPKI/AAAAAAAABl8/1fR9UYQcT8E/s400/OgAAAOfBz0C7R3attJK8JJXKE9eRSWyXaH7V1eAy9JaIPFXa52o7y8ENzJii7eNDGTP5wtd-wBUHkh-WeeOcj_VfiEMAm1T1UI-oISwttODamhY6Iyjx0-rFimqc+(1).jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 400px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 282px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eu quase me entreguei. Eu quase me perdi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Este dia quase passou batido por mim.&lt;br /&gt;O ar passou entre minhas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase fugi. Quase chorei.&lt;br /&gt;Quase joguei fora a preocupação no vento.&lt;br /&gt;A minha felicidade, eu quase neguei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase ... então ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu senti uma pincelada de amor no meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Asas me envolveram num abraço acolhedor.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ouvi um suspiro em meu ouvido ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nunca desista, Eu estou bem aqui.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&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: #999999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt; (Salmos 91:4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&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/7925776445387559996-363217956627464622?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/363217956627464622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=363217956627464622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/363217956627464622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/363217956627464622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2009/09/eu-quase-me-entreguei.html' title='Sob Suas asas'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/Sq4N90gNPKI/AAAAAAAABl8/1fR9UYQcT8E/s72-c/OgAAAOfBz0C7R3attJK8JJXKE9eRSWyXaH7V1eAy9JaIPFXa52o7y8ENzJii7eNDGTP5wtd-wBUHkh-WeeOcj_VfiEMAm1T1UI-oISwttODamhY6Iyjx0-rFimqc+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-3048983859781569060</id><published>2011-03-20T15:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:26:10.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'>carpe diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque essa expressão tão difundida nunca foi tão importante pra mim, quanto nos dias de hoje&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2cKCE4xQdhI/TYZEghShf_I/AAAAAAAACgc/RDyyxaukvio/s1600/tumblr_lhdsovm8SO1qbycm1o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2cKCE4xQdhI/TYZEghShf_I/AAAAAAAACgc/RDyyxaukvio/s320/tumblr_lhdsovm8SO1qbycm1o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Nas peripécias diárias para tornar a sua vida e vida dos amigos mais alegres, faço um convite para aproveitar o dia, pois de inveja o tempo voa enquanto você lê este texto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vivemos em uma época em que intensidade não é exatamente a palavra para definir o meu estilo de vida. A fantasia do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;carpe diem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;esta relacionado as expectativas da vida, a verdade é que difícil viver sem a perspectiva de um amanhã.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem violar a cartilha dos bons costumes dos moralistas e claro que dos cristãos também, todos podem se deleitar com pequenas aventuras cotidianas, os breves instantes em que nos entregamos aos momentos. Estou querendo dizer desses pequenos momentos especiais, que fazem a vida valer a pena. Conversar com um amigo, de preferência no fim da tarde, já é um motivo para sorrir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A idéia de que hoje pode ser o último dia de nossas vidas tende a ser angustiante, mas também pode ser libertadora à medida que nos convida a degustar nossas pequenas doses diárias de felicidade. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7925776445387559996-3048983859781569060?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/3048983859781569060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=3048983859781569060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3048983859781569060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3048983859781569060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/03/carpe-diem.html' title='carpe diem'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-2cKCE4xQdhI/TYZEghShf_I/AAAAAAAACgc/RDyyxaukvio/s72-c/tumblr_lhdsovm8SO1qbycm1o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-2527072239704022996</id><published>2011-03-20T13:26:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:27:33.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pensando bem ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ym0rCjZL04A/TYYrin0W3UI/AAAAAAAACgU/0xoi5DxN5eM/s1600/tumblr_l83w1e7QtS1qaouvno1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ym0rCjZL04A/TYYrin0W3UI/AAAAAAAACgU/0xoi5DxN5eM/s320/tumblr_l83w1e7QtS1qaouvno1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A disciplina não aprisiona; é, antes de tudo, um instrumento de libertação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser inteligente não é suficiente, é necessário usar a inteligência para, produzir benefício. Aliás, a inteligência é reconhecida exatamente pelo seu uso, e não por sua simples existência. Você certamente conhece alguém considerado inteligente por sua memória, seu conhecimento ou por sua capacidade lógica que, apesar disso, coleciona uma série de insucessos e erros cometidos em sua vida prática. Alto QI é como argila de boa qualidade, precisa ser trabalhada para se transformar em obra de arte, senão continua sendo apenas isso, argila de boa qualidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Inteligência é energia potencial. Habilidade é energia cinética.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O prazer puro e simples, como o de brincar simplesmente, sem vincular a brincadeira a nada além de alegria é querer se dar o direito de errar, de pedir perdão, aceitar e se feliz. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7925776445387559996-2527072239704022996?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/2527072239704022996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=2527072239704022996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2527072239704022996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2527072239704022996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/03/pensando-bem.html' title='pensando bem ...'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ym0rCjZL04A/TYYrin0W3UI/AAAAAAAACgU/0xoi5DxN5eM/s72-c/tumblr_l83w1e7QtS1qaouvno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-8633554837170672719</id><published>2011-03-17T19:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:02:05.587-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>um novo começo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQoOT_CdppE/TatlK19SVgI/AAAAAAAAChg/IV8sKzHU7a0/s1600/tumblr_ljqyi2hYnp1qf75j7o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQoOT_CdppE/TatlK19SVgI/AAAAAAAAChg/IV8sKzHU7a0/s400/tumblr_ljqyi2hYnp1qf75j7o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Sempre tem um jeito interessante de descobrir a graça que há nos recomeços, as vezes começamos pouca coisa de novo, e damos continuidade ao que já fazíamos, mantendo a rotina e construindo estabilidade. Mas às vezes acordamos de manhã e estamos em um novo lugar, ou iniciamos em um novo emprego, ou viramos a cabeça e vemos uma nova pessoa em nossa vida, a questão é sempre podemos começar de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há pouca coisa mais edificante pra mim, do que ter a oportunidade e se permitir a começar de novo, relevando as mágoas, engolindo as lágrimas e lançando um olhar otimista para o futuro. A descoberta, a aventura, o risco calculado, as possibilidades infinitas que a vida mais uma vez pode colocar diante dos seus pés.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Começar de novo é uma fantástica forma de libertação. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/7925776445387559996-8633554837170672719?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/8633554837170672719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=8633554837170672719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8633554837170672719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8633554837170672719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/04/um-novo-comeco.html' title='um novo começo'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQoOT_CdppE/TatlK19SVgI/AAAAAAAAChg/IV8sKzHU7a0/s72-c/tumblr_ljqyi2hYnp1qf75j7o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-24614402045254871</id><published>2011-03-15T16:04:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:21:59.641-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Os quatro amores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tA3kuWIFd6o/TX-5JpibT5I/AAAAAAAACgI/M6CjiMH1wO0/s1600/487e307c-5f11-4f46-9b65-7e2d8dafb757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584385638382915474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tA3kuWIFd6o/TX-5JpibT5I/AAAAAAAACgI/M6CjiMH1wO0/s320/487e307c-5f11-4f46-9b65-7e2d8dafb757.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;C.S.Lewis, divide o amor em quatro categorias, baseadas nas palavras gregas: afeição, amizade, eros e caridade. Mesmo sendo um livro de poucas páginas, demanda uma leitura calma, já que além de filosófico, é também teológico. Lógico que como romântica assumida, me atentei ao amor "eros". Lewis examina como cada um se combina aos demais, sem perder de vista a diferença necessária e real entre eles, ele nos adverte também dos enganos e distorções que podem tornar os três primeiros amores - os amores naturais - perigosos sem a graça suavizante da caridade, do amor divino que deve constituir a somatória e o objetivo de todos os demais.&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo um dos trechos do livro, em resumo recomendo muito a leitura, assim com outros livros do mesmo autor que muito me inspira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Quando descrevemos o que imaginamos, podemos convencer os outros – e as nós mesmos – de que realmente já estivemos lá. E, se apenas imaginei, será também ilusão o fato de que mesmo imaginar, em alguns momentos, faz com que todos os outros objetos de desejo – sim, inclusive a paz, inclusive deixar de ter medos – se pareçam com brinquedos quebrados e flores murchas? Para muitos de nós, talvez toda a experiência simplesmente defina, por assim dizer, a forma do vazio onde deveria estar nosso amor por Deus. Não é suficiente. Mas já é alguma coisa. Quando não podemos “praticar a presença de Deus”, já é alguma coisa praticar a ausência de Deus, ir tomando consciência de nossa inconsciência de Deus até nos sentirmos como um homem que está diante de uma grande catarata e não ouve nenhum ruído, ou um homem que, numa narrativa, se olha no espelho e não vê rosto algum, ou um homem que, num sonho, estende a mão para objetos visíveis e não sente tocá-los. Saber que está sonhando é já não estar perfeitamente adormecido."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;autor: c.s lewis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;editora: martins fontes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tempo de leitura: 1 semana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-24614402045254871?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/24614402045254871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=24614402045254871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/24614402045254871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/24614402045254871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/03/os-quatro-amores.html' title='Os quatro amores'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tA3kuWIFd6o/TX-5JpibT5I/AAAAAAAACgI/M6CjiMH1wO0/s72-c/487e307c-5f11-4f46-9b65-7e2d8dafb757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-4499781702161239769</id><published>2011-03-09T11:26:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:21:43.148-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>O grande amor de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nDwQlyt9w-c/TXeVsmvbRmI/AAAAAAAACf0/YVlRf0uXs6E/s1600/4959_4959_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582094856695268962" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nDwQlyt9w-c/TXeVsmvbRmI/AAAAAAAACf0/YVlRf0uXs6E/s320/4959_4959_5.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 198px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Imagine um homem que se depara com uma criança sendo espancada por delinqüentes. Ele se atira no meio da confusão, salva o menino e o leva para um hospital. O garoto recebe cuidados até se restabelecer. O homem paga o tratamento da criança. Descobre que a criança é órfã, a adota e lhe dá o seu nome. E então, certa noite, depois de meses,  o pai ouve o filho chorando no travesseiro. Ele vai até o filho e o pergunta o motivo de sua tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Estou preocupado, pai. Estou preocupado com o dia de amanhã. Onde vou conseguir comida para comer? Como vou comprar roupas para continuar aquecido ? E onde vou dormir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Com toda a razão, o pai fica preocupado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Eu não lhe mostrei? Você não entende? Arrisquei minha vida para salvá-lo. Dei meu dinheiro para tratá-lo. Você usa meu nome. Eu o chamei de meu filho. Eu faria tudo isso e depois não supriria suas necessidades ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Esta é a pergunta de Paulo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aquele que entregou seu Filho não supriria nossas necessidades ? (Romanos 8:32)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, ainda assim, nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;preocupamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;. Preocupamo-nos com a faculdade, com o trabalho, com um resfriado. Preocupamo-nos com a possibilidade de não termos dinheiro suficiente e, quando o temos, nos preocupamos porque não estamos certos de que conseguiremos adminstrá-lo bem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me diga honestamente: Deus salvou você, para que se preocupasse ? Ele o ensinaria a andar só para vê-lo cair ? Ele seria pregado na cruz por seus pecados e, depois, desprezaria suas orações ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ouça a resposta e firme seu futuro nas palavras de Paulo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Estou convencido de que nem a morte nem vida, nem anjos nem demônios, nem o presente nem o futuro, nem quaisquer poderes, nem altura nem profundidade, nem qualquer outra coisa na criação será capaz de nos separar do amor de Deis que está em Cristo Jesus, nosso Senhor" (Romanos 8:38,39).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-4499781702161239769?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/4499781702161239769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=4499781702161239769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4499781702161239769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4499781702161239769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/03/o-grande-amor-de-deus.html' title='O grande amor de Deus'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nDwQlyt9w-c/TXeVsmvbRmI/AAAAAAAACf0/YVlRf0uXs6E/s72-c/4959_4959_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-3407452171260276578</id><published>2011-03-08T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T09:55:03.306-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Um pescador - [trio iglesias]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f6Bf2URzekU?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eu já estava exausto e cansado&lt;br /&gt;De ter trabalhado em vão&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos estavam ardendo&lt;br /&gt;E eu só queria ir pra casa&lt;br /&gt;Ofereci o meu barco a um homem&lt;br /&gt;Que estava a pregar para a multidão&lt;br /&gt;Ele me convidou a pescar&lt;br /&gt;Contra a minha vontade eu fui&lt;br /&gt;O que aconteceu foi bem mais que um milagre&lt;br /&gt;Que mudou aquele dia&lt;br /&gt;Que mudou a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Vi a imagem do Deus invisível&lt;br /&gt;Que te olha escondendo um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Pois Ele está pronto a te dar um presente&lt;br /&gt;Mais que uma rede lotada de peixes&lt;br /&gt;Ele não quis me ensinar a pescar&lt;br /&gt;Mas na verdade ensinar-me a viver&lt;br /&gt;Cristo te olha com os mesmos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Que transformaram um pescador&lt;br /&gt;É Quando penso que não há mais jeito&lt;br /&gt;Que Ele aparece sorrindo e me diz:&lt;br /&gt;“Vamos agora fazer do meu jeito,&lt;br /&gt;pois esse é o caminho pra ser feliz”&lt;br /&gt;É nos momentos que penso ser fraco&lt;br /&gt;Que na verdade mais forte estou&lt;br /&gt;Pois nessas horas meu Deus vem e age&lt;br /&gt;E deixa sua marca dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-3407452171260276578?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/3407452171260276578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=3407452171260276578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3407452171260276578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3407452171260276578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/03/pescador.html' title='Um pescador - [trio iglesias]'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/f6Bf2URzekU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-3207073338182005656</id><published>2011-03-08T07:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:16:52.414-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>take care ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BgFkqmMm7O4/TZMFSNuIKcI/AAAAAAAACgs/MCcYKljGoIg/s1600/tumblr_kzr9bnEXDr1qzv9zyo1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BgFkqmMm7O4/TZMFSNuIKcI/AAAAAAAACgs/MCcYKljGoIg/s320/tumblr_kzr9bnEXDr1qzv9zyo1_500_large.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sei que mesmo todas as situações da vida e de todo entendimento que possuímos, somos incapazes de entender tanto carinho e cumplicidade que involuntariamente surgiu entre nós.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O bem que você me faz não tem explicação e às vezes até me pego pensando se não seria isso que chamam de "destino" essas histórias inesperadas ! Foi um presente que surgiu de onde menos esperava. Obrigada pelo sorriso constante plantado no meu rosto e pela confiança de que tudo será melhor... (e está sendo).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Imaginar que tudo começou com "mas comigo pode contar sempre ...."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Menino sorriso, sinto-me bem contigo. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&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/7925776445387559996-3207073338182005656?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/3207073338182005656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=3207073338182005656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3207073338182005656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3207073338182005656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/03/take-care.html' title='take care ;)'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BgFkqmMm7O4/TZMFSNuIKcI/AAAAAAAACgs/MCcYKljGoIg/s72-c/tumblr_kzr9bnEXDr1qzv9zyo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-6091382468697585173</id><published>2011-02-17T23:26:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T12:14:27.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'>#best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_ICONqyIzY/TV3KvvZW4lI/AAAAAAAACfs/grMIwDEhH1Y/s1600/OgAAACNylQq912GSRoNTmDLLqonxqc0RXfX2kjbdhqhLw0PCg10UV-YC5hS8lPDWB7akdA6Kj1UjdiSUgzKfxHBVx-cAm1T1UIot3gL4LfmYOGcaokuCtyA5Rj2j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_ICONqyIzY/TV3KvvZW4lI/AAAAAAAACfs/grMIwDEhH1Y/s320/OgAAACNylQq912GSRoNTmDLLqonxqc0RXfX2kjbdhqhLw0PCg10UV-YC5hS8lPDWB7akdA6Kj1UjdiSUgzKfxHBVx-cAm1T1UIot3gL4LfmYOGcaokuCtyA5Rj2j.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574834835280028242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="p1" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas agora ela não só sabe que vai, como também passou a acreditar fielmente que cada minuto aqui é precioso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Nada podera mantê-la longe das amizades verdadeiras que construiu até aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Preciso também que saibas sempre desse tanto absurdo que gosto de você e que te quero sempre presente na minha vida, best ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;lov u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 18px; font: normal normal normal 13px/normal Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-6091382468697585173?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/6091382468697585173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=6091382468697585173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6091382468697585173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6091382468697585173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/02/best.html' title='#best'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_ICONqyIzY/TV3KvvZW4lI/AAAAAAAACfs/grMIwDEhH1Y/s72-c/OgAAACNylQq912GSRoNTmDLLqonxqc0RXfX2kjbdhqhLw0PCg10UV-YC5hS8lPDWB7akdA6Kj1UjdiSUgzKfxHBVx-cAm1T1UIot3gL4LfmYOGcaokuCtyA5Rj2j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-7361442525697279466</id><published>2011-02-16T08:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:51:11.106-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>a promessa - [pedro valença]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 13px/16px &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;embed border="0" flashvars="mycolor=E3E3D8&amp;amp;mycolor2=72B0B4&amp;amp;mycolor3=007C8F&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false" height="117" name="myflashfetish" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" salign="TL" src="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf?myid=79958024&amp;amp;path=2011/04/10" style="height: 117px; visibility: visible; width: 240px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="240" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px/16px &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tão difícil é viver neste mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tão estreito é o caminho a seguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;São tantas as barreiras que tenho que enfrentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E cansado já estou de tanta dor e tanto sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px/16px &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas a promessa de Deus é maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E Ele mesmo já venceu numa cruz por nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E com isso Deus nos dá forças pra enfrentar as provações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E a vitória alcançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px/16px &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não desistirei jamais de lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois meu Cristo prometeu ao meu lado sempre estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu confio em Sua palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que conforta o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E quando em tristezas eu posso me lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px/16px &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que a promessa de Deus é maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E Ele mesmo já venceu numa cruz por nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E com isso Deus nos dá forças pra enfrentar as provações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E a vitória alcançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px/16px &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E ao abraçar o meu Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não lembrarei o que passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E toda lágrima caída será recompensada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Com a glória de viver com Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px/16px &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A promessa de Deus é maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E Ele mesmo já venceu numa cruz por nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E com isso Deus nos dá forças pra enfrentar as provações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E a vitória alcançar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13px/16px &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; margin: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A promessa é maior!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/7925776445387559996-7361442525697279466?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/7361442525697279466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=7361442525697279466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/7361442525697279466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/7361442525697279466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/04/promessa-pedro-valenca.html' title='a promessa - [pedro valença]'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-4533203151585295129</id><published>2011-01-25T11:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T10:46:54.621-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>gabs,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwAOnt2Nlks/TaWsvUm6foI/AAAAAAAAChQ/no2DEKxqBhA/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwAOnt2Nlks/TaWsvUm6foI/AAAAAAAAChQ/no2DEKxqBhA/s1600/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;﻿Não acontece sempre, mas há a chance de encontrar alguém especial na sua vida. Alguém em quem depositar aquele caminhão de risadas, de notícias, do novo aspirante a namorado, e ficar entulhados juntos na bagunça da sua vida. Um amigo que te dá colo, te dá esperança, te oferece um conselho e certas vezes até sente ciúme de você. Dividem tudo, até mesmo o silêncio, basta estarem lado a lado pra se divertirem, riem dos vídeos meio besta (porrãn) que encontram na internet, falam dos dramas da vida escutando aquela música na praça depois do almoço, riem de todo mundo achar que já deram uns beijos - ao passo que nunca seria possível e suportável acontecer nada entre vocês -, de querer estar acompanhados quando estão sozinhos, de rir alto pra mostrar que não estão nem aí pra aquele antigo cara que já é ex, comem chocolate como se fosse o último do mundo, que divide aquele momento chato de quando acaba um relacionamento que poucos tem a delicadeza e intimidade para dividirem, que sente saudades um do outro quando não se vêem há uma semana, que sente necessidade de contar tudo o que acontece na vida e quer poder escutar sempre o que acontece também - porque sentimos falta de escutar os comentários mais absurdamente sinceros do mundo. Que dão risadas pensando que, há um anos atrás, nem sabiam da existência do outro, que já passamos perrengues, que já procuramos por querer contar um segredo que em que só o outro te entenderia para poder ouvir, que nunca se magoaram, nunca brigaram e que temos certeza de presença um do outro no futuro, que é amor mas que não precisamos falar a todo momento, que nos&amp;nbsp;entendemos mutuamente e que quando estamos com o peito apertado, cada um fala sua parte meio zumbi em escutar a do outro, mas setindo-se bem só em ter pra quem falar, que encorajamos um a outro a continuar mesmo na frustração porque algo bom virá e que já me fiz desistir quando sabia que eu iria mais sofrer do que ser feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Vale a pena viver pra seu sorriso, vale a pena falar besteira pra rir da sua risada, valeu a pena encontrar alguém assim como você, "acertei no pulo quando te encontrei." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho tato necessário pra fazer você gabs, feliz e não deixá-lo ir embora. É natural as pessoas se perderem, mas apenas quando não existe mais essência pra amizade prevalecer e temos essa mágica que faz morrer de rir da desgraça um do outro, sendo feliz de verdade por este momento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Certas amizades raras como a nossa, a gente sabe, foram feitas pra durarem pra sempre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bjinhus meu chicletinho de todos os dias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;texto adaptado do &lt;a href="http://clarissalamega.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-melhor-amigo.html"&gt;blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/7925776445387559996-4533203151585295129?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/4533203151585295129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=4533203151585295129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4533203151585295129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4533203151585295129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/04/gabs.html' title='gabs,'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cwAOnt2Nlks/TaWsvUm6foI/AAAAAAAAChQ/no2DEKxqBhA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-6969520666135930012</id><published>2011-01-21T11:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:02:30.962-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>Akedah - [André e Tiago Arrais]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="0" src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEzMDA3MTc4MjQ5MDYmcHQ9MTMwMDcxNzgyNzkwNiZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTlkZDE2OGJmYTYzMDQyMDQ4ZTdk/ZTNjMzZjOWVhOWQw.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed border="0" flashvars="mycolor=E0FAD7&amp;amp;mycolor2=D4A7EB&amp;amp;mycolor3=EBA7C4&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false" height="117" name="myflashfetish" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" salign="TL" src="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf?myid=78982482&amp;amp;path=2011/03/21" style="height: 117px; visibility: visible; width: 240px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="240" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Disse Deus, o provarei para ver se ele é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra que ele entenda o que ira passar no coração de um pai, que sofre ao prover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que ele subirá uma montanha carregando a lenha e o sacrifício, do seu filho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E que veja a promessa agora e não só no final de toda história. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que o seu Deus proverá, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acorda cedo Abraão, sem entender está visão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Junta tudo que o Senhor pediu e ao terceiro dia chega lá, Moriah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dizendo eu subirei esta montanha carregando a esperança comigo, o meu filho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me mostre a promessa agora e não só no final de toda história. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que o meu Deus proverá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Levante os olhos Abraão e veja, a minha graça te alcançou, enfim não temas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Veja pois o dia vem em que entregarei também meu filho, amado filho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu subirei uma montanha carregando a esperança do mundo, o meu filho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Entenda a promessa agora eu faço nova toda essa história, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que seu Deus, proverá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7925776445387559996-6969520666135930012?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/6969520666135930012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=6969520666135930012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6969520666135930012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6969520666135930012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/03/akedah-andre-e-tiago-arrais.html' title='Akedah - [André e Tiago Arrais]'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-9180663683814060341</id><published>2011-01-16T20:28:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:20:58.795-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens escolhidas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vídeos'/><title type='text'>moinho de vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/12377177" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(70, 70, 70); font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;D-us transformou o meu deserto em um jardim secreto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;um lugar de intimidade com Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confiança [salmos 37:05]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-9180663683814060341?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/9180663683814060341/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=9180663683814060341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/9180663683814060341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/9180663683814060341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/01/moinho-de-vento.html' title='moinho de vento'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-4615849219612746031</id><published>2011-01-16T10:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:12:58.115-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>a livre escolha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #404040; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comentariojovem.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/tumblr_l8kszfOc601qcj7k0o1_500_large.jpg" style="color: #ce1433; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-1254" height="300" src="http://www.comentariojovem.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/tumblr_l8kszfOc601qcj7k0o1_500_large-300x300.jpg" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; display: block; margin: 5px auto; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="tumblr_l8kszfOc601qcj7k0o1_500_large" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #404040; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A perda que sofreu de todos os privilégios celestiais, parece demais para suportar e Satanás deseja recuperá-los de alguma maneira, procurou reintegração, Cristo chorou pois ao negar o seu pedido sabia que as sementes da rebelião ainda estavam nele. Deus sabia que tão determinado rebelião não permaneceria inativa. Satanás inventaria meios para importunar os anjos celestiais e mostrar desdém por Sua autoridade, porém então depois deste momento e com todo empenho criou uma conspiração contra a família humana, levá-los a desobedecer aos mandamentos de Deus, e então fazê-los crer que estão entrando num maravilhoso campos de saber e foi assim que Satanás desejou infundir a idéia de que pelo comer da árvore proibida eles receberiam uma nova e mais nobre espécie de conhecimento do que até então tinham alcançado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #404040; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Este tem sido seu trabalho especial, desde a queda – levar o homem a forçar a porta dos segredos de Deus e não estar satisfeito com o que Deus tem revelado, e não cuidar de obedecer ao que Ele tem ordenado.&lt;br /&gt;Eva assim como alguns de nós pensava ter capacidade própria para decidir entre o certo e o errado. A enganadora esperança de entrada num mais elevado estado de conhecimento levou-a a pensar que a serpente era um amigo especial, que tinha grande interesse em sua prosperidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #404040; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe queridos, por mais que já tenhamos ouvido que essa atitude de Eva nos trouxe conseqüências até os dias de hoje, fica claro que ainda somos pessoas em potêncial a continuar cometendo erros e escolhas mal feitas, aguçadas pelo nosso desejo de curiosidade, talvez se ela tivesse procurado o marido, as palavras da serpente teriam sido imediatamente livrados da tentação.&lt;br /&gt;Deus da a livre escolha ao homem, mesmo nos amando o suficiente para permitir que façamos escolhas, mesmo que elas sejam pecaminosas e causem grandes danos a nós e a outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #404040; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Permitimos que Deus assuma a direção de nossas decisões, porém, o controle continua conosco. Tanto é verdade que no momento em que quisermos assumir, podemos fazê-lo. Devemos tomar as decisões importantes enquanto há tempo. Abraão teve que lidar com as consequências devido suas próprias decisões e sofreu com os resultados de livre escolha [GN 21:9-14].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #404040; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Sei o quanto é crucial que o ser humano tenha consciência do que é certo e do que é errado.O importante, que nunca devemos esquecer, é que, se cairmos, se fizermos as escolhas erradas, Deus não nos abandona. Por outro lado, o perigo é que podemos nos achar tão culpados, podemos nos considerar tão maus, que estejamos em perigo de desistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #404040; line-height: 18px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Repetidamente Deus nos diz:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mantenha seus pensamentos nas coisas do alto [CL 3:2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Somos livres para escolher em favor de Deus ou livres para decidir contra Ele.&amp;nbsp;Já nascemos andando na direção errada, que Deus esteja conosco no caminhar de outra direção. Amém&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/7925776445387559996-4615849219612746031?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/4615849219612746031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=4615849219612746031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4615849219612746031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4615849219612746031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/04/livre-escolha.html' title='a livre escolha'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-7948615580695477421</id><published>2011-01-03T07:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:58:33.828-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>Dias silenciosos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7yupbNC8HsI/Td-AqDPa_vI/AAAAAAAACiI/orRPfg-ebv8/s1600/8669_9023_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7yupbNC8HsI/Td-AqDPa_vI/AAAAAAAACiI/orRPfg-ebv8/s320/8669_9023_5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464646;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464646;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desde que o Senhor está perto, tudo é diferente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #464646;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #464646; font: 16.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você pode estar enfrentando o desemprego, mais não o está enfrentando sozinho, o Senhor está com você. Você pode estar enfrentando conflitos matrimoniais, mais não os está enfrentando sozinho, o Senhor está com você. Você pode estar enfrentando dívidas, mas não as está enfrentando sozinho; o Senhor está com você. Sublinhe estas palavras; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;você não está sozinho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A sua famíla pode votar-se contra você, mas Deus não. Seus amigos podem trair você, mais Deus não. Você pode sentir-se sozinho no deserto, mais não está. Ele está com você. E porque Ele está com você, tudo é diferente. Você é diferente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você vai de solitário a querido.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Quando você sabe que Deus o ama, não fica desesperado pelo amor dos outros. Você não mais será um comprador faminto no mercado. Você já foi ao mercado com o estômago vazio ? Você um alvo fácil. Você compra tudo o que não precisa. Não importa se é bom para você - você quer apenas encher a barriga. Quando você é solitário, faz o mesmo na vida: apanha coisas na prateleira, não porque precise delas, mas porque está faminto de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #464646; font: 16.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque o fazemos ? Porque tememos enfrentar a vida sozinhos. Por medo de que nada se encaixe, tomamos anti-depressivos. Por medo de parecer miseráveis, entramos em dívidas e compramos a casa. Por medo de passar despercebidos, vestimo-nos para seduzir ou impressionar. Por medo de dormir sozinho, dormimos com alguém. Por medo de não ser amado, buscamos amor em todos os lugares errados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #464646; font: 16.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não obstante, tudo isso muda quando descobrimos o perfeito amor de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #464646; font: 16.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3832ff; font: 16.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E o perfeito amor lança fora o medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6501;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[1jo 4.18]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #464646;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #464646; font: 16.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #464646; font: 16.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Solidão. Pode ser um dos mais finos presentes de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #464646; font: 16.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se uma temporada de isolamento é o modo DEle de ensinar você a ouvir sua canção, não acha que vale a pena ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #464646; font: 16.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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="color: #464646; font: 16.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/7925776445387559996-7948615580695477421?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/7948615580695477421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=7948615580695477421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/7948615580695477421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/7948615580695477421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/05/dias-silenciosos.html' title='Dias silenciosos'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7yupbNC8HsI/Td-AqDPa_vI/AAAAAAAACiI/orRPfg-ebv8/s72-c/8669_9023_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-2208687407818171127</id><published>2010-11-01T23:38:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:55:29.443-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>ღ doce novembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TM9usGW2_vI/AAAAAAAACd8/dYBNBLAbo4o/s1600/OgAAAOPGAi6PIs45tX9lL897BKYCsEuC30FHZO15mUI1zWN1Y8_vikuwunkmXpS8c5_0RzjcmS9pOI-C6nEs9HNEI-gAm1T1UNm1xiMp1e4uOmn4L9Gkz7OkAgOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TM9usGW2_vI/AAAAAAAACd8/dYBNBLAbo4o/s320/OgAAAOPGAi6PIs45tX9lL897BKYCsEuC30FHZO15mUI1zWN1Y8_vikuwunkmXpS8c5_0RzjcmS9pOI-C6nEs9HNEI-gAm1T1UNm1xiMp1e4uOmn4L9Gkz7OkAgOK.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534764170961420018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); "&gt;semeando amor perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7925776445387559996-2208687407818171127?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/2208687407818171127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=2208687407818171127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2208687407818171127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2208687407818171127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/11/doce-novembro.html' title='ღ doce novembro'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TM9usGW2_vI/AAAAAAAACd8/dYBNBLAbo4o/s72-c/OgAAAOPGAi6PIs45tX9lL897BKYCsEuC30FHZO15mUI1zWN1Y8_vikuwunkmXpS8c5_0RzjcmS9pOI-C6nEs9HNEI-gAm1T1UNm1xiMp1e4uOmn4L9Gkz7OkAgOK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-9156359752478103084</id><published>2010-10-31T21:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:53:59.255-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nooma'/><title type='text'>rod bell [02] - flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ao separar as chamas, nunca se alcança a satisfação. é como viver fora do plano que D-us criou para sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/13580874" width="400" height="265" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;que você tenha um respeito profundo pelo fato de ser um ente profundamente espiritual e misterioso e saiba que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;amor é no fundo algo extremamente espiritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; e que as três chamas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;foram feitas para queimar juntas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-9156359752478103084?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/9156359752478103084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=9156359752478103084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/9156359752478103084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/9156359752478103084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/01/rod-bell-02-flame.html' title='rod bell [02] - flame'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-2548435001577447132</id><published>2010-10-23T00:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:55:03.368-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>amor a Cristo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;O que é o amor senão uma relação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; diária com Aquele que nos ama incondicionalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S9Edl_dRZ3I/AAAAAAAACKc/4m6WFzB8QRE/s1600/200165555-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S9Edl_dRZ3I/AAAAAAAACKc/4m6WFzB8QRE/s320/200165555-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463180361503696754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Deus deseja um povo que O ame e O sirva de todo coração, de toda alma e de todo entendimento, o que Ele quer nos dizer é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;que tenhamos um relacionamento capaz de transformar nosso caráter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;e não simplesmente seguir doutrinas corretas. Era seu propósito fornecer a humanidade um plano mais elevado de experiência do que com as demais criaturas, pois somos especiais, e parte dessa qualidade especial é revelada na relação de amor que somos chamados a ter com Deus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ao tentarmos nos relacionar, podemos achar que Deus não fará diferença em nossa vida, mas a realidade é que podemos estar afastados de mais para senti-lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&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="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663300;"&gt;“não podemos avançar na experiência cristã enquanto não afastarmos de nosso caminho tudo quanto nos separe de Deus.” (EGW).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7925776445387559996-2548435001577447132?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/2548435001577447132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=2548435001577447132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2548435001577447132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2548435001577447132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/04/amor-cristo.html' title='amor a Cristo'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S9Edl_dRZ3I/AAAAAAAACKc/4m6WFzB8QRE/s72-c/200165555-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-2953798316654650335</id><published>2010-10-16T15:46:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:59:54.817-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><title type='text'>Leonardo Gonçalves - Avinu Malkenu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TLn0J_Hky-I/AAAAAAAACdM/yeIu3c_jsf8/s1600/2wck1u9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TLn0J_Hky-I/AAAAAAAACdM/yeIu3c_jsf8/s320/2wck1u9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528718469973199842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1. Avinu Malkenu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2. Adon Olam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3. Avinu Shebashamayim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4. Yerushalayim Shel Zahav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;5. Od Yishama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;6. I'shana habaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;7. I'cha Dodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;8. Savlanutam Shel Hakedoshim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;9. V'haer Enenu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;10. Nachamu, Nachamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;11. Mimmayne Hayesua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;12. 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Li, sim senhor? Pode me citar alguma lição que aprendeu? A senhora pensou um pouco e não conseguiu se lembrar de nada. Muito bem, disse o ateu, para que ler alguma coisa se você não aprende nada com ela? Ela pensou mais e disse: Eu gostaria que o senhor apalpasse essa roupa que lavei hoje cedo. Ainda esta molhada? Não, já está seca. Pois é, disse a lavadeira. Eu lavei com água, a água secou, mas a roupa ficou limpa. Eu também li a Palavra de Deus. Já não me lembro mais o que li, parece que evaporou, mas senti que a minha vida ficou mais limpa.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S82YwqkDNOI/AAAAAAAACJI/eyidzMsYT60/s1600/0a8de137df1a4bb168b93f076c41a477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S82YwqkDNOI/AAAAAAAACJI/eyidzMsYT60/s320/0a8de137df1a4bb168b93f076c41a477.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462189884896916706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;A água é tanto física como espiritual (simbólica), nós a usamos para nos manter limpos e também para provar da fonte dessa água viva. Quando a água fica estagnada as partículas de impureza nela contidas se depositam no fundo, revelando assim sua presença. Assim também, se rejeitarmos, se tão somente ficamos assentados, quietos, silenciosos, nos conscientizaremos da ausência de Cristo em nossa vida diária. Em João 4:9 encontramos Jesus conversando com a mulher samaritana junto ao poço, como já conhecemos na história, Jesus em troca dá um presente para esta mulher &lt;i&gt;"aquele que beber da água que eu lhe der nunca terá sede, porque a água que eu lhe der se fará nele uma fonte de água que salte para a vida eterna&lt;/i&gt;.”[João 4:14].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Obviamente, a mulher tinha vivido por algum tempo sem jamais ter provado a água que Jesus estava oferecendo. Talvez isso, em si, seja uma pista para nós hoje buscarmos a importância da água. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;"E quem tem sede, venha; e quem quiser, tome de graça da água da vida.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[apocalipse 22:17]&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/7925776445387559996-6223410482426028641?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/6223410482426028641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=6223410482426028641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6223410482426028641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6223410482426028641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/04/agua.html' title='água, o duplo significado'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S82YwqkDNOI/AAAAAAAACJI/eyidzMsYT60/s72-c/0a8de137df1a4bb168b93f076c41a477.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-4638536499997812536</id><published>2010-10-09T22:10:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:46:28.376-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>certo é estar perto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TLGq6STPV9I/AAAAAAAACcU/ngmEfqu5t-4/s1600/tumblr_la0m2k8ELJ1qc5uhto1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TLGq6STPV9I/AAAAAAAACcU/ngmEfqu5t-4/s320/tumblr_la0m2k8ELJ1qc5uhto1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526386136081979346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 22px; font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quando o tempo não passar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cada hora é como uma semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cada novo dia é mais bacana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cada carta que eu recebo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;É sempre um motivo pra lembrar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sou tão perto de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TLGqwB-Ni1I/AAAAAAAACcM/VQQ47gKRl1w/s1600/tumblr_la0m2k8ELJ1qc5uhto1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-4638536499997812536?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/4638536499997812536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=4638536499997812536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4638536499997812536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4638536499997812536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/10/certo-e-estar-perto.html' title='certo é estar perto'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TLGq6STPV9I/AAAAAAAACcU/ngmEfqu5t-4/s72-c/tumblr_la0m2k8ELJ1qc5uhto1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-6258405628542593377</id><published>2010-10-08T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:40:09.370-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><title type='text'>Trio Igl3sias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TKk8Kg7wlTI/AAAAAAAACb8/75PNbVCulX8/s1600/capa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TKk8Kg7wlTI/AAAAAAAACb8/75PNbVCulX8/s320/capa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524012569283564850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;1.Viagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;2. Agradeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;3. Na Cruz eu venci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;4. Declarações de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;5. Vendaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;6. Habitarei em Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;7. Acrobata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;8. Um pescador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;9. Tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;10. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TK5tXLOdKrI/AAAAAAAACcE/0xaIz58QI-A/s320/cafe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525474037748017842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Não me lembro mais qual foi nosso começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sei que não começamos pelo começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Já era amor antes de ser."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7925776445387559996-6279079273124746270?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/6279079273124746270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=6279079273124746270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6279079273124746270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6279079273124746270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/10/gente.html' title='a gente,'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TK5tXLOdKrI/AAAAAAAACcE/0xaIz58QI-A/s72-c/cafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-5482983053055477197</id><published>2010-09-22T05:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T05:15:42.220-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens escolhidas'/><title type='text'>✿ primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TJm5Y2irq1I/AAAAAAAACY8/ZmLOUZaEabQ/s1600/primavera.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/_pblJMSq4JgE/TJm5Y2irq1I/AAAAAAAACY8/ZmLOUZaEabQ/s320/primavera.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519646654928235346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cristo descreveu os sinais de Sua vinda. Disse que poderíamos saber quando Seu retorno estivesse às portas. Quando as folhas das árvores brotam na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, sabemos que o verão está próximo. Do mesmo modo, ao se cumprirem os sinais no Sol, na Lua e nas estrelas, podemos nos certificar de que a vinda de Cristo se aproxima. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Vida de Jesus, página 176]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-5482983053055477197?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/5482983053055477197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=5482983053055477197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5482983053055477197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5482983053055477197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/09/primavera.html' title='✿ primavera'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TJm5Y2irq1I/AAAAAAAACY8/ZmLOUZaEabQ/s72-c/primavera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-2658407318110763388</id><published>2010-09-07T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T07:02:22.816-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>caderno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/Sqo1PsXcVGI/AAAAAAAABlc/QupMPG4-fME/s1600-h/444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380171248571274338" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/Sqo1PsXcVGI/AAAAAAAABlc/QupMPG4-fME/s320/444.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 247px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não sei se você se recorda do seu primeiro caderno. Eu me recordo do meu. Com ele eu aprendi muita coisa, foi nele que eu aprendi que a experiência dos erros é tão importante quanto as experiências dos acertos. Porque visto de um jeito certo, os erros nos preparam para as nossas vitórias e conquistas futuras, porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;não há aprendizado na vida que não passe pela experiência dos erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; Caderno é uma metáfora da vida, quando os erros cometidos eram demais, eu me recordo que a nossa professora nos sugeria que a gente virasse a página. Era um jeito interessante de descobrir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a graça que há nos recomeços, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;o virar a página, os erros cometidos deixavam de nos incomodar e a partir deles a gente seguia um pouco mais crescidos. O caderno nos ensina que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;erros não precisam ser fontes de castigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;erros podem ser fontes de virtudes. Na vida é a mesma coisa. O erro tem que estar a serviço do aprendizado, ele não tem que ser fonte de culpas, de vergonhas, nenhum ser humano pode ser verdadeiramente grande sem que seja capaz de reconhecer os erros que cometeu na vida. Uma coisa é a gente se arrepender do que fez. Outra coisa é a gente se sentir culpado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Culpas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; nos paralisam, arrependimentos, não,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;eles nos lançam pra frente, nos ajudam a corrigir os erros cometidos. Deus é semelhante ao caderno. Ele nos permite os erros para que a gente aprenda a fazer do jeito certo. Você tem errado muito? Não importa!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aceite-O nessa nova página de vida que tem nome de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AGORA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Recorde-se das lições do seu primeiro caderno, quando os erros são demais, vire a página&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="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&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/7925776445387559996-2658407318110763388?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/2658407318110763388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=2658407318110763388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2658407318110763388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2658407318110763388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2009/09/caderno.html' title='caderno'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/Sqo1PsXcVGI/AAAAAAAABlc/QupMPG4-fME/s72-c/444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-4120159407191878922</id><published>2010-09-02T00:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T00:06:08.932-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>A arte de fazer escolhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oV5O3sQZqe0/TdmTSDcyRyI/AAAAAAAACiA/pUCI2taW624/s1600/tumblr_lkc8b1lO4K1qidmmuo1_250_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oV5O3sQZqe0/TdmTSDcyRyI/AAAAAAAACiA/pUCI2taW624/s200/tumblr_lkc8b1lO4K1qidmmuo1_250_large.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Não há um dia sequer que não tenhamos que escolher algo e abrir mão de algo também. É claro que na maioria das vezes, fazemos escolhas simples, como o que vou almoçar hoje, a cor do sapato ou o filme a assistir. Mas quem não sofreu calado quando teve que decidir o que fazer?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Sim, parece que passamos a vida decidindo, e, ainda que a maioria das pessoas não tenha essa consciência, os momentos de decisão, são, também, momentos de ansiedade. Só que uma ansiedade que deriva de uma coisa boa: a existência de mais de uma opção. A rigor, a ansiedade de escolher é a de ser livre. Escolher é exercer a liberdade, com seus prerrogativas e responsabilidades. E a liberdade só pode ser bem exercida por quem esta preparado para ela, ou seja, quem tem maturidade intelectual e emocional para tanto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A liberdade é um valor adulto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&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/7925776445387559996-4120159407191878922?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/4120159407191878922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=4120159407191878922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4120159407191878922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4120159407191878922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/05/arte-de-fazer-escolhas.html' title='A arte de fazer escolhas'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oV5O3sQZqe0/TdmTSDcyRyI/AAAAAAAACiA/pUCI2taW624/s72-c/tumblr_lkc8b1lO4K1qidmmuo1_250_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-853052771758423297</id><published>2010-08-24T22:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:35:22.528-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><title type='text'>Laura Morena - [Manhã]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TKkzDjpPZyI/AAAAAAAACbk/336FmnTYvYA/s1600/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524002554147464994" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TKkzDjpPZyI/AAAAAAAACbk/336FmnTYvYA/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 250px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. Introdução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. O pedido de Salomão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. Antes você precisa crer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. Leve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. Liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. Nosso salvador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. Interlúdio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. Encontrei a solução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9. Ouço o som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10. Versos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;11. Eu quero esse poder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;12. Manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;13. 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A dor do outro não sei aonde colocar, onde me colocar. Vou fazer como minha avó. Quando alguém recusava um abraço, ela pedia para devolvê-lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;Devolver o abraço é a dor do outro."&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/7925776445387559996-2645221975954783738?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/2645221975954783738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=2645221975954783738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2645221975954783738'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-6749085872145723089</id><published>2010-08-23T08:20:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:15:12.236-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>um milagre em você - [quarteto vital]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 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name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=62486720&amp;amp;path=2010/08/01&amp;amp;mycolor=26BFD4&amp;amp;mycolor2=d9e9eb&amp;amp;mycolor3=8edeca&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sonhos que se tornam realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quando são entregues em suas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Só há um caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Só a um homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Que pode fazer de você vencedor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cada lagrima que cai dos olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ele vem paciente enxugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cura a mente, cura as feridas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Que a vida deixou quando tudo falhou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quem pode abrir teus olhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E arrancar toda a culpa do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Entregue tua vida, entregue o teu ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jesus, um milagre em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ele diz: "Teus anseios são os meus anseios".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Teus problemas também são os meus".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"A tua vida é minha vida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;De ti cuidarei nunca te deixarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quem pode abrir teus olhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E arrancar toda a culpa do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Entregue tua vida, entregue o teu ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jesus, um milagre em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quem pode abrir teus olhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E arrancar toda a culpa do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Entregue tua vida, entregue o teu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jesus um milagre em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jesus um milagre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Entregue tua vida, entregue o teu ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jesus, meu amado Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Um milagre em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-1869774663757202800</id><published>2010-08-19T07:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T08:31:17.504-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens escolhidas'/><title type='text'>Ele te ama assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/SoKaVf9NTGI/AAAAAAAABcE/J_MprLc1DLc/s1600-h/1222458422Cd155q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/SoKaVf9NTGI/AAAAAAAABcE/J_MprLc1DLc/s320/1222458422Cd155q.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369023399925206114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Um Deus infinito pode se dar inteiro a cada um de seus filhos. Ele não se distribui de modo que cada um tenha &lt;b&gt;uma parte&lt;/b&gt;, mas a cada um Ele se dá &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, tão &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;integralmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; como &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se não houvesse outros" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;[A.W. Tozer]&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/7925776445387559996-1869774663757202800?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/1869774663757202800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=1869774663757202800&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1869774663757202800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1869774663757202800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2009/08/ele-te-ama-assim.html' title='Ele te ama assim'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/SoKaVf9NTGI/AAAAAAAABcE/J_MprLc1DLc/s72-c/1222458422Cd155q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-877679680802663488</id><published>2010-08-07T07:22:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:58:48.346-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>#setimodia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TF0z512fhMI/AAAAAAAACWI/oE1mdo6U_B0/s1600/109664484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TF0z512fhMI/AAAAAAAACWI/oE1mdo6U_B0/s400/109664484.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502611388517811394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Se&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; vocês me amam, obedeçam aos meus mandamentos"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;[João 14:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7925776445387559996-877679680802663488?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/877679680802663488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=877679680802663488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/877679680802663488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/877679680802663488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/08/setimodia.html' title='#setimodia'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TF0z512fhMI/AAAAAAAACWI/oE1mdo6U_B0/s72-c/109664484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-3820406371588251718</id><published>2010-07-20T21:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:43:22.319-03:00</updated><title type='text'>best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TEZCifkRlAI/AAAAAAAACVQ/QkwwOwcwxek/s1600/iE5F4AHiQo00bhcw6jnINk2Jo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TEZCifkRlAI/AAAAAAAACVQ/QkwwOwcwxek/s320/iE5F4AHiQo00bhcw6jnINk2Jo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496153555608900610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(102, 100, 100); line-height: 19px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"A Amizade é desnecessária - como a filosofia, como a arte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;como o próprio universo (pois Deus não precisava criar). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ela não tem valor de sobrevivência; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;ela é, antes, uma das coisas que dão valor à sobrevivência."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;- C.S. Lewis em Os Quatro Amores, pág. 100 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-3820406371588251718?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/3820406371588251718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=3820406371588251718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3820406371588251718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3820406371588251718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/07/best.html' title='best'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TEZCifkRlAI/AAAAAAAACVQ/QkwwOwcwxek/s72-c/iE5F4AHiQo00bhcw6jnINk2Jo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-4810762570030875115</id><published>2010-07-15T20:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:43:27.306-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens escolhidas'/><title type='text'>Os dez mandamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TECrvdci-mI/AAAAAAAACVI/Cz1azqIKFyQ/s1600/tumblr_l52u0kzc9A1qb4ztso1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TECrvdci-mI/AAAAAAAACVI/Cz1azqIKFyQ/s320/tumblr_l52u0kzc9A1qb4ztso1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494580377238567522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1º Mandamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;color:#474B4E;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;" O que quer que acariciamos que tenda a diminuir nosso amor para com Deus, ou se incompatibilize com o culto a Ele devido, disso fazemos um deus".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;2º Mandamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"A tentativa de representar o Eterno por meio de objetos materiais, rebaixaria a concepção do homem acerca de Deus. A mente, desviada da perfeição infinita de Jeová, seria atraída para a criatura em vez de o ser pra o Criador. E rebaixando-se suas concepções acerca de Deus, semelhantemente desagradar-se-ia o homem".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;3º Mandamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;" Pela precipitada menção do nome de Deus na conversação comum, pelos apelos a Ele feitos em assuntos triviais, e pela frequente e impensada repetição de Seu nome, nós O desonramos". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;4º Mandamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Aqueles que no sábado discutem assuntos de negócios ou fazem planos, são considerados por Deus como se estivessem empenhados na própria transação de negócio".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;5º Mandamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Os pais tem direitos ao amor e respeito em certo grau que a nenhuma outra pessoa é devida".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;6º Mandamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Trabalho excessivo com o tendência de prejudicar a saúde, quer em maior ou menor grau, este é violação do sexto mandamento".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;7º Mandamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;" A pureza é exigida não somente na vida exterior, mas nos intuitos e emoções secretos do coração. Cristo que ensinou os deveres impostos pela lei de Deus, em seu grande alcance, declarou ser o mau pensamento ou olhar tão verdadeiramente pecado como o é o ato ilícito".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;8º Mandamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Toda a tentativa de obter-se vantagem pela ignorância, fraqueza ou infelicidade de outrem, é registrada como fraude nos livros do Céu".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;9º Mandamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Mesmo a supressão intencional da verdade, pela qual pode resultar o agravo a outrem, é uma violação do nono mandamento".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;10º  Mandamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;" O décimo mandamento fere a própria raiz de todos os pecados, proibindo o desejo egoísta, do qual nasce o ato pecaminoso".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-4810762570030875115?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/4810762570030875115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=4810762570030875115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4810762570030875115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4810762570030875115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/07/ceu.html' title='Os dez mandamentos'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TECrvdci-mI/AAAAAAAACVI/Cz1azqIKFyQ/s72-c/tumblr_l52u0kzc9A1qb4ztso1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-3795480020875031674</id><published>2010-07-06T12:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:55:08.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Código Aberto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HD2r0lXVx4g/ThR4sGcFN3I/AAAAAAAACjQ/zb3IrH53394/s1600/190369_101633759918995_100002171137995_12179_6013412_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HD2r0lXVx4g/ThR4sGcFN3I/AAAAAAAACjQ/zb3IrH53394/s1600/190369_101633759918995_100002171137995_12179_6013412_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Há duas semanas atrás começou a nova temporada do programa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://novotempo.com/codigoaberto/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Código Aberto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;na TV Novo Tempo, os próximos 3 meses serão lições cujo o tema é "Adoração". Os programas vão ao ar aos sábados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;às 15h e as reprises acontecem às sextas-feiras 23h, domingo 04h, terças-feiras 15h30 e quartas-feiras 0h30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;TV Novo Tempo, no canal aberto 46 em São Paulo e canal 17 da SKY ou também pela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Tive o prazer de participar da lição número 3 que vai ao ar no próximo sábado dia 09/07 juntamente com Isaque Resende, publicitário, editor da TV Novo Tempo e que mantém um &lt;a href="http://www.cristaoscansados.net/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;bem bacana, também esteve conosco o JR um cantor carioca muito talentoso, dono de uma voz linda e que esta prestes a lançar um CD, ao final do programa ele nos concede o prazer de ouvir &amp;nbsp;algumas de suas canções. Quem puder assista!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;gente se vê ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7925776445387559996-3795480020875031674?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/3795480020875031674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="height: 117px; visibility: visible; width: 240px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="240" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acalme meus passos senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acalme minha mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Desacelere as batidas do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Diminua o meu ritmo forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Com sua visão que vai além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Da eternidade do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Em meio as confusões do dia a dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dá me tua paz e a tranquilidade das montanhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ensina me a arte de te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me ajuda a compreender o teu poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra que eu possa perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tua grandeza em meu viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu quero me calar pra escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A tua doce voz a me inspirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra que eu possa ser instrumento em tuas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acalme meus passos, acalme meus passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Elevo os meus olhos senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao alto dos montes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Para buscar a grandeza do teu resplendor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Considera o meu pensamento e faz-me fiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E assim serei forte e vitorioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Palavras de amor sentir a prece ergo aos ceus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E agradeço o teu cuidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ensina me a arte de te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Me ajuda a compreender o teu poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra que eu possa perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tua grandeza em meu viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu quero me calar pra escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A tua doce voz a me inspirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra que eu possa ser instrumento em tuas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acalme meus passos, acalme meus passos&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/7925776445387559996-5352249568599687944?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/5352249568599687944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=5352249568599687944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5352249568599687944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5352249568599687944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/07/acalme-meus-passos-meire-jane.html' title='acalme meus passos - [meire jane]'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-3489725720347069769</id><published>2010-07-01T07:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:43:36.691-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>=] mimo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TCxqZwH12WI/AAAAAAAACUA/KiNCyOYdWVE/s1600/tumblr_l2ipsbx11O1qa73wio1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TCxqZwH12WI/AAAAAAAACUA/KiNCyOYdWVE/s320/tumblr_l2ipsbx11O1qa73wio1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488879036504856930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;— você é a única pra mim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— sei que você sente isso agora, mas há coisas que você quer. há coisas que ambos queremos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— todo mundo quer coisas, acordamos sempre com uma lista infinita de desejos, gastamos toda vida tentando torná-las realidade, mas só porque queremos não quer dizer que precisamos delas pra sermos felizes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— do quê precisa para ser feliz?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorri e olha pra ela) — de você.&lt;/i&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/7925776445387559996-3489725720347069769?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/3489725720347069769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=3489725720347069769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3489725720347069769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3489725720347069769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/07/mimo.html' title='=] mimo'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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style="width:240px;height:117px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=58136277&amp;amp;path=2010/06/21&amp;amp;mycolor=FFD186&amp;amp;mycolor2=D30076&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFA3C5&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#555555;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Childhood living is easy to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The things you wanted I bought them for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Graceless lady, you know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know I can't let you slide through my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wild horses couldn't drag me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I watched you suffer a dull aching pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now you decided to show me the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No sweeping exits or offstage lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can make me feel bitter or treat you unkind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wild Horses couldn't drag me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag meaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have my freedom but I don't have much time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Faith has been broken tears must be cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;let's do some living after we die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wild Horses, couldn't drag me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wild, wild horses, couldn't drag me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wild Horses couldn't drag me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-5315712228582855953?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/5315712228582855953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=5315712228582855953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5315712228582855953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5315712228582855953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/06/elisa-wild-horses.html' title='elisa - wild horses'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-2420728831745383686</id><published>2010-06-18T22:16:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:43:55.572-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TBzzawVrtII/AAAAAAAACTU/vYMkBKXU4ZA/s1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TBzzawVrtII/AAAAAAAACTU/vYMkBKXU4ZA/s320/21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484526087208416386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Estou de partida mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;No fundo eu quero dizer me impede de ir, fica parado na minha frente e fala que eu tenho lugar por aqui, que não preciso abandonar tudo cada vez que a solidão me derruba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Me ajuda a levar a vida menos a sério, porque é só vida, afinal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&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:arial, serif;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;FIM&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, serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&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:arial, serif;color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&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:arial, serif;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&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:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;cabo calada, porque não faz sentido dizer tudo isso sem ter pra quem.&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/7925776445387559996-2420728831745383686?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/2420728831745383686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=2420728831745383686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2420728831745383686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2420728831745383686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/06/bye.html' title='bye'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TBzzawVrtII/AAAAAAAACTU/vYMkBKXU4ZA/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-4852291429330629624</id><published>2010-06-08T21:49:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T18:44:06.480-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>te preciso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TA7mIDhSZhI/AAAAAAAACR8/JZlDDKoGClM/s1600/tumblr_l2rf3ivSd11qaedy9o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TA7mIDhSZhI/AAAAAAAACR8/JZlDDKoGClM/s320/tumblr_l2rf3ivSd11qaedy9o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480570822614738450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E numa batida mais forte da percussão, em um instante de olhar profundo, ele pediu:&lt;br /&gt;- Deixa eu cuidar de você.&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Deixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ps.: eu te preciso.perto,longe,tanto faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7925776445387559996-4852291429330629624?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TA7mIDhSZhI/AAAAAAAACR8/JZlDDKoGClM/s72-c/tumblr_l2rf3ivSd11qaedy9o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-2706167073872882694</id><published>2010-06-07T21:30:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:09:11.925-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nooma'/><title type='text'>rod bell [07] - luggage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"como o cão volta ao seu vômito assim um tolo volta á tolice". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[provérbios 26;11]&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="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/13653634" width="400" height="265" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Algumas pessoas são destrutivas e elas virão fazer o mal, elas vão fazer mal novamente e outra vez. O relacionamento pode nunca voltar a ser o que era. Com essas pessoas é necessário estabelecer limites, ou espaço, porém pode acontecer de não conseguir ficar perto delas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Porque perdoar nem sempre significa esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Perdoar é lembrar-se que alguns vão continuar voltando para o seu próprio vômito e a real é que não temos que estar presente quando isso acontecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Se alguém te magoar, é preciso sair, porque essas pessoas podem ter que viver as conseqüências do que fizeram para que assim Deus consiga a atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Perdoar é deixar passar e desistir do desejo de vingança. Liberte-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-2706167073872882694?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/2706167073872882694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=2706167073872882694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2706167073872882694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2706167073872882694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/06/rod-bell-07-lagguage.html' title='rod bell [07] - luggage'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-6299326506010445434</id><published>2010-06-04T08:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:14:19.211-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>onde está meu amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S9uKgvbX4eI/AAAAAAAACNk/IDQYCzf-O5c/s1600/tumblr_ky5cd4xqEk1qais2xo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466114867835953634" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S9uKgvbX4eI/AAAAAAAACNk/IDQYCzf-O5c/s320/tumblr_ky5cd4xqEk1qais2xo1_500_large.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 223px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Onde está você meu bem querer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não faz sentido eu viver neste mundo sem você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eu preciso te encontrar e com você compartilhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Todos os momentos de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Os meus segredos te contar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É tão bom se apaixonar é tão bom ter alguém pra confiar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É difícil esperar peço a Deus pra te encontrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Onde esta meu amor Senhor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pra curar toda essa dor que a solidão causou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eu preciso de um amor Senhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Que esteja dentro do teu querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Venha colorir o meu viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Espero em Ti Senhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Como será o teu olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Quero sentir a tua mão o meu rosto tocar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Passo dia imaginando mas eu sigo te esperando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não faz sentido eu viver neste mundo sem você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Meu amor onde você está?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eu preciso te encontrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Eu sigo te esperando só você terá o meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TAiF3187-pI/AAAAAAAACRY/i0uYFOd0PqI/s320/tumblr_l36rsyzcW81qbcp0yo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478776141118175890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px; font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Há tanta dor nesse jogo de procurar, de testar, tentar. E a gente se dá conta subitamente de ter esquecido que era só um jogo, e vai embora chorando."&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/7925776445387559996-9027514560900988288?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/9027514560900988288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=9027514560900988288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/9027514560900988288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/9027514560900988288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/06/game-over.html' title='game over'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TAiF3187-pI/AAAAAAAACRY/i0uYFOd0PqI/s72-c/tumblr_l36rsyzcW81qbcp0yo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-725011688410194456</id><published>2010-06-01T22:24:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:43:09.634-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>O Valor da Integridade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TAWzx_jdj3I/AAAAAAAACRI/MeC7hhidqOk/s1600/aprovado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TAWzx_jdj3I/AAAAAAAACRI/MeC7hhidqOk/s320/aprovado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477982193221209970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; verdadeira integridade acha sua raiz na esfera privada, onde só ela e Deus sabem os seus pensamentos e ações. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Podemos mascarar nossas motivações, os nossos verdadeiros sentimentos, mas não podemos esconder nossos atos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Nossa integridade é fruto da nossa fidelidade a Deus. A vida cristã é uma batalha e uma marcha. Nesta guerra não há trégua; o esforço deve ser contínuo e perseverante. É assim fazendo que mantemos a vitória sobre as tentações de Satanás. A integridade cristã deve ser buscada com irresistível energia, e mantida com resoluta fixidez de propósito&lt;i&gt;.  [a ciência do bom viver pg. 453]&lt;/i&gt;. Percebemos por ai, que no mundo cristão de hoje é praticada a fraude em medida pavorosa. O povo de Deus, observador dos mandamentos, deve mostrar que está acima de todas essas coisas. As práticas desonestas que mancham o trato dos homens com os seus companheiros, não devem jamais ser praticadas por alguém que professe crer na verdade presente. O povo de Deus causa à verdade grave prejuízo pelo menor desvio da integridade. Um homem pode não ter um exterior agradável, pode ser deficiente em muitos aspectos, mas se tem a reputação de ser honesto, íntegro, ele será respeitado. A inflexível integridade cobre muitos traços de caráter objetáveis. O homem que perseverantemente pratique a verdade, ganhará a confiança de todos. Não só confiarão nele os irmãos na fé, mas os descrentes serão constrangidos a reconhecê-lo como homem de honra. Convido vocês a juntar-se a mim e abrir o coração para falar diretamente com Ele: Senhor de nossas vidas, Te pedimos perdão porque tantas vezes temos, através dos nossos atos, negado a nossa filiação contigo. Ajuda-nos a construir nossa integridade através da Tua palavra e viver por ela sempre. Fortalece nosso caráter e molda a nossa vida; sustenta-nos de pé diante de Ti e dos homens. É o que pedimos de todo o coração em nome de Jesus. Amé&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;m&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/7925776445387559996-725011688410194456?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/725011688410194456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=725011688410194456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/725011688410194456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/725011688410194456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/06/o-valor-da-integridade.html' title='O Valor da Integridade'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TAWzx_jdj3I/AAAAAAAACRI/MeC7hhidqOk/s72-c/aprovado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-1454224671695098121</id><published>2010-05-20T23:19:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:52:58.156-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>waiting for u</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S_Xxr7K32xI/AAAAAAAACQg/G28Yqxle8xw/s1600/tumblr_l1j363czg11qzyrwvo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473546659058670354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S_Xxr7K32xI/AAAAAAAACQg/G28Yqxle8xw/s320/tumblr_l1j363czg11qzyrwvo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;e vez em quando eu vou ficar te esperando, bem aqui sentada olhando pra ver se você vem e no dia que a gente se vê os meus braços não vão ser suficientes para lhe abraçar e a minha voz vai querer dizer tanta, mas tanta coisa que eu vou ficar calada um tempo enorme... só olhando, sem dizer nada e pensando: Meu Deus, mas como é lindo (..)&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/7925776445387559996-1454224671695098121?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/1454224671695098121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=1454224671695098121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1454224671695098121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1454224671695098121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/05/waiting-for-u.html' title='waiting for u'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S_Xxr7K32xI/AAAAAAAACQg/G28Yqxle8xw/s72-c/tumblr_l1j363czg11qzyrwvo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-5886212621549360601</id><published>2010-05-19T00:19:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T00:30:49.055-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>sorriso teu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S_NbHnt4DiI/AAAAAAAACQY/YSjC4Y8u4FA/s1600/z207843888_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S_NbHnt4DiI/AAAAAAAACQY/YSjC4Y8u4FA/s320/z207843888_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472818158663896610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 24px; font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"[..]Tudo o que cala fala mais alto ao coração."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 24px; font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;o menino do sorriso que ilumina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-5886212621549360601?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/5886212621549360601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=5886212621549360601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5886212621549360601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5886212621549360601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/05/sorriso-teu.html' title='sorriso teu'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S_NbHnt4DiI/AAAAAAAACQY/YSjC4Y8u4FA/s72-c/z207843888_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-2902436673153310721</id><published>2010-05-17T22:12:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:35:39.950-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'># Ar Puro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S_HrbWfrfNI/AAAAAAAACQI/1ws-v4NjylQ/s1600/wcafi_clean-air-only_cropwe.307195327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S_HrbWfrfNI/AAAAAAAACQI/1ws-v4NjylQ/s320/wcafi_clean-air-only_cropwe.307195327.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472413877359312082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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-family:arial;"&gt;Ele nos dá oportunidade de conhecer Seus princípios e regras para um viver saudável. Colocou à nossa disposição inúmeros recursos para que desfrutemos de perfeita saúde! O interessante é que estes recursos se encontram ao nosso alcance, ao nosso redor, através da natureza que nos cerca. Sem nenhum custo!Algumas vezes tentei mudar meus hábitos e aprendi que os remédios de Deus são os simples agentes da natureza, ar puro, exercício, água, luz solar, pureza de vida, são bençãos que o céu tem outorgado a todos nós, livremente e por cuja falta, milhares pessoas estão perecendo.Essa semana estudando a lição da escola sabatina, me fez entender da importância do ar puro, esse agente da natureza colocado por Deus em nossa vida diária. Podemos ficar semanas sem alimento, dias sem água, porém, apenas minutos, sem ar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quanto mais ar, mais saúde, mais disposição, mais alegria! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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-family:arial;"&gt;Se alimente desses recursos gratuitamente, experimente da verdadeira fonte insaciável de bem-estar. Aproveite também os momentos para um moderado exercício de respiração. Se o seu trabalho é sedentário, tome 2 ou 3 minutos, ao final de cada duas horas, para respirar profundamente. Isso aliviará a tensão nervosa e lhe proporcionará mais claros pensamentos para o trabalho mental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"O Ar Puro apresenta-se mais benéfico ao doente do que os remédios e lhe é muito mais necessário que o alimento. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Mensagens Escolhidas, Vol. II p.456]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-2902436673153310721?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/2902436673153310721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=2902436673153310721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2902436673153310721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2902436673153310721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/05/ar-puro.html' title='# Ar Puro'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S_HrbWfrfNI/AAAAAAAACQI/1ws-v4NjylQ/s72-c/wcafi_clean-air-only_cropwe.307195327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-3285875583766785593</id><published>2010-05-12T19:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T00:23:06.007-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>confissão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-yA2t7ctqI/AAAAAAAACPo/i2OGKdyAUVE/s1600/tumblr_l28239zPqy1qbf6elo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-yA2t7ctqI/AAAAAAAACPo/i2OGKdyAUVE/s320/tumblr_l28239zPqy1qbf6elo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470889324878542498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 22px; font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;"Sim, fiquei enlevada com você, ainda estou. Ninguém jamais despertou tamanha intensidade de sensação física em mim. Afastei-o, pois não suportaria ser um capricho passageiro. Antes de entregar meu coração, preciso entregar meus pensamentos, minha mente, meus sonhos. E você não queria saber de nada disso."&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/7925776445387559996-3285875583766785593?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/3285875583766785593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=3285875583766785593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3285875583766785593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3285875583766785593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/05/confissao_13.html' title='confissão'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-yA2t7ctqI/AAAAAAAACPo/i2OGKdyAUVE/s72-c/tumblr_l28239zPqy1qbf6elo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-8867124444196131691</id><published>2010-05-11T09:00:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:29:54.703-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>descanso e restauração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-lLJzwV82I/AAAAAAAACO4/EcXP4j1rm5o/s1600/4073431145_6c394d86f2_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-lLJzwV82I/AAAAAAAACO4/EcXP4j1rm5o/s320/4073431145_6c394d86f2_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469985854302057314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;em sido difícil viver o verdadeiro descanso sabático? Ele sempre chega em meio a correria, sem tempo de se preparar? A caminhada durante a semana teve a compania consciente do Senhor do Sábado? Ele esteve presente em todos os lugares, na sua mente e coração? Não quero constranger ninguém com essas perguntas, quero apenas levar a cada um, reflexão. E o que está sendo importante agora, é que eu e você estamos tomando este tempo para ler e estudar estas poucas palavras, dando &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;a Ele a oportunidade de se manifestar em nossa vida, de modo que encontremos paz e sossego, na conformidade do descanso perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Guardar o Sábado começa em primeiro lugar com a consciente necessidade de que precisamos de Jesus. Precisamos ter a certeza da Salvação, não porque merecemos, ou porque temos um comportamento socialmente apropriado, mas porque confiamos que Ele nos libertou. E está certeza nos dá paz e esta paz se intensifica durante o Sábado, dia no qual devemos procurar nos lembrar mais fortemente do que Ele fez por cada um de nós. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;O Sábado é meio divinamente indicado pelo qual necessitamos descansar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [fisicamente, emocionalmente e principalmente espiritualmente]. Ele está pronto para dar esse descanso a todos os que forem a Ele. Confiemos em sua habilidade de nos satisfazer de todas as necessidades deste dia. E coloquemos nossa sofisticação em compasso de espera e reconhecendo que Deus sabe mais do que nós e que Ele &lt;i&gt;"é poderoso para fazer infinitamente mais do que tudo quanto pedimos ou pensamos" [Efésios 3:20].&lt;/i&gt; Que tal recomeçar, e a partir de hoje ser mais sincero com Cristo e deixar que Ele tome conta do seu dia a dia e proporcionalmente da sua vida afim de que você viva em completa harmonia com que foi instruído desde a criação. &lt;i&gt;[Gênesis 2;2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Aquele que trilha o caminho dos mandamentos de Deus, anda em companhia de Cristo, e em Seu amor encontra paz o coração."&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/7925776445387559996-8867124444196131691?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/8867124444196131691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=8867124444196131691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8867124444196131691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8867124444196131691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/05/descanso-e-restauracao.html' title='descanso e restauração'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-lLJzwV82I/AAAAAAAACO4/EcXP4j1rm5o/s72-c/4073431145_6c394d86f2_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-1256520919316864036</id><published>2010-05-10T06:04:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T06:10:41.646-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>need u</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-fMwVQmm2I/AAAAAAAACOg/q5F-dnqrpnM/s1600/20081217101658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-fMwVQmm2I/AAAAAAAACOg/q5F-dnqrpnM/s320/20081217101658.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469565403177327458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;"Os outros eu conheci por ocioso acaso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;A ti vim encontrar porque era preciso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7925776445387559996-1256520919316864036?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/1256520919316864036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=1256520919316864036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1256520919316864036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1256520919316864036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/05/need-u.html' title='need u'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-fMwVQmm2I/AAAAAAAACOg/q5F-dnqrpnM/s72-c/20081217101658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-306207548415214505</id><published>2010-05-07T09:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:01:32.951-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mothers day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E eu, eu fui feita para viver, fui feita para amar, eu fui feita para te conhecer MÃE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Pode ser que não estejamos aqui por muito tempo, nosso tempo é apenas um fôlego, mas enquanto estivermos juntas vou acordar e dar um sorriso pra Deus simbolizando essa alegria que sinto por tê-la por perto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Quero eternizar no meu coração, todos os bons momentos que passamos e que ainda vamos passar. Te amo infinito. &lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;∞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-amYEsNSsI/AAAAAAAACOY/PNWwgebRDuY/s1600/1.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469241729994279618" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-amYEsNSsI/AAAAAAAACOY/PNWwgebRDuY/s400/1.gif" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 316px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-306207548415214505?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/306207548415214505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=306207548415214505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/306207548415214505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/306207548415214505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/05/eu-nao-sei-explicar-e-uma-questao-de.html' title='happy mothers day'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-amYEsNSsI/AAAAAAAACOY/PNWwgebRDuY/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-3062343137996313670</id><published>2010-05-07T07:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T07:52:53.883-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens escolhidas'/><title type='text'>fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-PwnujRxoI/AAAAAAAACOI/FI-hWziJFv8/s1600/il_430xN.123003497_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-PwnujRxoI/AAAAAAAACOI/FI-hWziJFv8/s320/il_430xN.123003497_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468478937859475074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Todos desejamos respostas imediatas e diretas às nossas orações, e somos tentados a ficar desanimados quando a resposta é retardada ou vem por uma maneira que não esperávamos. Mas Deus é demasiado sábio e bom para atender nossas petições sempre justamente ao tempo e pela maneira que desejamos. Ele fará mais e melhor por nós do que realizar sempre os nossos desejos. E como podemos confiar em Sua sabedoria e Seu amor, não devemos pedir que nos conceda a nossa vontade, mas buscar identificar-nos com Seu desígnio, e cumpri-lo. Nossos desejos e interesses devem-se fundir com Sua vontade. Estas experiências que provam a fé são para nosso bem. Por elas se manifesta se nossa fé é verdadeira e sincera, repousando unicamente na Palavra de Deus, ou se depende de circunstâncias, sendo incerta e instável. A fé é revigorada pelo exercício. Devemos permitir que a paciência tenha a sua obra perfeita, lembrando-nos de que há preciosas promessas nas Escrituras para aqueles que esperam no Senhor” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Ellen G. White, A Ciência do Bom Viver, p. 230, 231).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-3062343137996313670?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/3062343137996313670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=3062343137996313670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3062343137996313670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3062343137996313670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/05/fe.html' title='fé'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-PwnujRxoI/AAAAAAAACOI/FI-hWziJFv8/s72-c/il_430xN.123003497_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-2875032458965657844</id><published>2010-05-06T08:50:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T08:55:21.771-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>do not wake me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-KtuQbw7uI/AAAAAAAACN8/1FJLrRk5C-0/s1600/tumblr_l1i1l2wzVs1qb4pkno1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-KtuQbw7uI/AAAAAAAACN8/1FJLrRk5C-0/s320/tumblr_l1i1l2wzVs1qb4pkno1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468123907778211554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Coisa boa é voar sem tirar os pés do chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(76, 76, 76); line-height: 20px; font-family:Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-2875032458965657844?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/2875032458965657844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=2875032458965657844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2875032458965657844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2875032458965657844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/05/do-not-wake-me.html' title='do not wake me'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-KtuQbw7uI/AAAAAAAACN8/1FJLrRk5C-0/s72-c/tumblr_l1i1l2wzVs1qb4pkno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-317751956352270983</id><published>2010-05-05T10:35:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:15:12.238-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>obra - [vagner dida]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzMwNjcyNjkwNDQmcHQ9MTI3MzA2NzI3MjQ4NyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf" height="117" width="240" style="width:240px;height:117px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=53096496&amp;amp;path=2010/05/05&amp;amp;mycolor=e9fa00&amp;amp;mycolor2=fffefa&amp;amp;mycolor3=ebead3&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sabe, Deus nos fez a Sua imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cada detalhe moldou com Suas próprias mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fez do barro obra-prima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Divino escultor, que soprou em nós a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Olha, pra Ele não há limites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ama essa obra que um dia O rejeitou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ele a chama de Meu filho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como comparar algo á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esse amor divino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Pois todo que pede, recebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todo que busca, encontra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pra quem bater a porta, se abrirá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E o que crer jamais perecerá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas vida eterna terá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pense, se nós fazermos tudo aos que amamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Então imagine, o que Deus quer derramar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para todos os Seus filhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E pra quem pedir enviará o Santo Espírito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Pedir-Lhe e dar-sei-vos á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Batei e abrir-si-vos á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E o que crer jamais perecerá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas vida eterna... terá.&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/7925776445387559996-317751956352270983?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/317751956352270983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=317751956352270983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/317751956352270983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/317751956352270983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/05/obra-vagner-dida.html' title='obra - [vagner dida]'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-6896925702160178032</id><published>2010-05-04T08:51:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:10:40.616-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>Fé e Cura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Fé pode ajudar na prevenção de doenças, essa foi a conclusão de uma pesquisa feita nos Estados Unidos, onde monstra que existe uma conexão entre o corpo e a mente. &lt;i&gt;"a fé pode ajudar a reduzir sintomas com o ansiedade, depressão e estresse"&lt;/i&gt;. Ontem (03.05) "coincidentemente" o Jornal Hoje da TV Globo, exibiu a matéria onde contempla o mesmo assunto da lição da Escola Sabatina, desta semana. confira clicando &lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/jornal-hoje/noticia/2010/05/fe-pode-ajudar-na-prevencao-de-doencas-cardiovasculares.html"&gt;aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-AMiH8F9kI/AAAAAAAACNs/D4cZETxarFI/s1600/71624775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-AMiH8F9kI/AAAAAAAACNs/D4cZETxarFI/s400/71624775.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467383728013964866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;É verdade que há muitas coisas nesta vida que trazem preocupação, que nos levam a acordar de hora em hora, durante a madrugada, que nos fazem perder o sono! Hoje em dia difícil ver quem não se preocupa, pessoas que correm para conciliar as diversas atividades diárias. Evite o excesso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em qualquer preocupação ou dificuldade que temos que enfrentar, precisamos de Jesus, nosso Sumo Sacerdote. Ele nos aconselha a não nos preocuparmos com o amanhã &lt;i&gt;(Mateus 6:34). &lt;/i&gt;Por quê? Porque Deus está no controle. Colocar nossa confiança nAquele que conhece o amanhã pode nos dar descanso e paz hoje. Essa paz mental melhora nossa saúde mental e física. Invista no que permanece. Pra que consumir todo o nosso tempo em projetos que serão submersos um dia? Pra que nos deixar vencer pela ansiedade e preocupação por algo que não existirá em um futuro próximo? Tudo o que nossas mãos conseguirem produzir sem a presença de Cristo será desfeito um dia. É necessário desfazer-se dessas coisas que consomem toda a tua energia, pode ser um sentimento, uma atividade estressante. Você tem carregado coisas demais, que te impedem de caminhar? Pense nisso e descanse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Ao acreditarmos nos planos de Deus, por mais improváveis que pareçam, seremos conduzidos para onde o Senhor quer.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;na segurança de seus braços de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-6896925702160178032?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/6896925702160178032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=6896925702160178032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6896925702160178032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6896925702160178032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/05/fe-e-cura.html' title='Fé e Cura'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S-AMiH8F9kI/AAAAAAAACNs/D4cZETxarFI/s72-c/71624775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-5844698906196646084</id><published>2010-04-28T22:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:31:23.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'># chicletinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1DYN9RuNL3I/TboUiLxyboI/AAAAAAAAChw/z-Ug15yFLOU/s1600/184606_206529122696847_100000192814314_940336_2962454_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1DYN9RuNL3I/TboUiLxyboI/AAAAAAAAChw/z-Ug15yFLOU/s400/184606_206529122696847_100000192814314_940336_2962454_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; 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, sans-serif;"&gt; Você acha que toda Ingrid tem um Gabriel Andrade e todo Gabriel tem uma Ingrid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; 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, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; 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, sans-serif;"&gt;- Eu espero que sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; 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, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; 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, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Para o bem deles.&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/7925776445387559996-5844698906196646084?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/5844698906196646084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=5844698906196646084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5844698906196646084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5844698906196646084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/04/chicletinho.html' title='# chicletinho'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1DYN9RuNL3I/TboUiLxyboI/AAAAAAAAChw/z-Ug15yFLOU/s72-c/184606_206529122696847_100000192814314_940336_2962454_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-4927951666681915086</id><published>2010-04-27T00:50:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T01:16:54.178-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>a terra depois do pecado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muita coisa aconteceu desde que o pecado entrou neste mundo, Adão e Eva enfrentaram algumas sérias consequências. Deus deu a eles a tarefa de cultivar e guardar o jardim do Éden, por certo era uma tarefa muito agradável que lhes dava prazer, porém depois da entrada do pecado é que se&lt;i&gt; fatigavam para ganhar o pão [gênesis 3:17].&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A cada dia notamos o homem degradando a natureza, as pessoas passaram a usá-la e manipulá-la para sobreviver neste novo mundo infestado pelo pecado, uma vida na Terra em risco. Deus nunca nos deus permissão para abusar daquilo que Ele e Seu poder criador fizeram. Ele nos concede permissão para usar os recursos que Ele nos deus e deixa claro que devemos usá-los sabiamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S9Zj_Isp0xI/AAAAAAAACM0/2L1BX5A35hA/s1600/20090510085141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S9Zj_Isp0xI/AAAAAAAACM0/2L1BX5A35hA/s320/20090510085141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464665134178358034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Na Nova Terra, o Éden será restaurado, Deus dará ao homem, outra vez, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;um lindo jardim e árvores agradáveis aos olhos &lt;/span&gt;[gênesis 3:8]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Aprenderemos mais a respeito do amor, da criação e da perfeição de Deus. Conheceremos o Seu caráter e Suas obras. Os redimidos empenhar-se-ão em ocupações e prazeres que levaram felicidade a Adão e Eva no início. Será vivida a vida edênica, a vida no jardim e no campo. Amaremos pela eternidade; e quanto mais o amaremos, mais felizes seremos pois é chegada a hora deste grande dia. &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/7925776445387559996-4927951666681915086?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/4927951666681915086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=4927951666681915086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4927951666681915086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/4927951666681915086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/04/terra-depois-do-pecado.html' title='a terra depois do pecado'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S9Zj_Isp0xI/AAAAAAAACM0/2L1BX5A35hA/s72-c/20090510085141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-4926520091729261478</id><published>2010-04-24T22:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T23:00:49.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'>#</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U2L60yEOyxs/TbTQmkKsIrI/AAAAAAAAChs/kCMzyxI4hgc/s1600/OgAAABBehQv2wUo0FXGU1Iuof3Xg9njWfYP796y5xJNx1LsaMxIMA7vZzlGQdOjEV2xkVkmrDafETLyN-0SKnBGB8hwAm1T1UBtt29zDWSFaS2NyRDFhDW1PNHJz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U2L60yEOyxs/TbTQmkKsIrI/AAAAAAAAChs/kCMzyxI4hgc/s320/OgAAABBehQv2wUo0FXGU1Iuof3Xg9njWfYP796y5xJNx1LsaMxIMA7vZzlGQdOjEV2xkVkmrDafETLyN-0SKnBGB8hwAm1T1UBtt29zDWSFaS2NyRDFhDW1PNHJz.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #464646; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; 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, sans-serif;"&gt;"Eu sou sim a pessoa que some, que surta, que vai embora, que aparece do nada, que fica porque quer, que não gosta da falta de oxigênio das obrigações, que encurta uma conversa fútil, que estende um bom drama, que diz o que ninguém espera e salva uma noite. Que acha quase todo mundo meio feio, meio bobo, meio burro, meio perdido, meio de plástico. E espera impaciente ser salva por uma metade meio interessante que me tire finalmente essa sensação de perna manca quando ando sozinha por aí. Eu só queria ser legal, ser boa, ser leve".&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, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&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, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas dá realmente pra ser assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-4926520091729261478?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-6937698873080442009</id><published>2010-04-18T07:52:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:15:12.239-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>salmos 51 - [jonatas ferreira]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf" style="width: 240px; height: 117px;" width="240" height="117"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=51191794&amp;amp;path=2010/04/18&amp;amp;mycolor=FCFCFC&amp;amp;mycolor2=BAD7DB&amp;amp;mycolor3=ccdbbc&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tem compaixão de mim eu reconheço a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transgressão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livra-me do mal, livra-me de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Fiz o que é mal ao Teus olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sei que em pecado eu nasci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas hoje venho a ti Senhor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ouve o meu clamor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Lava-me mas alvo que a neve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cria em mim Senhor um novo coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Limpa-me em Tua justiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Dar-me da Tua salvação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Faz-me ouvir a Tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Quero seguir-te onde for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sem olhar pra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trás&lt;/span&gt;, sem olhar pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Traz de volta a Tua alegria e me sustenta em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;retidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Que habite em mim o Teu espírito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Que ele viva em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Abre Senhor os meus lábios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Que entoarei o Teu louvor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cantarei da Tua justiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Tu és fiel, Tu és fiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-6937698873080442009?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/6937698873080442009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=6937698873080442009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6937698873080442009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6937698873080442009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/04/encontre-mais-musicas-como-esta-em.html' title='salmos 51 - [jonatas ferreira]'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-1882918791252128472</id><published>2010-04-16T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:13:29.840-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vídeos'/><title type='text'>The Arrows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando o Pai da mentira diz a verdade,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7r4veO8lro?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/Y7r4veO8lro?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-1882918791252128472?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-1274100077762344184</id><published>2010-04-14T12:45:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:15:05.186-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens escolhidas'/><title type='text'># luto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S8Xkrvj1mPI/AAAAAAAACHY/3Wsp6C0BgAo/s1600/WPA9ystSilmane1kWwWgyYQHo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S8Xkrvj1mPI/AAAAAAAACHY/3Wsp6C0BgAo/s320/WPA9ystSilmane1kWwWgyYQHo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460021563408881906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;"&gt;"Deus pôs no coração do homem o anseio pela eternidade, mesmo assim ele&lt;br /&gt;não consegue compreender inteiramente&lt;br /&gt;o que Ele fez."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Eclesiates 3;9]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7925776445387559996-1274100077762344184?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S8Xkrvj1mPI/AAAAAAAACHY/3Wsp6C0BgAo/s72-c/WPA9ystSilmane1kWwWgyYQHo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-5407464732708877333</id><published>2010-04-13T06:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:08:45.724-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versículos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'># não se indigne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não se aborreça por causa dos maus, nem tenha inveja dos que praticam o mal. Pois eles vão desaparecer logo como a erva, que seca; eles morrerão como as plantas, que murcham. Confie em Deus, o SENHOR, e faça o bem e assim more com toda a segurança na Terra Prometida. Que a sua felicidade esteja no SENHOR! Ele lhe dará o que o seu coração deseja. Ponha a sua vida nas mãos do SENHOR, confie nele, e ele o ajudará. Ele fará com que a sua honestidade seja como a luz e com que a justiça da sua causa brilhe como o sol do meio-dia.Não se irrite por causa dos que vencem na vida, nem tenha inveja dos que conseguem realizar os seus planos de maldade. Tenha paciência, pois o SENHOR Deus cuidará disso. Não fique com raiva, não fique furioso. Não se aborreça, pois isso será pior para você. Aqueles que confiam em Deus, o SENHOR, viverão em segurança na Terra Prometida, porém os maus serão destruídos. Dentro de pouco tempo, os maus desaparecerão; você poderá procurá-los, porém não os encontrará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393604096572136514" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/StnuWWtGHEI/AAAAAAAABvA/RO35fMf-mAw/s320/20090619170100.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A falsa felicidade que vem rápida, rápida desaparece. E mesmo assim, é uma felicidade que não traz satisfação. No fim da história só é vazio e angústia. Vale a pena viver se você sente que está morto. Qual é a vantagem de ter coisas e alcançar metas, se tudo aquilo pelo qual você se empenhou tanto não trouxe satisfação ao seu desesperado coração ? Conheço pessoas que alcançaram o que queriam, houve tempo que pareciam vitoriosos e no entanto pergunto: onde estão hoje ? Qual foi o triste fim dessas pessoas ? Por isso, continuemos na busca de nossos objetivos, trilhando a senda agreste dos princípios e valores espirituais. Hoje, nas diferentes circunstâncias da vida: O Senhor conhece os dias dos íntegros; a herança deles permanecerá para sempre. Amém ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;[salmos 37]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-5407464732708877333?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/5407464732708877333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=5407464732708877333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5407464732708877333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5407464732708877333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2009/10/temporaria-felicidade-dos-perversos.html' title='# não se indigne'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/StnuWWtGHEI/AAAAAAAABvA/RO35fMf-mAw/s72-c/20090619170100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-5608373794261528788</id><published>2010-04-11T06:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:09:01.051-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='textos'/><title type='text'>Vestes de inocência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ObbNhIRH6F4/TaIrPuJeQKI/AAAAAAAAChE/z34MamVoKDY/s1600/tumblr_koxx2kDdUf1qzk679o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ObbNhIRH6F4/TaIrPuJeQKI/AAAAAAAAChE/z34MamVoKDY/s320/tumblr_koxx2kDdUf1qzk679o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: justify;" style="line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: justify;" style="line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E nos foi levado, a inocência, a pureza e uma vida santa e preparada por Deus, no Éden. &amp;nbsp;Como gostaríamos que nada disso tivesse ocorrido, se possível fosse criar uma maquina para voltar o tempo e perceber que nada daquilo realmente não valia a pena.Como anseio ganhar tudo isso! Crescemos, procurando não ser enganados pelas mentiras de Satanás e hoje vivemos nessa luta a ser travada contra o próprio EU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: justify;" style="line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Precisamos orar constantemente para que não nos desviemos em direção às tentações, a palavra de Deus nos guia em direção a Sua verdade e para longe das mentiras. A Bíblia também nos mostra no que acreditar, como viver bem e como aceitar as roupas de inocência de salvação através de Jesus. Confiar na Palavra de Deus como verdadeira e obedecer Suas instruções nos previne de sermos arrastados em direção aos frutos proibidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: justify;" style="line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pelo fato de Adão e Eva não terem sido vigilantes, eles se afastaram da segurança de Deus. Eles se esqueceram de permanecer em constante comunicação com Ele, para que Ele pudesse lembrá-los de Suas regras de proteção. Eles pararam de ter cuidado um com o outro e desconfiaram das regras simples de salvação que lhes foram dadas. Mas Cristo, com amor, proveu o sacrifício para cobrir a nudez deles e a nossa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: justify;" style="line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando estamos sozinhos, sabemos da intimidade e proximidade que temos com Deus e Ele também sabe de nossos atos (sendo bons ou ruins), somente o eu e o seu reflexo no espelho sabe verdadeiramente o que acontece. É verdade também que nunca estivemos sozinhos, sempre houveram aqueles que estiveram sempre junto a nós e &amp;nbsp;por nós! E um Deus maravilhoso que nunca nos abandona. Aquele que não poupou o seu próprio Filho, não nos dará graciosamente Seu amor e todas as coisas? Pense nisso e tenha um nova semana em Cristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7925776445387559996-5608373794261528788?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/5608373794261528788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=5608373794261528788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5608373794261528788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5608373794261528788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2011/04/vestes-de-inocencia.html' title='Vestes de inocência'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ObbNhIRH6F4/TaIrPuJeQKI/AAAAAAAAChE/z34MamVoKDY/s72-c/tumblr_koxx2kDdUf1qzk679o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-2039859633091957267</id><published>2010-04-09T19:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:15:12.241-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>novo lar - [ana beatriz]</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzA4NTI2NTQ5ODYmcHQ9MTI3MDg1MjY1Nzg1MCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTU2ODAyYjhmMzg5ODQ2MTRiODEx/ZDA2OGYzOTY4ZGYw.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf" style="width: 240px; height: 117px;" width="240" height="117"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=50365487&amp;amp;path=2010/04/09&amp;amp;mycolor=d4f7d2&amp;amp;mycolor2=5BBF2C&amp;amp;mycolor3=e6e6e6&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;"&gt;Posso ver pela fé os passos de um deus que perto está&lt;br /&gt;Vem chegando o dia em que toda língua confessará&lt;br /&gt;Que só cristo é verdade e salvação&lt;br /&gt;O caminho que leva ao céu o meu novo lar&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia que passa me sinto mais perto desse lugar&lt;br /&gt;Onde a paz e a alegria ao lado de cristo serão sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Lá verei os queridos que tanto amei&lt;br /&gt;Jamais morte ali reinará, no meu novo lar&lt;br /&gt;Quando o céu enfim se abrir&lt;br /&gt;Numa nuvem de glória verei meu salvador&lt;br /&gt;Na cidade do mestre eu quero morar onde os dias jamais terão fim&lt;br /&gt;O céu será para sempre meu lar&lt;br /&gt;Muitos vivem buscando encontrar um sentido pro existir&lt;br /&gt;Mas desprezam a tua palavra e os sinais que estão a se cumprir&lt;br /&gt;Há uma terra de paz além daqui&lt;br /&gt;E todo aquele que crer no senhor ali viverá&lt;br /&gt;Já posso ouvir o coro de anjos&lt;br /&gt;E os remidos enfim a cantar numa só voz&lt;br /&gt;Santo,santo santo,santo&lt;br /&gt;Santo é o senhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-2039859633091957267?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/2039859633091957267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=2039859633091957267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-8436201849936122575</id><published>2010-04-08T08:52:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:18:01.240-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'># dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S73D1ghLpPI/AAAAAAAACHI/dqLpD9aRMfI/s1600/tumblr_ktun4kZTOi1qzj6oko1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457733647472502002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S73D1ghLpPI/AAAAAAAACHI/dqLpD9aRMfI/s320/tumblr_ktun4kZTOi1qzj6oko1_500_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sonhei que você sonhava comigo. ou foi o contrário? seja como for, pouco importa: não me desperte, por favor, não te desperto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7925776445387559996-8436201849936122575?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/8436201849936122575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=8436201849936122575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8436201849936122575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8436201849936122575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/04/dreaming.html' title='# dreaming'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S73D1ghLpPI/AAAAAAAACHI/dqLpD9aRMfI/s72-c/tumblr_ktun4kZTOi1qzj6oko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-6819184532400243842</id><published>2010-04-07T22:26:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:18:15.936-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>dia 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S70xu3gx_mI/AAAAAAAACG4/0BDZxbqBSy0/s1600/tumblr_kz07n8Ftg01qzbw9go1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457573004688096866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S70xu3gx_mI/AAAAAAAACG4/0BDZxbqBSy0/s320/tumblr_kz07n8Ftg01qzbw9go1_400_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;você sabe muitas coisas... parece que já nasceu me conhecendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;não dá pra fugir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bem que a gente tenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sinto o seu cheiro a distância...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sinto frio e o meu coração acelerado, se bem que se ele acelera, esquenta.&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/7925776445387559996-6819184532400243842?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/6819184532400243842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=6819184532400243842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6819184532400243842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/6819184532400243842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/04/dia-7.html' title='dia 7'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S70xu3gx_mI/AAAAAAAACG4/0BDZxbqBSy0/s72-c/tumblr_kz07n8Ftg01qzbw9go1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-8093567428277733137</id><published>2010-04-06T21:48:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:15:12.242-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>como agradecer - [daniel cruz]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzA2MDI*OTg*MTEmcHQ9MTI3MDYwMjUwMDk2OSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWUwMDZhZWQ*NDllYTRjN2Q5NWJl/YWJhMjM*MTQ3Mzgx.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNzA4NTEyNzU5MjQmcHQ9MTI3MDg1MTI3ODg4NiZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWUwMDZhZWQ*NDllYTRjN2Q5NWJl/YWJhMjM*MTQ3Mzgx.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf" height="117" width="240" style="width:240px;height:117px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.mixpod.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=50059325&amp;amp;path=2010/04/06&amp;amp;mycolor=d1d1d1&amp;amp;mycolor2=77ADD1&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Como agradecer a Jesus o que fez por mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sem eu merecer vem provar o Seu amor sem fim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As vozes de um milhão de anjos não poderiam expressar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A gratidão que vibra em meu ser, por tudo devo a Ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Deus seja a glória, a Deus seja a glória, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Deus seja a glória, pelo que fez por mim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Com Seu sangue lavou-me, Seu poder transformou-me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Deus seja a glória pelo que fez por mim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quero entregar, Senhor, a minha vida em Tuas mãos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E quero dar meu louvor pela Tua eterna salvação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Com Seu sangue lavou-me, Seu poder transformou-me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Deus seja a glória pelo que fez por mim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-8093567428277733137?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/8093567428277733137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=8093567428277733137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8093567428277733137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8093567428277733137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/04/como-agradecer-daniel-cruz.html' title='como agradecer - [daniel cruz]'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-3909664772711714562</id><published>2010-04-05T21:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:00:38.435-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagens escolhidas'/><title type='text'>Palavra de D-us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S7qGrPiz3rI/AAAAAAAACGY/izXZnujtgOU/s1600/zz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456821975977811634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S7qGrPiz3rI/AAAAAAAACGY/izXZnujtgOU/s320/zz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deveríamos perceber que tudo que existe deriva da &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;PALAVRA&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;DEUS&lt;/span&gt;, na qual o amor divino é manifesto a qualquer um com a menor capacidade criativa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[Brennan Manning]&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/7925776445387559996-3909664772711714562?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/3909664772711714562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=3909664772711714562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3909664772711714562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3909664772711714562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/04/palavra-de-d-us_05.html' title='Palavra de D-us'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S7qGrPiz3rI/AAAAAAAACGY/izXZnujtgOU/s72-c/zz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-5261264380891013953</id><published>2010-04-01T08:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:46:02.735-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>T de Tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S7SHNKYxEUI/AAAAAAAACGI/NujdkRWWNfw/s1600/tumblr_kzak5dBFjR1qzsb00o1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455133708848795970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S7SHNKYxEUI/AAAAAAAACGI/NujdkRWWNfw/s320/tumblr_kzak5dBFjR1qzsb00o1_400_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T: Hoje ainda não te disse que gosto muito de ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hum..Deixa-me cá ver...Não, ainda não disseste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T: Então também não vou dizer, ora essa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acho que estou a precisar de óculos, porque pareceu-me que o escreveste ainda há um minuto atrás...mas se foi ou não, eu também gosto muito de ti, mais do que alguma vezes possas imaginar. Nem potências o transmitem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-5261264380891013953?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/5261264380891013953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=5261264380891013953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5261264380891013953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/5261264380891013953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/04/t-de-tu.html' title='T de Tu'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S7SHNKYxEUI/AAAAAAAACGI/NujdkRWWNfw/s72-c/tumblr_kzak5dBFjR1qzsb00o1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-2199769108447753791</id><published>2010-03-30T10:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:15:12.244-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>pra quem nada tem - [ana beatriz]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNjk5NTU3OTA3NzYmcHQ9MTI2OTk1NTg2MTE5MSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWUwMDZhZWQ*NDllYTRjN2Q5NWJl/YWJhMjM*MTQ3Mzgx.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf" height="117" width="240" style="width:240px;height:117px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/notebook.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=49120605&amp;amp;path=2010/03/30&amp;amp;mycolor=e4e869&amp;amp;mycolor2=fc9e60&amp;amp;mycolor3=e5f5da&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje, se ouvirdes a Sua voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não endureçais o vosso coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Essas são palavras do Espírito de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que outra vez você ouviu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não resista mais ao convite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nos braços de Jesus cabemos todos nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ele nos restaura com o toque de Sua mão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas qual será sua decisão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pra toda culpa e dor, Jesus tem a cura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para quem quer viver, Ele é o pão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pra qualquer sofrer da alma, Ele traz a paz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pra quem nada tem, Ele tudo é.&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/7925776445387559996-2199769108447753791?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/2199769108447753791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=2199769108447753791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2199769108447753791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/2199769108447753791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/03/pra-quem-nada-tem-ana-beatriz.html' title='pra quem nada tem - [ana beatriz]'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-8939992186995200538</id><published>2010-03-29T18:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:56:04.120-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nooma'/><title type='text'>rod bell [05] - noise</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNjk*NjYzODUwOTUmcHQ9MTI2OTQ2NjM4NzUxMyZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPWUwMDZhZWQ*NDllYTRjN2Q5NWJl/YWJhMjM*MTQ3Mzgx.gif" /&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;visibility: visible; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Há alguma ligação entre a quantidade de ruído em nossas vidas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;visibility: visible; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e nossa inabilidade de ouvir Deus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;visibility: visible; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A irreverência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;visibility: visible; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/13581200" width="400" height="265" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ele o espera no silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-8939992186995200538?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/8939992186995200538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=8939992186995200538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8939992186995200538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/8939992186995200538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/03/rod-bell-05-noise.html' title='rod bell [05] - noise'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-3240852936878794930</id><published>2010-03-28T10:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:13:33.398-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>menino,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S7CzZXMBDdI/AAAAAAAACE4/18SHFRiRmqo/s1600/20090324231436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S7CzZXMBDdI/AAAAAAAACE4/18SHFRiRmqo/s320/20090324231436.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454056397048188370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tenho mesmo que ir, menino....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;É que o tempo, que a gente não vê passar, passa assim mesmo e não manda lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S7Cx5ZASBUI/AAAAAAAACEw/Sa3rVDa4_-E/s1600/20090324231436.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sigo atenta com ele, tenho pressa de vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7925776445387559996-3240852936878794930?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/3240852936878794930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=3240852936878794930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3240852936878794930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/3240852936878794930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/03/menino.html' title='menino,'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira 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padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/16px 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); "&gt;As the music at the banquet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/16px 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; width: 341px; color: rgb(104, 104, 104); "&gt;Como a música em um banquete&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/16px 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); "&gt;As the wine before the meal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/16px 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; width: 341px; color: rgb(104, 104, 104); "&gt;Tal como o vinho antes da refeição&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/16px 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); "&gt;As the firelight in the night&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/16px 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; width: 341px; color: rgb(104, 104, 104); "&gt;Como os fogos de artifício na noite&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/16px 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); "&gt;So are you to me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/16px 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; width: 341px; color: rgb(104, 104, 104); "&gt;Assim é você para mim&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc "&gt;&lt;td class="col1 vazio" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/16px 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 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Ms', Lucida, monospace; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); "&gt;As the fruit upon the tree&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/16px 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; width: 341px; color: rgb(104, 104, 104); "&gt;Tal como o fruto em cima da árvore&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/16px 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); "&gt;As the wind blows over the plains&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/16px 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; width: 341px; color: rgb(104, 104, 104); "&gt;Como o vento sopra sobre as planícies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class=""&gt;&lt;td class="col1" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/16px 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); "&gt;So are you to me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="col2" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/16px 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; width: 341px; color: rgb(104, 104, 104); "&gt;Assim é você para mim&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="spc "&gt;&lt;td class="col1 vazio" style="text-align: left;font-size: 13px; vertical-align: top; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 13px/16px 'Trebuchet Ms', Lucida, monospace; color: rgb(163, 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E Abraão, aquele homem cujos defeitos a esposa conhecia de perto, calmo, esperando, esperando. Foi demais para Sara. Posso até vê-la na sua tenda, arregaçando as mangas e dizendo: "Chega ! Se nem Deus nem Abraão estão tomando alguma providência, deixem comigo que eu dou um jeito". E ela engendrou um planozinho infalível. Só que não era o de Deus. Que pena ! Até hoje vemos, na briga entre palestinos e israelenses, o resultado da insubmissão de Sara. Embora seja citada como nosso exemplo de submissão pelo apóstolo Pedro, ela também falhou quando deixou de se submeter a Deus primeiro, e consequentemente ao seu marido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S6lfMd0WtUI/AAAAAAAACD8/mhmChOXoAPU/s1600-h/KeepingTheFlameAlive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S6lfMd0WtUI/AAAAAAAACD8/mhmChOXoAPU/s400/KeepingTheFlameAlive.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451993491675985218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;E Deus a deserdou por isso ? Não, o nosso Deus maravilhoso a redimiu, e no tempo próprio lhe mostrou que a solução que ele tinha em mente era muito melhor. E também não tirou dela o papel de ajudadora, instruindo Abraão, que fora conivente com o plano da esposa: &lt;i&gt;"Atende a Sara em tudo que ela disser" [Gênesis 21:12]&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;b&gt;O plano era de Deus&lt;/b&gt; e nem Sara, nem Abraão, podiam frustrá-lo. Suas funções continuaram intactas mesmo quando eles falharam lamentavelmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sei que talvez haja esposas lendo este texto cujos maridos não fazem por merecer nem um tiquinho de respeito. A ordem de Deus é para elas também? Por que Deus pediria isso de nós?&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;"&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-family:arial;"&gt;Em Efésios 5:22 lemos que a esposa demonstra respeito pelo marido quando lhe é submissa, no Senhor, como a Igreja deve ser submissa a Cristo e mas pra frente no versículo 33 encontramos a seguinte passagem &lt;i&gt;"Cada um de vós, também ame a sua própria esposa como a si mesmo, e a esposa respeite o seu marido"  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entendo que Cristo quer nos dizer que &lt;b&gt;submissão é respeito&lt;/b&gt;, é a entrega verdadeira e voluntária de algo que nos pertence por direito. A submissão é uma doação de quem somos, de tudo o que somos, em favor do outro. É uma ação que somente a própria esposa pode praticar - a de &lt;b&gt;se entregar a si mesma&lt;/b&gt;. Respeitar o marido está ligado intrinsecamente à masculinidade dele. É através de uma atitude respeitosa que ela demonstra seu amor por ele. Para ele se sentir amado é necessário demonstrar: confiança, aceitação, apreciação, aprovação admiração e encorajamento. É o que levará o homem a ser melhor que ele pode ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deus tem poder para mudar qualquer circunstância da nossa vida&lt;/b&gt; num abrir e fechar de olhos. Quando oramos desesperadamente por mudanças, e elas não ocorrem, é porque ele está mais &lt;b&gt;interessado em mudar o nosso coração.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&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-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;texto extraído e adaptado do livro: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mundocristao.com.br/produtosdet.asp?cod_produto=10303&amp;amp;cod_categoria=5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Conte Comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/7925776445387559996-1456413700134501003?l=www.daingrid.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.daingrid.com/feeds/1456413700134501003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7925776445387559996&amp;postID=1456413700134501003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1456413700134501003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7925776445387559996/posts/default/1456413700134501003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.daingrid.com/2010/03/abraao-e-sara.html' title=': submissão é respeito'/><author><name>Ingrid Oliveira !</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10361271059854079967</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/TOEsNo29w-I/AAAAAAAACeI/C-6xCCwu4b4/S220/OgAAAJrNn7t6Qu2_Y8uR7jzlEl-Wetk5yRMqhH1cHTsghSVTAnTEq5Ljpjf4JZX_DS1imCEMdiRpAGlZHnvt37R-Em8Am1T1UElJmcYdBMnnQPondhX8-tpTVmbI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pblJMSq4JgE/S6lfMd0WtUI/AAAAAAAACD8/mhmChOXoAPU/s72-c/KeepingTheFlameAlive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7925776445387559996.post-3699234491603350939</id><published>2010-03-24T20:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T17:16:28.944-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.co
