<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005</id><updated>2012-02-27T20:19:05.347-08:00</updated><category term='Comunidade Plena Adoração'/><category term='Reflexão'/><category term='Conversas'/><category term='Testemunho'/><category term='Moda'/><category term='Carta do Pai'/><category term='Louvor e adoração'/><category term='Tira'/><category term='Crônicas'/><category term='Dia de alguma coisa'/><category term='Fotos'/><category term='Livros'/><category term='Poesia'/><category term='Orações'/><category term='Política'/><category term='O mundo de Júlia'/><category term='Artistas'/><category term='Plena palavra profética'/><category term='Filme'/><category term='Cia Teatro Jeová Nissi'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Musica'/><category term='Apocalipse'/><category term='Coisas de criança'/><category term='Verso'/><category term='Cotidiano'/><category term='Aniversariantes'/><category term='Interessante'/><title type='text'>joyce carolino</title><subtitle type='html'>"Não nasci pra ser menos do que eu posso ser."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-4979867991600760403</id><published>2011-12-29T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T09:02:44.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia de alguma coisa'/><title type='text'>Última postagem do ano!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gaqixO1fC4/Tvyc_1kpiuI/AAAAAAAABHY/DiJc6P2URuQ/s1600/abraco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gaqixO1fC4/Tvyc_1kpiuI/AAAAAAAABHY/DiJc6P2URuQ/s400/abraco.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se tem uma coisa indescritível nesse momento, é a minha saudade de escrever por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Uma  das metas do prózimo ano é estar na ativa semanalmente, até porque tem  muitas coisas boas para compartilhar com vocês leitores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo  um balanço desse ano, foi muito melhor que o ano de 2010! Graças à  Deus, muitas coisas boas aconteceram, conquistas e novos horizontes de  conhecimento foram abertos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final do ano, sempre é bom  pra gente para e refletir sobre o que conseguimos alcançar de todas as  metas estabelecidas e todas as mudanças para nós e em nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo à todos vocês&amp;nbsp; leitores do Blog, mais uma etapa marvilhosa e cheia de coisas boas nesse novo ano!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2012 vem pra gente ser melhor!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abraço da Joy, aquele bem apertado de estralar a coluna!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-4979867991600760403?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/4979867991600760403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/12/ultima-postagem-do-ano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4979867991600760403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4979867991600760403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/12/ultima-postagem-do-ano.html' title='Última postagem do ano!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gaqixO1fC4/Tvyc_1kpiuI/AAAAAAAABHY/DiJc6P2URuQ/s72-c/abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-8353584217337033024</id><published>2011-12-29T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T08:59:30.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><title type='text'>Escola e amigos da Adoração</title><content type='html'>Não poderia encerrar o ano, sem postar algumas fotos dos momentos incríveis que passei na Escola de Adoração esse ano, juntamente com meus irmãos Roger, Dany e Thiago o Grulhet's como chamo! rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo demais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3cpTrtJaxy8/TvycFZFKaMI/AAAAAAAABGs/iN7P1nlUqmc/s1600/escola_de_adroa%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o2011+%25287%2529.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3cpTrtJaxy8/TvycFZFKaMI/AAAAAAAABGs/iN7P1nlUqmc/s320/escola_de_adroa%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o2011+%25287%2529.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3y67UzwtsHY/TvycGE5qKDI/AAAAAAAABG0/7EQKmQDRETU/s1600/escola_de_adroa%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o2011+%25282%2529.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3y67UzwtsHY/TvycGE5qKDI/AAAAAAAABG0/7EQKmQDRETU/s320/escola_de_adroa%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o2011+%25282%2529.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-URbmtB74-Hk/TvycGzbej4I/AAAAAAAABG8/3YqO2rmJJsY/s1600/escola_de_adroa%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o2011+%25283%2529.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-URbmtB74-Hk/TvycGzbej4I/AAAAAAAABG8/3YqO2rmJJsY/s320/escola_de_adroa%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o2011+%25283%2529.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFdqUBHecfc/TvycHVvsfSI/AAAAAAAABHE/mgXEWP8tRrs/s1600/escola_de_adroa%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o2011+%25284%2529.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jFdqUBHecfc/TvycHVvsfSI/AAAAAAAABHE/mgXEWP8tRrs/s320/escola_de_adroa%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o2011+%25284%2529.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wEmNjWJ63Fc/TvycICihsEI/AAAAAAAABHM/RVUKp72j2q8/s1600/escola_de_adroa%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o2011+%25285%2529.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wEmNjWJ63Fc/TvycICihsEI/AAAAAAAABHM/RVUKp72j2q8/s320/escola_de_adroa%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o2011+%25285%2529.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraço apertadão!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-8353584217337033024?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/8353584217337033024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/12/escola-de-adoracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8353584217337033024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8353584217337033024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/12/escola-de-adoracao.html' title='Escola e amigos da Adoração'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3cpTrtJaxy8/TvycFZFKaMI/AAAAAAAABGs/iN7P1nlUqmc/s72-c/escola_de_adroa%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o2011+%25287%2529.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-596681053741686699</id><published>2011-10-10T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:33:14.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comunidade Plena Adoração'/><title type='text'>Aniver da Plena Adoração!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Um novo espaço, um novo lugar, nova visão e novas conquistas! Plena adoração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É assim que a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plenaadoracao.com.br/"&gt;Comunidade evangélica Plena Adoração&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; localizada na Zona Sul de São Paulo, na estr. de Itapecerica comemora seu 1°aniversário! (em novo salão).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A festa que teve seu início no dia 6, e permaneceu nos dias: 7, 8 e 9, foi marcada com as presenças especiais de: &lt;a href="http://www.jotta-a.com.br/"&gt;Jotta A&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thallesroberto.com.br/"&gt;Thalles Roberto&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.sergiosaas.com.br/"&gt;Sérgio Saas&lt;/a&gt;, e também as bandas da própria comunidade como: Renovo Pleno, Impacto Soul&amp;nbsp;e Coral Plena Adoração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Foram momentos mais que especiais que&amp;nbsp;irão ficar para sempre marcados na vida de quem esteve presente. Mais de duas mil pessoas passaram por aquele lugar e foram ministradas poderosamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A festa contou com o mais novo projeto &lt;strong&gt;"Over Jesus"&lt;/strong&gt; que nasceu no coração do Pr. Peterson Silva, e tem contagiado os jovens e todo o público! Camisetas e folders espalhados pela Igreja fazia menção do novo que Deus tem preparado para todos nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Confira algumas fotos deste último final de semana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hcg_DH6Tluw/TpNSviaR5LI/AAAAAAAABCc/SQmLQxjw4JQ/s1600/IMG_1328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hcg_DH6Tluw/TpNSviaR5LI/AAAAAAAABCc/SQmLQxjw4JQ/s320/IMG_1328.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Impacto Soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0f3miw6gLA/TpNS7aZz0EI/AAAAAAAABCg/EcyYhb7X7Rs/s1600/IMG_1327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W0f3miw6gLA/TpNS7aZz0EI/AAAAAAAABCg/EcyYhb7X7Rs/s320/IMG_1327.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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k4N-AU1LhQ0/TpNTD1RzJiI/AAAAAAAABCk/WlwnkKtTwu0/s1600/IMG_1331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k4N-AU1LhQ0/TpNTD1RzJiI/AAAAAAAABCk/WlwnkKtTwu0/s320/IMG_1331.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Impacto Soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xUfcPb3DJoY/TpNTVen8XWI/AAAAAAAABCo/JDIUadps_uE/s1600/IMG_1337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xUfcPb3DJoY/TpNTVen8XWI/AAAAAAAABCo/JDIUadps_uE/s320/IMG_1337.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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riITcHyqdA8/TpNTdG4Ls-I/AAAAAAAABCs/RD8I1BRExLU/s1600/IMG_1323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-riITcHyqdA8/TpNTdG4Ls-I/AAAAAAAABCs/RD8I1BRExLU/s320/IMG_1323.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jovens da Plena Adoração junto com o Pr. Peterson (orange hair!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LKcVyNX4fJ8/TpNTsgacFSI/AAAAAAAABCw/KpmSaGDxNvs/s1600/IMG_1341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LKcVyNX4fJ8/TpNTsgacFSI/AAAAAAAABCw/KpmSaGDxNvs/s320/IMG_1341.JPG" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pr. Miguel Neto (amo demais!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_Zk8GW_bOQ/TpNT8PBpU5I/AAAAAAAABC0/lxoJoWWTxLw/s1600/IMG_1373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j_Zk8GW_bOQ/TpNT8PBpU5I/AAAAAAAABC0/lxoJoWWTxLw/s320/IMG_1373.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thalles Roberto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-kjXOfv1vI/TpNUIuDRG8I/AAAAAAAABC4/DKtCEwPcAGA/s1600/IMG_1361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-kjXOfv1vI/TpNUIuDRG8I/AAAAAAAABC4/DKtCEwPcAGA/s320/IMG_1361.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 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/-t5KNIawhbmM/TpNUgyXtLOI/AAAAAAAABDA/BU8YMuzGNN0/s1600/IMG_1367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t5KNIawhbmM/TpNUgyXtLOI/AAAAAAAABDA/BU8YMuzGNN0/s320/IMG_1367.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thalles Roberto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kauB0-_u4G0/TpNUsQG-QhI/AAAAAAAABDE/Yt7tI5XFkTk/s1600/IMG_1355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kauB0-_u4G0/TpNUsQG-QhI/AAAAAAAABDE/Yt7tI5XFkTk/s320/IMG_1355.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cacau, Braguinha e Cia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VCk1pn6Du8I/TpNVL5bM67I/AAAAAAAABDI/SoWttW6AWQs/s1600/Saas+e+banda++-+N%25C3%25ADver+da+Plena+%252810%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VCk1pn6Du8I/TpNVL5bM67I/AAAAAAAABDI/SoWttW6AWQs/s320/Saas+e+banda++-+N%25C3%25ADver+da+Plena+%252810%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sérgio Saas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QiTM4Ae4HCc/TpNVaZB_K-I/AAAAAAAABDM/HfZwMfA8vrQ/s1600/Saas+e+banda++-+N%25C3%25ADver+da+Plena+%252814%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QiTM4Ae4HCc/TpNVaZB_K-I/AAAAAAAABDM/HfZwMfA8vrQ/s320/Saas+e+banda++-+N%25C3%25ADver+da+Plena+%252814%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Davi Amâncio e Abel Teclas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8jmvrMLthzk/TpNVtKZQvpI/AAAAAAAABDQ/RJnULRM3IUc/s1600/Saas+e+banda++-+N%25C3%25ADver+da+Plena+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8jmvrMLthzk/TpNVtKZQvpI/AAAAAAAABDQ/RJnULRM3IUc/s320/Saas+e+banda++-+N%25C3%25ADver+da+Plena+%25282%2529.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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COs0-VSWNZg/TpNV3wMixGI/AAAAAAAABDU/TyNfqsV7rpI/s1600/Saas+e+banda++-+N%25C3%25ADver+da+Plena+%252821%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COs0-VSWNZg/TpNV3wMixGI/AAAAAAAABDU/TyNfqsV7rpI/s320/Saas+e+banda++-+N%25C3%25ADver+da+Plena+%252821%2529.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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MopmQOVjEiU/TpNWAJoukHI/AAAAAAAABDY/cLNLSamRbKY/s1600/Saas+e+banda++-+N%25C3%25ADver+da+Plena+%252824%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MopmQOVjEiU/TpNWAJoukHI/AAAAAAAABDY/cLNLSamRbKY/s320/Saas+e+banda++-+N%25C3%25ADver+da+Plena+%252824%2529.JPG" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pr. Elson e o Serginho..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HrOvER-daIY/TpNWME5l58I/AAAAAAAABDc/c_--3QKuGCc/s1600/Saas+e+banda++-+N%25C3%25ADver+da+Plena+%252833%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HrOvER-daIY/TpNWME5l58I/AAAAAAAABDc/c_--3QKuGCc/s320/Saas+e+banda++-+N%25C3%25ADver+da+Plena+%252833%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Serginho e as crianças da Plena!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-596681053741686699?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/596681053741686699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/10/aniver-da-plena-adoracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/596681053741686699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/596681053741686699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/10/aniver-da-plena-adoracao.html' title='Aniver da Plena Adoração!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hcg_DH6Tluw/TpNSviaR5LI/AAAAAAAABCc/SQmLQxjw4JQ/s72-c/IMG_1328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-5104864155678573065</id><published>2011-10-06T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:13:21.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>Retrospectiva Lars Von Trier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-420yXSGZ1bk/To3sqVPxcuI/AAAAAAAABCI/QDany6rSO8k/s1600/lars-von-trier-dirigindo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-420yXSGZ1bk/To3sqVPxcuI/AAAAAAAABCI/QDany6rSO8k/s400/lars-von-trier-dirigindo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A minha última experiência no cinema com o Lars, foi "Melancolia". O filme me chamou atenção para vários pontos da vida humana, bastante interessante e sustendador do título!Há outros como "Dogville", "Manderlay" e "Anti-Cristo" que são bem comentados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lars gosta de ser polêmico. Mas ele é polêmico naquilo que ele acredita, e na maioria das vezes, te convence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E por falar nele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Está sendo realizada em São Paulo na Cinemateca, de 04 a 20 de outubro, e no Rio de Janeiro no Instituto Moreira Sales, de 10 a 19 de novembro, a &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Retrospectiva&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lars Von Trier"&lt;/strong&gt;, mostra que apresentará filmes e documentários de toda a carreira do diretor dinamarquês Lars Von Trier, alguns nunca, ou raramente, vistos no Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A programação prevista para a Cinemateca Brasileira em São Paulo, se encontra &lt;a href="http://www.ambbrasilia.um.dk/br/servicemenu/noticias/retrospectivalarsvontrier.htm"&gt;aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;beijobeijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-5104864155678573065?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/5104864155678573065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/10/retrospectiva-lars-von-trier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5104864155678573065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5104864155678573065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/10/retrospectiva-lars-von-trier.html' title='Retrospectiva Lars Von Trier'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-420yXSGZ1bk/To3sqVPxcuI/AAAAAAAABCI/QDany6rSO8k/s72-c/lars-von-trier-dirigindo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-8108571718743769950</id><published>2011-10-04T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:03:35.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comunidade Plena Adoração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louvor e adoração'/><title type='text'>Níver da Comunidade com Thalles Roberto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Tá chegando o dia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sábado dia&amp;nbsp;8 às 19hs, receberemos o cantor &lt;strong&gt;Thalles Roberto&lt;/strong&gt; no &lt;strong&gt;aniversário da Comunidade Plena Adoração!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Ele tem abençoado vidas com suas musicas bem agitadas e contagiantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, 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="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgpO6HFesjs/TotlLxmSiHI/AAAAAAAABCE/81BPLpkeCms/s1600/123.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgpO6HFesjs/TotlLxmSiHI/AAAAAAAABCE/81BPLpkeCms/s1600/123.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Não percam! Te encontro lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-8108571718743769950?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/8108571718743769950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/10/ta-chegando-o-dia-sabado-dia-9-as-19hs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8108571718743769950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8108571718743769950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/10/ta-chegando-o-dia-sabado-dia-9-as-19hs.html' title='Níver da Comunidade com Thalles Roberto'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgpO6HFesjs/TotlLxmSiHI/AAAAAAAABCE/81BPLpkeCms/s72-c/123.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7481312687012341745</id><published>2011-09-30T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:26:04.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>te quis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oHKK1mVlc6g/ToYhuYMZ4VI/AAAAAAAABCA/CnPcmgCtcbg/s1600/tumblr_lnvynbpL4x1qlaa6wo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oHKK1mVlc6g/ToYhuYMZ4VI/AAAAAAAABCA/CnPcmgCtcbg/s400/tumblr_lnvynbpL4x1qlaa6wo1_400_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quis.&lt;br /&gt;acreditei que era pra ser. me envolvi.&lt;br /&gt;mergulhei explorando, fui mais, fui além.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e no além de tudo que explorei, me envolvi &lt;br /&gt;e acreditei que era pra ser, não mais quis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois em meio as nuvens percebi que eu estava:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- sozinha -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você não quis.&lt;br /&gt;você não acreditou, não se envolveu.&lt;br /&gt;não mergulhou, não explorou, não foi mais, não foi além.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se sofri? o sol me aqueceu.&lt;br /&gt;se chorei? o vento recolheu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;se amei? as nuvens o sabem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-7481312687012341745?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/7481312687012341745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/09/te-quis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7481312687012341745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7481312687012341745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/09/te-quis.html' title='te quis'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oHKK1mVlc6g/ToYhuYMZ4VI/AAAAAAAABCA/CnPcmgCtcbg/s72-c/tumblr_lnvynbpL4x1qlaa6wo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7253172225072566067</id><published>2011-09-28T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:20:21.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><title type='text'>Expo Cristã 2011</title><content type='html'>Temos fotinhas novas!!! &lt;br /&gt;Foram tiradas na 10° edição da Expo Cristã, neste final de semana.&lt;br /&gt;Cliquem para ampliá-las! beijo grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jIxtBmfuDx4/ToNpHWEahlI/AAAAAAAABBU/WlLtz0QIqD0/s1600/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+2011+%252825%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jIxtBmfuDx4/ToNpHWEahlI/AAAAAAAABBU/WlLtz0QIqD0/s320/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+2011+%252825%2529.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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpX-5832uHs/ToNo2ZX9BDI/AAAAAAAABBM/yLv9is43xRQ/s1600/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+2011+%25289%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpX-5832uHs/ToNo2ZX9BDI/AAAAAAAABBM/yLv9is43xRQ/s320/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+2011+%25289%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;[Meninos do Ministério de Teatro Jeová Nissi]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITNS82NXI4w/ToNqjASQVJI/AAAAAAAABBw/3HxLvzzukes/s1600/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+-+By+Mauricio+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ITNS82NXI4w/ToNqjASQVJI/AAAAAAAABBw/3HxLvzzukes/s320/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+-+By+Mauricio+%25281%2529.JPG" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;[Daniela, esposa do Maurício líder do Coral Projeto Afirma]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ6_T4q7yMY/ToNpZG_qaxI/AAAAAAAABBc/Fv585XSvlWk/s1600/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+2011+%252831%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQ6_T4q7yMY/ToNpZG_qaxI/AAAAAAAABBc/Fv585XSvlWk/s320/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+2011+%252831%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;[Verônicat's]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XlW3sAHKmsA/ToNpPOKfN7I/AAAAAAAABBY/zCMeyEmVL88/s1600/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+2011+%252832%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XlW3sAHKmsA/ToNpPOKfN7I/AAAAAAAABBY/zCMeyEmVL88/s320/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+2011+%252832%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;[Equipe de Eventos Maga Saas - Ahahaha]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwGneVFWK2w/ToNpevQjkRI/AAAAAAAABBg/ouv2QIe00_E/s1600/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+2011+%252823%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JwGneVFWK2w/ToNpevQjkRI/AAAAAAAABBg/ouv2QIe00_E/s320/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+2011+%252823%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;[Fabi e eu felizes pela aquisição do Livro "Feitas de nuvem e pó"&amp;nbsp;do nosso amigo Thiago Grulha]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z17ybMMuCxw/ToNp4LwL-NI/AAAAAAAABBo/0EJtXBy5UdA/s1600/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+2011+%252815%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z17ybMMuCxw/ToNp4LwL-NI/AAAAAAAABBo/0EJtXBy5UdA/s320/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+2011+%252815%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;[Maninho !!! 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Gabi Albuquerque, Débora Reis, Bruh Magalhães e Nay Duarte]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/6549306658126529005-7253172225072566067?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/7253172225072566067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/09/temos-fotinhas-novas-foram-tiradas-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7253172225072566067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7253172225072566067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/09/temos-fotinhas-novas-foram-tiradas-na.html' title='Expo Cristã 2011'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jIxtBmfuDx4/ToNpHWEahlI/AAAAAAAABBU/WlLtz0QIqD0/s72-c/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+2011+%252825%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7934622764791705516</id><published>2011-09-26T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:34:38.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>um cd que é obra de arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYfW9ahPe3s/ToDGacpX6YI/AAAAAAAABAQ/rGUar9cwGQc/s1600/capa_dani_maior.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYfW9ahPe3s/ToDGacpX6YI/AAAAAAAABAQ/rGUar9cwGQc/s1600/capa_dani_maior.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[capa do cd]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Conheci a Dani Araújo através&amp;nbsp;de um amigo.&amp;nbsp;Ele me mostrou um vídeo&amp;nbsp;dela no You tube cantando "Filho". Na última parte da canção ela se emociona e começa a chorar. Realmente lindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente estava esperando&amp;nbsp;o CD dela. Pela experiência que ela veio construindo na carreira, por suas demonstradas expectaticas quando postava no blog e notícias boca-boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admiro a Dani não só musicalmente, admiro a pessoa dela.&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga que é possível conhecer muito de alguém lendo suas palavras. E foi assim que minha admiração nasceu. Continuo acompanhando o blog dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adquiri o tão esperado cd na Expo Cristã, neste fim de semana. Cheguei em casa, fui direto para o quarto sentei no chão e comecei a escutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo na introdução fiquei admirada com a delicadeza dos arranjos musicais, e a sutileza.&lt;br /&gt;Era de se esperar algo assim, tão singelo e bonito.&lt;br /&gt;A voz da Dani é bem característica. E às vezes inesperada, surpreendente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em alguns momentos, me lembrei de canções lindas também do Léo. O que não é nada difícil, já que eles construíram juntos o trabalho e se encontram na mesma, digamos, sintonia! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu disse no Twitter, repito aqui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O cd da Dani é a obra de arte dela. Uma exposição de toda sua alma para Deus. Delicadeza admirável."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;@joycarolino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkiq4nGZlpw/ToDTbZ5JmbI/AAAAAAAABBE/oHurgQYB_D8/s1600/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+2011+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="347" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tkiq4nGZlpw/ToDTbZ5JmbI/AAAAAAAABBE/oHurgQYB_D8/s400/Expo+Crist%25C3%25A3+2011+%25281%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;[Dani e eu]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-7934622764791705516?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/7934622764791705516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/09/daniela-araujo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7934622764791705516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7934622764791705516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/09/daniela-araujo.html' title='um cd que é obra de arte'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lYfW9ahPe3s/ToDGacpX6YI/AAAAAAAABAQ/rGUar9cwGQc/s72-c/capa_dani_maior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-8768441735120259677</id><published>2011-09-22T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:47:11.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>encontros, conflitos, mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSy9FKLLe4c/TnuPbloj84I/AAAAAAAABAA/ZQwGGE5vRg4/s1600/tumblr_lrmttdK6QW1qbv46ko1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSy9FKLLe4c/TnuPbloj84I/AAAAAAAABAA/ZQwGGE5vRg4/s400/tumblr_lrmttdK6QW1qbv46ko1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca somos os mesmos depois de um encontro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca somos os mesmos depois de uma despedida, uma conversa, um sorriso, uma lágrima, um desabafo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mudamos com tudo o que nos é oferecido e imposto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mudamos com as oportunidades, com o recuar e o avançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Em qualquer lugar, entramos de um jeito e saímos de outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E por mínima que seja a mudança, ela realmente está acontecendo a todo instante dentro de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não é muito do sentir, mas do perceber. E nem precisa ser no "já", mas sim&amp;nbsp;no momento em que ela vier florescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: AR-SA;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;encontro&lt;/span&gt; gera um&amp;nbsp;conflito (no sentido de se tornar diferente internamente) os conflitos geram mudanças, as mudanças geram paixões, não no sentido de amor, mas&amp;nbsp;de identifição pessoal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: AR-SA;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Paixões alegres ou não. Boas ou ruins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Os encontros e reencontros&amp;nbsp;inter-pessoais&amp;nbsp;imediatamente quando nos atravessa,&amp;nbsp;vai de encontro a alguma experiência que possamos comparar a algo já sentido. Nessa comparação percebemos uma mudança interna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E a mudança vivifica. Nos torna, modifica, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ltera sentimentos e atitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Depois de você ler esse texto, algo em você mudou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eu mudei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-8768441735120259677?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/8768441735120259677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/09/encontros-conflitos-mudancas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8768441735120259677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8768441735120259677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/09/encontros-conflitos-mudancas.html' title='encontros, conflitos, mudanças'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSy9FKLLe4c/TnuPbloj84I/AAAAAAAABAA/ZQwGGE5vRg4/s72-c/tumblr_lrmttdK6QW1qbv46ko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-4748607081439787181</id><published>2011-09-01T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T07:20:32.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>yours dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-frsuy72oknU/Tl-IDsgT7OI/AAAAAAAAA_w/vlvvtwUAK4g/s1600/302752_281849351832021_100000208766609_1390650_4300948_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-frsuy72oknU/Tl-IDsgT7OI/AAAAAAAAA_w/vlvvtwUAK4g/s400/302752_281849351832021_100000208766609_1390650_4300948_n_large.jpg" width="400" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Acreditar num &lt;strong&gt;sonho&lt;/strong&gt; é o primeiro passo para ele acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;E esse&amp;nbsp;sonho que me refiro, é aquele onde você imagina algo ainda&amp;nbsp;sem existência no mundo real. Uma idéia na qual&amp;nbsp;você se&amp;nbsp;orgulha, alimenta. Um pensamento que&amp;nbsp;te mantém&amp;nbsp;com muito interesse ou paixão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tão bom sonhar! tão bom manter acesa essa chama que arde imaginando um sonho acontecer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mas tão incômodo esperá-lo acontecer! Nosso interior se revira tentando encontrar uma posição confortável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Uma pré-adolescente de dez anos de idade, sempre que ia para a casa da sua tia na zona norte com a sua mãe, passava de ônibus em frente a um dos melhores Conservatórios musicais do Brasil, e com um desejo ardente sonhava em um dia ter condições para estudar naquele lugar, já que sua paixão e amor era cantar, mas o que financeiramente era inviável naquele tempo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Passaram-se dez anos, aquela menina se pegou sentada na recepção daquele Conservatório fazendo sua matrícula. Sonho realizado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Esse é um pequeno exemplo,&amp;nbsp;de um dos&amp;nbsp;sonhos que se realizaram numa fase da&amp;nbsp;minha vida mas que considero um dos mais importantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As situações mudam, as pessoas mudam, mas os sonhos, se nos mantermos convictos e nos convencermos das razões que&amp;nbsp;nos leva a desejá-lo sem dar lugar à dúvida ou qualquer objeção, acontece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Não estou falando da "Lei da atração" ou "pensamento positivo" mas sim de uma &lt;strong&gt;vontade&lt;/strong&gt; estabelecida&amp;nbsp;com firmeza de ânimo, fortaleza e perseverança no querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A sua vontade&amp;nbsp;irá determinar seus passos para se chegar a realização, pois é a principal potência da alma que inclina e move o querer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sonhe e caminhe com vontade em direção ao seu sonho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bjo no coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-4748607081439787181?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/4748607081439787181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/09/yours-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4748607081439787181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4748607081439787181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/09/yours-dreams.html' title='yours dreams'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-frsuy72oknU/Tl-IDsgT7OI/AAAAAAAAA_w/vlvvtwUAK4g/s72-c/302752_281849351832021_100000208766609_1390650_4300948_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-4276055479576603550</id><published>2011-08-29T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:34:03.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><title type='text'>gravação do dvd Sérgio Saas e Raiz Coral</title><content type='html'>A noite de sábado do dia 27&amp;nbsp;ficou marcada&amp;nbsp;na vida de muitas pessoas! O Raiz Coral gravou seu primeiro DVD junto com Sérgio Saas. Me considero privilegiada por ter feito parte da equipe de apoio do evento e ter feito uma participação especial como "Nay e Joy" no momento da encenação teatral antes da musica "Breve virá". Foi incrível!&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo tem umas fotos do evento, e em breve o DVD ficará disponível para venda! &lt;br /&gt;Beijo grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3J7z1GGXNho/TlvGQsUNsvI/AAAAAAAAA-8/-GqmKiAxFtI/s1600/301380_226291347418007_100001114316299_605467_378146_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3J7z1GGXNho/TlvGQsUNsvI/AAAAAAAAA-8/-GqmKiAxFtI/s400/301380_226291347418007_100001114316299_605467_378146_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwK5vLkTR64/TlvGXSE6X9I/AAAAAAAAA_A/5R6t28OK_Ew/s1600/DVD+Raiz+Coral+%252816%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwK5vLkTR64/TlvGXSE6X9I/AAAAAAAAA_A/5R6t28OK_Ew/s400/DVD+Raiz+Coral+%252816%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;casa cheia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GIBLrcTEH18/TlvG3sC_PSI/AAAAAAAAA_U/ODuZYyOzimU/s1600/DVD+Raiz+Coral+%252845%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GIBLrcTEH18/TlvG3sC_PSI/AAAAAAAAA_U/ODuZYyOzimU/s400/DVD+Raiz+Coral+%252845%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paloma Possi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C3cFZi3Ot5U/TlvG8huBegI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/sCL-6bK70MM/s1600/DVD+Raiz+Coral+%252812%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C3cFZi3Ot5U/TlvG8huBegI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/sCL-6bK70MM/s400/DVD+Raiz+Coral+%252812%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nay e as crianças na musica "Eu ando com Cristo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_KEZYuF0PrA/TlvJvXihJII/AAAAAAAAA_s/7EJYEIKSGs4/s400/DVD+Raiz+Coral+%252854%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;fim da festa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-4276055479576603550?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/4276055479576603550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/08/gravacao-do-dvd-sergio-saas-e-raiz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4276055479576603550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4276055479576603550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/08/gravacao-do-dvd-sergio-saas-e-raiz.html' title='gravação do dvd Sérgio Saas e Raiz Coral'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3J7z1GGXNho/TlvGQsUNsvI/AAAAAAAAA-8/-GqmKiAxFtI/s72-c/301380_226291347418007_100001114316299_605467_378146_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7523586751710434165</id><published>2011-08-25T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:30:45.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verso'/><title type='text'>entenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-Kk0Sj89RA/Tk1s3QKC4WI/AAAAAAAAA-o/cTCGMqHuU3w/s1600/vinicius_qd.gif" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-Kk0Sj89RA/Tk1s3QKC4WI/AAAAAAAAA-o/cTCGMqHuU3w/s320/vinicius_qd.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele foi um diplomata, dramaturgo, jornalista, poeta e compositor brasileiro.&lt;br /&gt;Ele convenceu, realizou, informou, conquistou e despertou amor pelos corações.&lt;br /&gt;Não foi à toa que o poeta da paixão se casou nove vezes! rs&lt;br /&gt;Com tanta vida em forma de poesia assim, dá pra envolver e&amp;nbsp;render corações&amp;nbsp;com composições arrebatadoras do memorável&amp;nbsp;"poetinha".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo a sutileza do Vinícius. Soneto de fidelidade, Desalento, Eu sei que vou te amar... são os que mais me encantam.&lt;br /&gt;A peça teatral que construiu chamada "Orfeu da Conceição" lhe rendeu um globo de ouro como melhor filme estrangeiro&amp;nbsp;na adaptação em filme "Orfeu negro" em&amp;nbsp; 1960.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele era romântico, inteligente, e na musica era rodeado de pessoas talentosas como o&amp;nbsp;Chico, Toquinho e&amp;nbsp;Jobim que&amp;nbsp;participaram de algumas de suas canções.&lt;br /&gt;Encerrando essa breve e singela pincelada sobre Vinícius de Moraes, deixo uma das mais conhecidas poesias dele aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4U-x50PlLM/Tk1vvXCb0II/AAAAAAAAA-s/Az8WGnBghRE/s1600/1279489454054_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4U-x50PlLM/Tk1vvXCb0II/AAAAAAAAA-s/Az8WGnBghRE/s400/1279489454054_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quando a luz dos olhos meus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a luz dos olhos teus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resolvem se encontrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ai que bom que isso é meu Deus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que frio que me dá o encontro desse olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas se a luz dos olhos teus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resiste aos olhos meus só p'ra me provocar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu amor, juro por Deus me sinto incendiar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu amor, juro por Deus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a luz dos olhos meus já não pode esperar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero a luz dos olhos meus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na luz dos olhos teus sem mais lará-lará&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pela luz dos olhos teus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu acho meu amor que só se pode achar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a luz dos olhos meus precisa se casar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-2532861741271473562?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/2532861741271473562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/08/um-pouco-de-vinicius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2532861741271473562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2532861741271473562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/08/um-pouco-de-vinicius.html' title='um pouco de Vinícius'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q-Kk0Sj89RA/Tk1s3QKC4WI/AAAAAAAAA-o/cTCGMqHuU3w/s72-c/vinicius_qd.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-1514130884734811089</id><published>2011-08-12T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:31:41.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Nó em cartas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uk3DTHF0Too/TkVrQi5vCDI/AAAAAAAAA-k/vLW7z3kV68U/s1600/tumblr_lavex4ulP61qb5buto1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uk3DTHF0Too/TkVrQi5vCDI/AAAAAAAAA-k/vLW7z3kV68U/s400/tumblr_lavex4ulP61qb5buto1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas cartas que vem e vão,&lt;br /&gt;Revolvem o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Essa lembrança que forma imagens na memória,&lt;br /&gt;De você pouco tempo perto...&lt;br /&gt;De você muitas vezes longe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas letras que contornam suas características...&lt;br /&gt;Suas palavras que mostram que você poderia ter sido melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Seu carinho que me confunde e me frustra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E seu amor que cobre todos os seus erros.&lt;br /&gt;Esse momento que me pego compondo pra você, dói...&lt;br /&gt;E é a mesma dor de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Nó impossível de desatar&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas impossíveis de não derramar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas&amp;nbsp;a cada linha e parágrafo,&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo mágoa em nenhum ato.&lt;br /&gt;E a cada papel e envelope,&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Por ter chegado até aqui sem você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrança em fragmentos,&lt;br /&gt;Caminham passo a passo rumo à um lugar&lt;br /&gt;Onde é possível te encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim eu chego até você,&lt;br /&gt;E você me lê. Sorri. &lt;br /&gt;E acontece tudo o que acontece comigo, com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E minhas palavras passam a te fazer companhia&lt;br /&gt;Na passada alegria, que se junta em frações de momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Exagerada saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você pensa no que responder,&lt;br /&gt;No que poderá dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Para me dar esperança, para me passar boa confiança&lt;br /&gt;De quem um dia a desperdiçou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anos se passam. E tudo que poderia ter mudado,&lt;br /&gt;Não mudou.&lt;br /&gt;E tá ficando antiga essa história, gravada na memória&lt;br /&gt;De quem ainda te ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minhas cicatrizes vou levar comigo!&lt;br /&gt;As decepções, tristezas e mágoas eu deixo pra trás...&lt;br /&gt;Eu já te perdoei,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo, ele não volta mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-1514130884734811089?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/1514130884734811089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-em-cartas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1514130884734811089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1514130884734811089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-em-cartas.html' title='Nó em cartas'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uk3DTHF0Too/TkVrQi5vCDI/AAAAAAAAA-k/vLW7z3kV68U/s72-c/tumblr_lavex4ulP61qb5buto1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-8794630994343144554</id><published>2011-08-04T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:38:46.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Abra a porta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfjY3OD0_tg/Tjql9GT_l0I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/WyROV9Jmqeo/s1600/Favim_com-2767_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfjY3OD0_tg/Tjql9GT_l0I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/WyROV9Jmqeo/s400/Favim_com-2767_large.jpg" t$="true" width="391" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Durante essa semana, a pergunta que mais&amp;nbsp;ouvi foi esta: &lt;strong&gt;"Porque você está aqui?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É minha primeira semana no curso, onde tudo é novo. As pessoas, os professores, os ambientes e as tarefas. &lt;br /&gt;Demora-se um pouco para se acostumar com tudo&amp;nbsp; isso e&amp;nbsp;criar uma rotina.&lt;br /&gt;Durante todas as aulas foi proposto para que falássemos sobre nós mesmos, o que gostamos, com o quê trabalhamos e a tal pergunta "Porque você está aqui". &lt;br /&gt;Responder sobre si mesmo, é conhecer-se mais. É entrar no túnel da alma, onde podemos encontrar nossos arquétipos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Estou aqui porque é onde sempre quis estar" essa foi minha resposta.&lt;br /&gt;"Estou aqui porque quero ver se eu gosto, ver se é isso mesmo que eu quero para minha vida" disse outro.&lt;br /&gt;"Estou aqui porque eu quero fazer para mim, o que até aqui eu tenho feito para os outros. Quero cuidar agora da minha arte, e não só produzir a arte dos outros" disse uma musicista e produtora de eventos.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas foram as respostas. E como foi delicioso nos identificarmos. Foram várias queixas em diversos timbres, mas a&amp;nbsp;"mesma situação". Fiquei indignada com a quantidade de pessoas que se formaram apenas para obter um diploma e sustentar o famoso "plano b", mas que estavam ali para finalmente realizar um sonho antigo. Uma paixão imortal.&lt;br /&gt;Porque você está aqui? &lt;br /&gt;É porque amo, é porque quero isso, aquilo, outro...&lt;br /&gt;Responder a essa pergunta, é abrir a porta.&lt;br /&gt;Quando você abre a porta, não é só quem está fora que entra. Mas você mesmo ingressa para dentro de você. &lt;br /&gt;Comumente somos induzidos a fechar e trancar a porta da nossa casa, do lugar onde guardamos nossos sentimentos e desejos mais profundos. &lt;br /&gt;Medo, receio e trauma são as chaves dessa porta.&lt;br /&gt;É preciso abri-la, compartilhar, dizer o que você quer ser, o que você quer fazer. Ser livre para também não querer dizer nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os meus colegas um a um começaram a abrir as portas da sua alma, a cumplicidade imediatamente se fez presente. E foi interessante ouvir dos meus colegas suas experiências anteriores. Tudo o que um dia os deixou constrangido no meio de outras pessoas,&amp;nbsp;e que os deixaram com sentimento de "idiota".&lt;br /&gt;Lindo ver&amp;nbsp; a vontade de superar seus próprios traumas, confortante foi encontrar a mesma situação em diferentes rostos.&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que cada um estava ali. Cada um com o seu motivo, cada um com a sua vontade.&lt;br /&gt;E abrir a porta foi fundamental para que percebêssemos a sala de estar mais cheia de empatia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abra a porta da sua alma para alguém. Abra a porta principalmente para você mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;Conceda à você a oportunidade de se conhecer mais. Só você tem as chaves.&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se: a sua companhia antes de mais ninguém deve ser a mais agradável para você.&lt;br /&gt;Open the door! rs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-8794630994343144554?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/8794630994343144554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/08/abra-porta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8794630994343144554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8794630994343144554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/08/abra-porta.html' title='Abra a porta'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfjY3OD0_tg/Tjql9GT_l0I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/WyROV9Jmqeo/s72-c/Favim_com-2767_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-5147656516675300444</id><published>2011-08-02T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T12:37:24.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas de criança'/><title type='text'>VHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwLJkNxCst4/TjhCgE9hHPI/AAAAAAAAA9c/4mJIpo_F1cc/s1600/tumblr_lnxwd4V5PB1qmu1cwo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwLJkNxCst4/TjhCgE9hHPI/AAAAAAAAA9c/4mJIpo_F1cc/s400/tumblr_lnxwd4V5PB1qmu1cwo1_500_large.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sábado 08h30 da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de acordar cedo todos os dias para ir à pré-escola, eu ainda mantinha o pique para minhas atividades.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha apenas 6 anos! Acordava, abria o armário para ver se tinha alguma bobeirinha pra beliscar tipo: salgadinho, bolacha, Yakult, Danoninho, levava pra sala e pegava uma cadeira para subir em cima e ligar o vídeo que ficava no alto da estante.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso era perfeito pra mim!&lt;br /&gt;Meus pais nem queriam saber se eu conseguia me virar para por aquele troço chamado "fita VHS".&lt;br /&gt;Ixi...daí em diante, era uns 3 filmes direto! Amava assistir Aladin, ouvir e cantar junto com a Jasmine "Um mundo ideal". O rei leão, A branca de neve e Pinóquio eram demais! Minha mãe perguntava se eu não cansava de assistir mais de dez vezes o mesmo filme! Eu&amp;nbsp;respondia que não, e era verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Cinderela, Pocahontas, Mogli, eram muito divertidos! &lt;br /&gt;A parte mais chata que&amp;nbsp;eu não-gostava-de-fazer era rebobinar, e essa era a minha preocupação! Mas meu pai acabava quebrando&amp;nbsp;meu galho nessas horas...rs.&lt;br /&gt;Coisa estranha era essa fita vhs. Eu&amp;nbsp;ficava olhando ela bem de pertinho quase enconstando no olho, para tentar ver o filme "desenhado" na fita. Nunca consegui. Hunf. &lt;br /&gt;Logo em seguida batia uma vontade incrível de sair puxando aquele pedaço interminável de plástico de dentro da fita. Ou seja, eu não podia ficar muito tempo com ela na mão...rs.&lt;br /&gt;Tempos bons de criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VHS, estante, rebobinar, fita... são palavras de outra geração. Se você pertence à essa geração, levanta a mão! \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos no coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-5147656516675300444?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/5147656516675300444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/08/vhs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5147656516675300444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5147656516675300444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/08/vhs.html' title='VHS'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UwLJkNxCst4/TjhCgE9hHPI/AAAAAAAAA9c/4mJIpo_F1cc/s72-c/tumblr_lnxwd4V5PB1qmu1cwo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-6528845876629877803</id><published>2011-07-29T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T06:49:45.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verso'/><title type='text'>Salvação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uP9G6loZG9s/TjK6EFzZfbI/AAAAAAAAA8k/T-Wv-bQAt50/s1600/conciencia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uP9G6loZG9s/TjK6EFzZfbI/AAAAAAAAA8k/T-Wv-bQAt50/s320/conciencia.jpg" t$="true" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Salvação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;não é outra coisa senão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;harmonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;consciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vivência com Deus&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[Huberto Rohden]&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/6549306658126529005-6528845876629877803?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/6528845876629877803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/salvacao_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6528845876629877803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6528845876629877803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/salvacao_29.html' title='Salvação'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uP9G6loZG9s/TjK6EFzZfbI/AAAAAAAAA8k/T-Wv-bQAt50/s72-c/conciencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-2796026292990688959</id><published>2011-07-27T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T12:56:41.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moda'/><title type='text'>Ele é um fofo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sIF33MRxgxk/TjBrTGXaDCI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/7YXatm2buYg/s1600/tumblr_lk9ktekwMb1qic3vfo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sIF33MRxgxk/TjBrTGXaDCI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/7YXatm2buYg/s400/tumblr_lk9ktekwMb1qic3vfo1_500_large.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gente! Ele é um fofo não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais lindo&amp;nbsp;Oxford! E o curioso é que ele&amp;nbsp;tem sua origem na Inglaterra, durante o século XVII quando os estudantes da Universidade de Oxford usavam, daí a inspiração para o nome!&amp;nbsp;Esse modelo fechado e de amarrar, foi usado durante muito tempo pelos homens, com um “ar” conservador e tradicionalista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora está democratizado! Além de poder ser usado por mulheres, ele combina com todos os estilos, de retrô à chic!&lt;br /&gt;As reeleituras também são bacanas! Podem ser estampados, de salto alto, salto fino, bico mais arredondado, cores fortes, brilhosos, de plástico, ou seja, veem com uma nova "cara".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprei o meu (foto acima) na liquidação do Empório Naka (50% à menos do valor!)&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto tempo desejando-o! eeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-2796026292990688959?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/2796026292990688959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/ele-e-um-fofo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2796026292990688959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2796026292990688959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/ele-e-um-fofo.html' title='Ele é um fofo!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sIF33MRxgxk/TjBrTGXaDCI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/7YXatm2buYg/s72-c/tumblr_lk9ktekwMb1qic3vfo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-5388974525116412631</id><published>2011-07-25T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T13:36:41.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dia de alguma coisa'/><title type='text'>Dia do escritor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bl3QxdQuhwg/Ti3OzQl7XPI/AAAAAAAAA8U/IBslxL5GFpk/s1600/business-woman-writing-at-desk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bl3QxdQuhwg/Ti3OzQl7XPI/AAAAAAAAA8U/IBslxL5GFpk/s400/business-woman-writing-at-desk.jpg" t$="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;É tão bom quando as palavras estão com agente.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo estando sozinho, elas estão sempre ali, em movimento contínuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí vai o&amp;nbsp;escritor expressar seus sentimentos, descrever os fragmentos, espelhar à&amp;nbsp;alguém, vai escrever, envolver.&lt;br /&gt;Escreve o pensamento, o ódio do momento e o amor com sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Escreve&amp;nbsp;as vontades e à vontade.&amp;nbsp;Escreve com&amp;nbsp;razão e filosofia.&lt;br /&gt;Na inspiração&amp;nbsp;faz surgir uma&amp;nbsp;emoção.&lt;br /&gt;E ele cria. Cria prazeres, histórias, crônicas e poesias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aquele que simplesmente ama as palavras, passa a ser visto e reconhecido, ou não.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez as palavras lhe bastem. &lt;br /&gt;Talvez a morte produza honra.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez&amp;nbsp;ele,&amp;nbsp;nem se importe com isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem escreve, nem sempre ama o que escreve, mas ama escrever. E faz isso por prazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Parabéns ao meu amigo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thiagogrulha.com.br/"&gt;Thiago Grulha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a bela &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fernandacmello.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fernanda Mello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e a todos os escritores que tentam traduzir sua alma em palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Um abraço de uma amadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-5388974525116412631?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/5388974525116412631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/dia-do-escritor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5388974525116412631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5388974525116412631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/dia-do-escritor.html' title='Dia do escritor'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bl3QxdQuhwg/Ti3OzQl7XPI/AAAAAAAAA8U/IBslxL5GFpk/s72-c/business-woman-writing-at-desk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7093893163573962975</id><published>2011-07-19T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T13:33:39.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Lendo, eu posso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ER29u30JNzU/TiWoV3lZecI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/UQqtJT26FeY/s1600/tumblr_lj2yquXTEz1qacpy3o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ER29u30JNzU/TiWoV3lZecI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/UQqtJT26FeY/s400/tumblr_lj2yquXTEz1qacpy3o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lendo eu posso ir longe, andar na praia, voar, correr sozinha ou acompanhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lendo&amp;nbsp;eu posso voltar ao século XV na época dos desbravamentos e descobertas, e até ajudar na construção de Machu Picchu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lendo&amp;nbsp;eu posso ir até a capela, ouvir o sermão de Antonio Vieira no século XVII, e desfrutar da sensibilidade barroca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lendo eu conheço Reis, Rainhas e Reinos. Cumprimento Shakeaspeare e faço parte do teatro encenado na Dinamarca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lendo eu faço parte de uma investigação criminal, junto à Hercule Poirot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Conheço o homem que calculava e tento entender a matemática dos camelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lendo acompanho os raciocínios de Cury para cada tese do Código da inteligência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lendo eu sou, lendo eu vou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É uma honra ter as palavras junto comigo, e saber que elas vão em acompanhar a vida inteira!&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/6549306658126529005-7093893163573962975?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/7093893163573962975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/lendo-eu-posso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7093893163573962975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7093893163573962975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/lendo-eu-posso.html' title='Lendo, eu posso!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ER29u30JNzU/TiWoV3lZecI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/UQqtJT26FeY/s72-c/tumblr_lj2yquXTEz1qacpy3o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7451904073623301599</id><published>2011-07-15T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T13:33:57.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O mundo de Júlia'/><title type='text'>O desabafo de Júlia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-em0vDIZZ9KE/TiCOtqtZSQI/AAAAAAAAA8M/grNdhwmYZ8k/s1600/tumblr_ljpyqlz2im1qc8ksro1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-em0vDIZZ9KE/TiCOtqtZSQI/AAAAAAAAA8M/grNdhwmYZ8k/s400/tumblr_ljpyqlz2im1qc8ksro1_500_large.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São Paulo, 15 de Julho de 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãe, Tudo bem? Ah! que saudades que eu tô de você!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria&amp;nbsp;tanto poder&amp;nbsp;te dar aquele abraço sabe? Tô precisando muito de você aqui...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei&amp;nbsp;que você&amp;nbsp;quer saber sobre mim e como nunca guardamos segredos apesar da distância aí vai!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tô muito feliz porque algumas coisas tem dado muito certo pra mim. Consegui resolver o problema do meu estômago com o Gastro, meus cabelos pararam de cair e minhas unhas não estão quebrando mais! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No inglês, to indo mega bem! o ano que vem já quero praticar meu "new vocabulary" no Canadá! Do You go with me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah, e o melhor: Passei no vestibular! Sua filha daqui 4 anos será uma grande jornalista! Vou colocar sua foto na primeira página do BBC, como&amp;nbsp;a mulher&amp;nbsp;mais incrível da minha vida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem, na carta anterior você tinha perguntado do meu namoro...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E bem naquele dia, eu havia terminado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É... eu sei que você vai dizer "Eu te falei, você se precipita tanto Júlia" mas é que às vezes dou uma de "Will Smith" e fico a procura da felicidade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A verdade é que eu ando muito decepcionada. Você sabia que 3 amigas minhas mudaram até suas 'opções sexuais' por conta de decepções amorosas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calma mãe, não to dizendo que eu...! rs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim, você sabe o que estou querendo dizer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu mereço mais. Quero ser amada de verdade, pois quando amo, amo de verdade, mergulho, compreendo,&amp;nbsp;na transparência e sinceridade. Fidelizo. Nunca deixei que as desilusões anteriores influenciacem em um relacionamento novo pra mim. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O contrário do que fizeram comigo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será por isso que sofro tanto? Acho que não.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sabe o que mais dói?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É que&amp;nbsp;o meu estereótipo,&amp;nbsp;na maioria das vezes faz com que a&amp;nbsp;vontade neles de me conhecer&amp;nbsp;como sou e o que sou,&amp;nbsp;se neutralize.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois, pra quê saber&amp;nbsp;se eu sofro de insônia tão jovem,&amp;nbsp;se meus olhos são azuis?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra quê saber a causa de eu estar triste, se meu cabelo é liso e loiro mel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra quê conquistar a artimanha de saber como estou pelo tom da minha voz, se meus lábios são carnudos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra quê&amp;nbsp;me conhecer né?&amp;nbsp;Se sou bonita, atraente, gosto de Djavan e faço dança do ventre?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Odeio quando minha beleza distrai o conteúdo&amp;nbsp;por olhos superficiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É tanta mentira que a confiança foge!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dói até a&amp;nbsp;cóclea auditiva ouvir ao término de um relacionamento a seguinte frase:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"desculpa, você não merece isso"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oras, e porque não pensou assim antes de me querer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem, fora que chamar de relacionamento é forçar a barra nestes casos né, no dicionário essa palavra tá lá assim: "Relacionamento/relacionar: conseguir amizades,&amp;nbsp;unir conhecimentos, intimidade."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amizade? Unir conhecimentos? Tá em falta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intimidade? Só se for em cima de uma cama. Alguns deles&amp;nbsp;te enxergam como um&amp;nbsp;objeto em sua frente, bonecas lindas - e infláveis de sex shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valores? princípios e conceitos? ah! cadê? me&amp;nbsp;mostra onde!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trocam um corpo torneado, por um torneado + bronzeado. E assim sucessivamente, digamos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te amo? ah... como o te amo ficou banalizado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precisam inventar outra palavra que exprima de novo o significado do amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãe, cansei disso! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dá pra me enviar por sedex 10 uma solução? rs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Beijos, te amo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Júlia.&lt;/strong&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/6549306658126529005-7451904073623301599?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/7451904073623301599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-desabafo-de-julia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7451904073623301599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7451904073623301599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-desabafo-de-julia.html' title='O desabafo de Júlia'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-em0vDIZZ9KE/TiCOtqtZSQI/AAAAAAAAA8M/grNdhwmYZ8k/s72-c/tumblr_ljpyqlz2im1qc8ksro1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-2431237417916320861</id><published>2011-07-14T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:51:35.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>O caminho da felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_8KN8zMP-g/Th9QjlrJ5EI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Kxe5w0qnHow/s1600/Huberto+Rohden+%252844%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_8KN8zMP-g/Th9QjlrJ5EI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Kxe5w0qnHow/s1600/Huberto+Rohden+%252844%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Quem nunca quis saber o que fazer para alcançar a felicidade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Este livro foi escrito pelo meu&amp;nbsp;autor favorito Huberto Rohden, educador e filósofo&amp;nbsp;que se&amp;nbsp;graduou em Ciências, Filosofia e Teologia por universidades na Áustria, Holanda e&amp;nbsp;Itália. (1893 - 1981)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Confesso que quando um amigo me apresentou as obras literárias de Rohden a uns anos atrás,&amp;nbsp;ainda não estava "preparada" para mergulhar na profundidade que&amp;nbsp;o autor&amp;nbsp;apresenta como condição de leitura em seus temas.&amp;nbsp;Porém, o tempo passa e com isso&amp;nbsp;amadureci de&amp;nbsp;forma suficiente para entender&amp;nbsp;melhor sua filosofia, seus conceitos sobre consciência cósmica, espiritualidade,&amp;nbsp;auto-educação, seus exercícios de autoconhecimento, auto-realização e tals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por falar em autoconhecimento e auto-realização,&amp;nbsp;estas são as chaves do&amp;nbsp;principal tema deste livro! A felicidade é encontrada por este caminho! Xii...acabei contando...&lt;br /&gt;Ah...mas não é só isso! Quem quiser descobrir e ir mais fundo neste tema, deverá mergulhar por completo em cada palavra, e não suficiente, deixar transformar-se por elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Ficaadica Boa leitura!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-2431237417916320861?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/2431237417916320861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-caminho-da-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2431237417916320861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2431237417916320861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-caminho-da-felicidade.html' title='O caminho da felicidade'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_8KN8zMP-g/Th9QjlrJ5EI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Kxe5w0qnHow/s72-c/Huberto+Rohden+%252844%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7767705710878099407</id><published>2011-07-13T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T07:33:33.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>A filha do Pastor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPcG_Yi5Pok/Th2om3qjDyI/AAAAAAAAA70/q5KV8RyUTNs/s1600/preachers_kid_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPcG_Yi5Pok/Th2om3qjDyI/AAAAAAAAA70/q5KV8RyUTNs/s400/preachers_kid_2.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Muita gente já havia comentado comigo sobre esse filme, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;esta semana&amp;nbsp;pude comprovar&amp;nbsp;que ele realmente é bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Família, fé e música: Angie King, é uma garota vinda de uma cidade pequena que decide correr atrás de um sonho,&amp;nbsp;o sonho de ser uma cantora de muito sucesso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LeToya Luckett&lt;/strong&gt;, que esteve na formação original de &lt;strong&gt;Destiny’s Child &lt;/strong&gt;canta&amp;nbsp;maravilhosamente bem!&amp;nbsp;No filme ela é Angie,&amp;nbsp;filha de um austero, mas adorável bispo.&amp;nbsp;Ela conhece um jovem&amp;nbsp;astro de um show gospel itinerante (Tank) que a coloca na estrada também… Rumo ao romance e&amp;nbsp;à desilusão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Logo, ela&amp;nbsp;percebe que a verdadeira felicidade estava lá trás onde ela deixou!&amp;nbsp;Sendo assim, ela se torna uma filha pródiga...&amp;nbsp;Mas o pai a aceita? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ah! Não vou contar o final!&amp;nbsp;Assitam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;É fácil assistir esse filme e se identificar com algum personagem do enredo, pois é uma história que vemos acontecer com muita frequência em nosso meio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É uma grande (ruim) realidade dos nossos dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Confiram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-7767705710878099407?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/7767705710878099407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/filha-do-pastor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7767705710878099407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7767705710878099407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/filha-do-pastor.html' title='A filha do Pastor'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qPcG_Yi5Pok/Th2om3qjDyI/AAAAAAAAA70/q5KV8RyUTNs/s72-c/preachers_kid_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-151597508298342846</id><published>2011-07-08T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T05:47:42.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verso'/><title type='text'>Voa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEUS&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;vai, salta! voa! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mas Como? não tá vendo o penhasco? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEUS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; não, eu estou olhando para suas asas.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PAiM80jlkPs/Thb7YSuaW2I/AAAAAAAAA7s/vyV1Allb3Pw/s1600/255171311_d3c21af512_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PAiM80jlkPs/Thb7YSuaW2I/AAAAAAAAA7s/vyV1Allb3Pw/s400/255171311_d3c21af512_large.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“…Mas os que esperam no Senhor renovam as suas forças, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sobem com asas&amp;nbsp;de águias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; correm e não se cansam, caminham e não se fatigam.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Isaías 40.31]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-151597508298342846?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/151597508298342846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/voa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/151597508298342846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/151597508298342846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/voa.html' title='Voa!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PAiM80jlkPs/Thb7YSuaW2I/AAAAAAAAA7s/vyV1Allb3Pw/s72-c/255171311_d3c21af512_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-6278283428343933494</id><published>2011-07-06T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T06:44:24.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Meu salmo 139</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Fico imaginando as expressões de Davi, a emoção que ele sentiu ao colocar para fora cada palavra do &lt;strong&gt;Salmo 139.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RhHhogxlvEE/ThRmVc4Pp_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/IUU-vqEd_oQ/s1600/3012067301_1_3_PleGpoJq_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RhHhogxlvEE/ThRmVc4Pp_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/IUU-vqEd_oQ/s400/3012067301_1_3_PleGpoJq_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ao lermos, podemos perceber que ele estava completamente&amp;nbsp;admirado com a onisciência, onipresença e onipotência&amp;nbsp;de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Arde meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Já imaginou que você não pode fugir de Deus? Nem por um momento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Às vezes, o&amp;nbsp;lugar onde trabalhamos ou frequentamos possui câmeras.E agente com o tempo se acostuma à elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Do mesmo modo, acostumamos com as&amp;nbsp;afirmações de que Deus está nos olhando, está ao nosso lado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas é bom lembrar que ele está MESMO atento à nós&amp;nbsp;e tudo ao nosso redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A quem diga que alguém está "afastado do Senhor" eu já pergunto: "Quem pode se afastar de Deus? Há somente quem pode ser ingrato com ele."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aqueles pensamentos&amp;nbsp;que nos&amp;nbsp;trazem dor, alegria, motivação, idéias... Ele conhece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cada palavra, que nem chegou à nossa boca, já foi ouvida por Ele! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não há como escapar. Só há como não reconhecer, mas mesmo assim Ele permanece Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sonda-me, ó &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bibliapedia.com.br/dicionario/Deus/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, e conhece o meu coração; prova-me, e conhece os meus pensamentos." [Salmo 139:23]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Queridos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Há um Deus que te sonda. Sondar quer dizer "analisar, perscrutar; escutar o que se passa no íntimo, explorar" todos os recôndidos da sua alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Há um Deus que te conhece. Distingue, discerne, é&amp;nbsp;períto em você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nem sua mãe, seu pai, seus irmãos, melhores amigos, nem você mesmo&amp;nbsp;pode entender e conhecer você como o nosso Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Grande parte de nossos conflitos, está em não entender as pessoas. São opiniões, conceitos e idéias diferentes. E tentar entender a cada um, seria tomar conhecimento de toda a história da vida daquela pessoa. E mesmo assim, não seria suficiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Só Deus tem nosso DNA completamente analisado.&amp;nbsp;Aquele que crea, conhece cada peça de sua obra criada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Então&amp;nbsp;pra quê se esconder se Ele um dia&amp;nbsp;te viu ainda informe? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Que a tua vida, seja uma forma diária de agradecimento à Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E mesmo que nossas tentativas expressão&amp;nbsp;de amor à ele sejam mínimas, que seja de mais profundo reconhecimento do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-6278283428343933494?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/6278283428343933494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/meu-salmo-139.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6278283428343933494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6278283428343933494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/07/meu-salmo-139.html' title='Meu salmo 139'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RhHhogxlvEE/ThRmVc4Pp_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/IUU-vqEd_oQ/s72-c/3012067301_1_3_PleGpoJq_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7906645309708288049</id><published>2011-06-30T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T11:00:59.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversas'/><title type='text'>Nó em cartas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2qye9azyG8/Tgy1eO0xQyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Xfg2_Sgt3c4/s1600/tumblr_lavex4ulP61qb5buto1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2qye9azyG8/Tgy1eO0xQyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Xfg2_Sgt3c4/s400/tumblr_lavex4ulP61qb5buto1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Essas cartas que vem e&amp;nbsp;vão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Revolvem o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Essa lembrança que forma imagens na memória,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;De você pouco tempo perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De você muitas vezes longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Essas letras que contornam suas características...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Suas palavras que mostram que você poderia ter sido melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Seu carinho que me confunde e me frustra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E seu amor que cobre todos os seus erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Esse momento que me pego compondo pra você, dói...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E é a mesma dor de sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nó impossível de desatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lágrimas impossíveis de não derramar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E a cada linha e parágrafo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não vejo mágoa em nenhum ato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E a cada papel e envelope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eu me sinto mais forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Por ter chegado até aqui sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lembrança em fragmentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Caminham passo a passo rumo à um lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Onde é possível te encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E assim eu chego até você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E você me lê. Sorri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E acontece tudo o que acontece comigo, com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E minhas palavras&amp;nbsp;passam a te&amp;nbsp;fazer companhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Na passada alegria, que se junta em frações de momentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Exagerada saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E você pensa no que responder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No que poderá dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para me dar esperança, para me passar boa confiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De quem um dia a desperdiçou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anos se passam. E tudo que poderia ter mudado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não mudou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E tá ficando antiga essa história, gravada na memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De quem ainda te ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Minhas cicatrizes vou levar comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As decepções, tristezas e mágoas eu deixo pra trás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eu já te perdoei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas o tempo, ele não volta mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-7906645309708288049?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/7906645309708288049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-em-cartas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7906645309708288049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7906645309708288049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-em-cartas.html' title='Nó em cartas'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2qye9azyG8/Tgy1eO0xQyI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Xfg2_Sgt3c4/s72-c/tumblr_lavex4ulP61qb5buto1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7522992512129143640</id><published>2011-06-30T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T07:52:01.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>E os dias se vão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hoje é o&lt;strong&gt; último&lt;/strong&gt; dia do primeiro &lt;strong&gt;semestre&lt;/strong&gt; de &lt;strong&gt;2011&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FmjnHbxZZs/TgyMDIAlgBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/qcnK3JbcwN0/s1600/tumblr_lfesooX52V1qgwhdko1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FmjnHbxZZs/TgyMDIAlgBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/qcnK3JbcwN0/s400/tumblr_lfesooX52V1qgwhdko1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Estabeleça &lt;strong&gt;metas&lt;/strong&gt;, se preciso, refaça os &lt;strong&gt;planos&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Limpe a &lt;strong&gt;mente&lt;/strong&gt;,&amp;nbsp;e esteja aberto a &lt;strong&gt;mudanças&lt;/strong&gt; nas &lt;strong&gt;àreas&lt;/strong&gt; da sua &lt;strong&gt;vida&lt;/strong&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;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Compre uma &lt;strong&gt;flor&lt;/strong&gt;, e a regue todos os dias com &lt;strong&gt;carinho&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tenha um&amp;nbsp;aquário, e observe os &lt;strong&gt;peixes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ame, perdoe&lt;/strong&gt;, dê a volta &lt;strong&gt;por cima&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Faça novos &lt;strong&gt;amigos&lt;/strong&gt;, novos cursos e ouça novas &lt;strong&gt;musicas&lt;/strong&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;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada dia é um dia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Então...&lt;/span&gt; viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; com &lt;strong&gt;ousadia&lt;/strong&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/6549306658126529005-7522992512129143640?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/7522992512129143640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/caminhe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7522992512129143640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7522992512129143640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/caminhe.html' title='E os dias se vão!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9FmjnHbxZZs/TgyMDIAlgBI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/qcnK3JbcwN0/s72-c/tumblr_lfesooX52V1qgwhdko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-1277935986080944202</id><published>2011-06-29T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T07:56:07.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interessante'/><title type='text'>Minhoca de ouvido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55V4db5hfT4/Tgs5-bPvYeI/AAAAAAAAA7U/e38oaZyRQZk/s1600/Musica_ruim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55V4db5hfT4/Tgs5-bPvYeI/AAAAAAAAA7U/e38oaZyRQZk/s400/Musica_ruim.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basta alguém chegar perto de você e começar a cantar o refrão de uma musica bem ridícula, para impregnar na sua cabeça e você ficar cantando o resto do dia mentalmente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não deixei isso barato, fui pesquisar! e adivinha, isso é um fenômeno comprovado cientificamente! Olha só:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"O sujeito acorda, boceja e, sem mais nem menos, ouve um: &lt;em&gt;"Bota a mão na cabeça que vai começar"&lt;/em&gt;, vindo do seu cérebro. O tempo passa, ele escova os dentes, toma um café e: &lt;em&gt;"O Rebolationtion, o rebolation/ o rebolation- tion".&lt;/em&gt; Já era. &lt;strong&gt;A música grudou.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Esse fenômeno irritante, que faz com que fiquemos repetindo mentalmente músicas, é chamado de earworm ("minhoca de ouvido"), termo criado pelo professor James Kellaris, da Universidade de Cincinnati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando estamos desocupados ou distraídos, basta pensar rapidamente numa música para o fenômeno acontecer. O que se forma, então, é algo parecido com uma coceira cerebral. O jeito de amenizar o incômodo é repetir mentalmente a música ad infinitum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Para descobrir isso, pesquisadores da Universidade Dartmouth, nos EUA, colocaram voluntários para ouvir música. Sem aviso, a música parava. Quando a melodia era conhecida do ouvinte, o córtex auditivo continuava trabalhando, relembrando a melodia. Quando a música era desconhecida, a mente do sujeito ficava vazia. Para ocupar esse espaço, o cérebro começava a repetir o que tinha acabado de ouvir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O professor Kellaris diz que qualquer canção pode entrar em looping. "Mas músicas simples, repetitivas e com mudanças inesperadas têm mais probabilidade de grudar", diz. São aquelas formadas por refrões, frases marcantes ou oscilações na voz... Isso te lembra algo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O Rebolation é bom, bom/ O Rebolation é bom, bom, bom." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte: Site Super Interessante&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/6549306658126529005-1277935986080944202?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/1277935986080944202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/minhoca-de-ouvido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1277935986080944202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1277935986080944202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/minhoca-de-ouvido.html' title='Minhoca de ouvido'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-55V4db5hfT4/Tgs5-bPvYeI/AAAAAAAAA7U/e38oaZyRQZk/s72-c/Musica_ruim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-395168904697099774</id><published>2011-06-28T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T09:14:44.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Livros'/><title type='text'>Hamlet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um trono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, guerra. Traição. Sombra. Dúvida. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vingança&lt;/span&gt;. Luto. Paixão.&lt;strong&gt; Loucura fingida&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Poesia&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Suicídio. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Assassinatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDUqpQYE8C4/Tgn9d9RQsxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/wlm158zYGy8/s1600/hamlet021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDUqpQYE8C4/Tgn9d9RQsxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/wlm158zYGy8/s400/hamlet021.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;, a tragédia mais envolvente que já li e conheci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Quem nunca escutou a famosíssima frase: &lt;em&gt;"Ser ou não ser, eis a questão"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pois é! Ela está escrita exatamente neste livro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hamlet, faz um papel extraordinário na trama. Se faz de louco para confundir aqueles que se acham espertos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais do que uma vingança, ele tem uma missão&amp;nbsp;que a sombra&amp;nbsp;de seu pai lhe propõe&amp;nbsp;quando lhe aparece, e que segundo Freud é onde se percebe o complexo de édipo no personagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Percebemos algumas gotas&amp;nbsp;espirituais&amp;nbsp;expressas em Hamlet. Ele cita em um momento a frase: "&lt;em&gt;há uma divindade dando a forma final aos nossos mais toscos projetos". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E ao final do livro, Hamlet tem um diálogo com um coveiro onde ilustra a fragilidade e mortalidade de todo ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ofélia, Polônio, a Rainha Gertrudes, e o amigo mais chegado de Hamlet, Horácio. Todos eles&amp;nbsp;desenvolvem&amp;nbsp;papéis fundamentais na história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O final é sangrento, mas representa perfeitamente as intenções de um coração com sede de vingança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É mais que uma leitura,&amp;nbsp;é uma experiência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Só lendo mesmo pra entender! Tinha que ser Shakesperiano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-395168904697099774?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/395168904697099774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/hamlet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/395168904697099774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/395168904697099774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/hamlet.html' title='Hamlet'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cDUqpQYE8C4/Tgn9d9RQsxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/wlm158zYGy8/s72-c/hamlet021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-2043097520831227156</id><published>2011-06-22T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:19:03.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversariantes'/><title type='text'>De todo o vosso coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTglBQcgo3c/TgI91HMpzDI/AAAAAAAAA7E/HkWc_RG69vg/s1600/260040_221275374561508_100000371408051_788581_6396373_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTglBQcgo3c/TgI91HMpzDI/AAAAAAAAA7E/HkWc_RG69vg/s400/260040_221275374561508_100000371408051_788581_6396373_n.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Como é lindo filha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É lindo te ver dormir sabia? Gostaria te de ver a descansar assim em todas as tuas preocupações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;É lindo teu falar acredita nisso? Mas, digo do seu timbre, porque as palavras todas eu que as coloco em sua boca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E como é lindo Teu caminhar! Sempre que ouves a minha voz e pisas exatamente onde lhe falei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;É lindo teu olhar de compaixão, quando estendes a mão, e cuidas tão bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lindo é teu coração, repleto&amp;nbsp;de paixão por uma forte e destemida missão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tenho te dado a capacidade, a coragem e a ousadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Quero continuar a ser a prioridade dos seus dias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp;fazer você viver em completa harmonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tenho te dado temor, dedicação e ação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E o poder para romper qualquer impecilho que venhas temer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ei! EU estou com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Queres uma principal palavra para hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sim! Eu a dou: &lt;strong&gt;Espere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Reino em cada molécula vital que você possuiu, conheço suas indagações e indignações. Sei que é pesado o ponteiro desse relógio que para você talvez pareça não andar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas se você olhar com minúcia,&amp;nbsp;poderá ver&amp;nbsp;que EU estou em cada acontecimento e em tudo o que você às vezes chama de coincidência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aguarde e obtenha do que que já existe para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;É o fim que desejais. É lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu é que sei que pensamentos tenho a vosso respeito, pensamentos de &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;paz&lt;/span&gt; e não de mal, para vos dar &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o fim que desejais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então me invocareis, passareis a orar a mim, e &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;eu vos ouvirei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buscar-me-eis e me achareis quando me buscardes de todo o vosso &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serei achado de vós, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;e farei mudar&lt;/span&gt; a vossa sorte..." &lt;strong&gt;Diz o Senhor&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Jeremias 29:11]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homenagem à Roberta Salgado, a "Beta"! rs... minha cunhada, e abençoada serva de Deus! Que hoje completa mais um ano de vida! Amém por isso! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz Aniversário Beta, o Senhor seja contigo sempre e em tudo o que fizer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um beijão! (quero bolo) rs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-2043097520831227156?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/2043097520831227156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/de-todo-o-vosso-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2043097520831227156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2043097520831227156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/de-todo-o-vosso-coracao.html' title='De todo o vosso coração'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nTglBQcgo3c/TgI91HMpzDI/AAAAAAAAA7E/HkWc_RG69vg/s72-c/260040_221275374561508_100000371408051_788581_6396373_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-2067212016155149456</id><published>2011-06-15T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T06:36:09.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artistas'/><title type='text'>Mazzaropando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--91xHZdykRY/Tfiy1O9r20I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/SF0t9IIOoZY/s1600/mazzaropi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--91xHZdykRY/Tfiy1O9r20I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/SF0t9IIOoZY/s400/mazzaropi.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Gente! Há exatas três décadas, Mazzaropi, um dos grandes nomes da história do cinema nacional, faleceu vítima de um câncer na medula óssea. Ao longo de sua carreira, o paulista Amácio Mazzaropi atuou, produziu e dirigiu inúmeros longas-metragens entre os anos 50 e 70. Ele marcou história!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O personagem Jeca Tatu, do filme homônimo de 1959, é considerado até hoje, o grande sucesso da carreira do artista. E alguns anos atrás usávamos essa expressão "jeca" para alguém como sinônimo de "bobo" rs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Em 2006, o ator foi homenageado através do filme "Tapete Vermelho", estrelado por Matheus Nachtergaele e Gorete Milagres. Apesar de ser cultuado nas décadas de 90 e 2000, Mazzaropi não teve o talento reconhecido à sua altura enquanto viveu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dá pra ver uns vídeos no You Tube dele, são ótimos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-2067212016155149456?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/2067212016155149456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/mazzaropando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2067212016155149456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2067212016155149456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/mazzaropando.html' title='Mazzaropando'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--91xHZdykRY/Tfiy1O9r20I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/SF0t9IIOoZY/s72-c/mazzaropi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-8344502938594777788</id><published>2011-06-09T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T06:24:49.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>Cisne Negro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem ainda não assitiu, assista! É um filme interessante, com um drama completamente psicológico. E pra quem gosta de uma análise desse tipo, vai poder identificar várias doenças na personagem Nina interpretada pela Natalie Portman, que consquistou com esse filme o prêmio de melhor atriz. Ela é incrível! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cenas fortes;&amp;nbsp;mostram os&amp;nbsp;transtornos de uma mente&amp;nbsp;com desejos ocultos. Seus desejos começam a ficar tão intensos que a levam para um fim inesperado! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNkys6xnjqo/TfDFYs0cb6I/AAAAAAAAA5k/TUYU4EqrrJg/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNkys6xnjqo/TfDFYs0cb6I/AAAAAAAAA5k/TUYU4EqrrJg/s400/11.jpg" t8="true" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINOPSE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nina Sayers (Natalie Portman) é bailarina de uma companhia novaiorquina de balé. Sua vida, como a de todos nessa profissão, é inteiramente consumida pela dança. Ela mora com a mãe, Erica (Barbara Hershey), bailarina aposentada que incentiva a ambição profissional da filha. O diretor artístico da companhia, Thomas Leroy (Vincent Cassel), decide substituir a bailarina principal, Beth MacIntyre (Winona Ryder), na apresentação de abertura da temporada, O Lago dos Cisnes, e Nina é sua primeira escolha. Mas surge uma concorrente: a nova bailarina, Lily (Mila Kunis), que deixa Thomas impressionado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O Lago dos Cisnes requer uma bailarina capaz de interpretar tanto o Cisne Branco com inocência e graça, quanto o Cisne Negro, que representa malícia e sensualidade. Nina se encaixa perfeitamente no papel do Cisne Branco, porém Lily é a própria personificação do Cisne Negro. As duas desenvolvem uma amizade conflituosa, repleta de rivalidade, e Nina começa a entrar em contato com seu lado mais sombrio, mexendo com seu psicológico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yh6Ow_5yJPs/TfDJLp2eqLI/AAAAAAAAA6A/bKBYPnNuK6s/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yh6Ow_5yJPs/TfDJLp2eqLI/AAAAAAAAA6A/bKBYPnNuK6s/s400/2.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t3E9qJK-Haw/TfDIupfJVnI/AAAAAAAAA58/o3LSl0hJSTI/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cNkys6xnjqo/TfDFYs0cb6I/AAAAAAAAA5k/TUYU4EqrrJg/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7681531549422110410</id><published>2011-06-08T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:32:52.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUlk2QDYIZw/Te93Y8cQnTI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/BEG4G7B2xBY/s1600/eclipsedez.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUlk2QDYIZw/Te93Y8cQnTI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/BEG4G7B2xBY/s400/eclipsedez.gif" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom demais te ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom demais não te esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E você traz esse amor pra me aquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu dou meu coração pra te esconder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Vai além da aparência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Do que os olhos podem julgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Vai além das palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Do que a boca pode falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Vai além da vontade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Do que o coração pode sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O que sei, é que não sei traduzir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Esse sentir, esse viver em dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Como nunca, como antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Como agora com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Como posso dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;No teu olhar vejo o meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nessa imersão meu todo romântico é teu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nessa imersão em amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não há o que possam dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra diminuir, pra que se façam entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É meu, é seu, é só nosso esse saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada gesto não resumido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada olhar não traduzido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Me deixa assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Louca de vontade de dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Louca de vontade de seduzir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra não te deixar assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Fingindo não saber... eu vou dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Amo, eu amo você!&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/6549306658126529005-7681531549422110410?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/7681531549422110410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/eclipse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7681531549422110410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7681531549422110410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lUlk2QDYIZw/Te93Y8cQnTI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/BEG4G7B2xBY/s72-c/eclipsedez.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-8154205957289089758</id><published>2011-06-06T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:08:08.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Beleza aprazível</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJtpvGN5PxE/Te1Bi5gG3uI/AAAAAAAAA5E/GwSR7H2D5fY/s1600/rosa.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJtpvGN5PxE/Te1Bi5gG3uI/AAAAAAAAA5E/GwSR7H2D5fY/s400/rosa.bmp" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma palavra para ela: Doce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O seu jeito meigo, calmo e delicado a compõe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu valor está estampado como emblema em sua casa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua honra é aplaudida por seu esposo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suas virtudes envolvem seus filhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela equilibra, governa e segue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela chama, une as mãos e compadece.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ela sobe, representa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desce e ora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela ouve, sente, chora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu coração está posto no altar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suas mãos estão prontas a ajudar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sua beleza brota do interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E floresce todo o exterior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não teme, avança e segue em frente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nã há quem a possa parar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dedico essa minha poesia para a minha querida &lt;strong&gt;Pastora Adriana!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hoje ela completa mais um ano de vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Que o Deus continue fazendo dela, um canal de benção na minha vida e na vida de toda a Comunidade Plena Adoração! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Um abraço com carinho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy.&lt;/strong&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/6549306658126529005-8154205957289089758?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/8154205957289089758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/beleza-aprazivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8154205957289089758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8154205957289089758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/beleza-aprazivel.html' title='Beleza aprazível'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rJtpvGN5PxE/Te1Bi5gG3uI/AAAAAAAAA5E/GwSR7H2D5fY/s72-c/rosa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-1809016495874374950</id><published>2011-06-01T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T08:22:26.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Ele em mim, e eu n'Ele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele levou &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;sobre si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, tudo o que &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;era pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora eu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;vivo n'Ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, e Ele &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;vive em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64RVOm8BjUw/TeZQPnM67BI/AAAAAAAAA4k/nMPz4a431Oo/s1600/cruz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64RVOm8BjUw/TeZQPnM67BI/AAAAAAAAA4k/nMPz4a431Oo/s400/cruz.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"O SENHOR é a minha luz e a minha salvação; de quem terei medo? O SENHOR é a fortaleza da minha vida; a quem temerei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando malfeitores me sobrevêm para me destruir, meus opressores e inimigos, eles é que tropeçam e caem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda que um exército se acampe contra mim, não se atemorizará o meu coração; e, se estourar contra mim a guerra, ainda assim terei confiança."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Versos do Salmo 27.﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-1809016495874374950?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/1809016495874374950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/ele-em-mim-e-eu-nele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1809016495874374950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1809016495874374950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/06/ele-em-mim-e-eu-nele.html' title='Ele em mim, e eu n&apos;Ele'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64RVOm8BjUw/TeZQPnM67BI/AAAAAAAAA4k/nMPz4a431Oo/s72-c/cruz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-1127395283152119536</id><published>2011-05-30T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T05:52:29.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cia Teatro Jeová Nissi'/><title type='text'>As 3 ferramentas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUdC9fOd-UU/TeOSNgjdxrI/AAAAAAAAA3w/hsxPMIllNq0/s1600/f.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUdC9fOd-UU/TeOSNgjdxrI/AAAAAAAAA3w/hsxPMIllNq0/s400/f.png" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Se você perder essa chance, só depois que eles voltarem da turnê na Europa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ou seja, vai demorar! rs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aproveite e vá assistir!&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/6549306658126529005-1127395283152119536?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/1127395283152119536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-3-ferramentas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1127395283152119536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1127395283152119536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/05/as-3-ferramentas.html' title='As 3 ferramentas'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUdC9fOd-UU/TeOSNgjdxrI/AAAAAAAAA3w/hsxPMIllNq0/s72-c/f.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-429931366677510658</id><published>2011-05-26T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:21:25.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>De-cep-ção, In-di-ges-tão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SKy6WBVZbg/Td6aC7meIHI/AAAAAAAAA3s/AAa2MeMhZ3w/s1600/1305122333091_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SKy6WBVZbg/Td6aC7meIHI/AAAAAAAAA3s/AAa2MeMhZ3w/s400/1305122333091_f.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ela às vezes vem me visitar. Não gosto de sua presença e sempre costumo compará-la com as outras vezes que ela esteve aqui, comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ela sempre vem pelo mesmo motivo, mas com intensidades diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sempre quando é grande a minha expectativa, ela vem com mais força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O engraçado é que sempre que ela vem, eu reconheço falhas e erros que cometi (confiando tanto).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Acabo até me culpando. E a culpa é minha mesmo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A lição sempre é a mesma, mas... porque não aprendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O que me seda tanto? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;É essa esperança inútil de ser diferente nas próximas vezes, que é meu analgésico. Só po-de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Vem me&amp;nbsp;sedar a ponto de me entregar novamente... E quando acordo, acordo com o mesmo gosto amargo que um dia já senti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Indigestão = decepção com gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-429931366677510658?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/429931366677510658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-cep-cao-in-di-ges-tao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/429931366677510658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/429931366677510658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-cep-cao-in-di-ges-tao.html' title='De-cep-ção, In-di-ges-tão'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SKy6WBVZbg/Td6aC7meIHI/AAAAAAAAA3s/AAa2MeMhZ3w/s72-c/1305122333091_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-448586956833085760</id><published>2011-05-24T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T13:14:23.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Faça o que você ama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzc3ucocVfs/TdwQ3hK9FyI/AAAAAAAAA3o/KmIVrpt6Jzc/s1600/DoWhatYouLoveBanner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzc3ucocVfs/TdwQ3hK9FyI/AAAAAAAAA3o/KmIVrpt6Jzc/s400/DoWhatYouLoveBanner.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Já conversei sobre&amp;nbsp;esse assunto&amp;nbsp;com inúmeras pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E passei a observar uma coisa: No fundo, todas as pessoas sabem do que realmente amam fazer, mas um dia optaram por fazer o que achavam que "deviam".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Motivos? Inúmeros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Conversei com advogados que queriam ser musicos, baixistas, guitarristas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Conversei com uma mulher formada em Educação física que é secretária e gosta disso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Conversei com uma jovem formada em Design gráfico (pela Belas Artes por sinal) e ainda não está na àrea porque não é exatamente isso o que quer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E continuaria uma lista enorme, mas sem precisão, porque você também deve conhecer alguém assim! Ou pode ser uma delas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Quando você ainda está no colegial, você já sabe quais são suas maiores habilidades, e conhece suas deficiências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Faz testes vocacionais, e isso ajuda (um pouco!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Algumas pessoas já definem qual faculdade cursar, outras demoram mais um pouco... e um pouco... e mais um pouco... até decidirem o que querem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alguns dizem que&amp;nbsp;fazem algo que lhes "garanta o futuro", algo que "dê dinheiro" e que vão fazer o que realmente gostam &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas eu daí eu penso: &lt;strong&gt;depois&lt;/strong&gt; que a faculdade terminar, vem uma pós, &lt;strong&gt;depois &lt;/strong&gt;você vai trabalhar alguns bons anos para obter o retorno do que você já estudou, vai&amp;nbsp;se dedicar&amp;nbsp;mais ainda aquela àrea, ou seja, não vai sobrar tempo pra quase nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois&lt;/strong&gt; disso tudo, o que resta é a indisposição! &lt;strong&gt;Depois&lt;/strong&gt; você vai dizer que "já passou da idade", que já não "tem tempo", e como já está em outra àrea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Infelizmente, as pessoas andam perdendo muitas oportunidades em sua vida que lhe poderiam lhe fazer muito mais feliz, satisfeito e com menos stresse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Preste atenção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você só poderá dar o seu melhor, onde existir amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gostar não é suficiente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não perca a chance de fazer o que você realmente quer e ama, e não deixe o mercado de trabalho e as pessoas te influenciarem nisso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Decidir o futuro, é escolher com quem viver o resto da vida, e esse alguém é você mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-448586956833085760?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/448586956833085760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/05/faca-o-que-voce-gosta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/448586956833085760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/448586956833085760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/05/faca-o-que-voce-gosta.html' title='Faça o que você ama!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzc3ucocVfs/TdwQ3hK9FyI/AAAAAAAAA3o/KmIVrpt6Jzc/s72-c/DoWhatYouLoveBanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-3038618465457054241</id><published>2011-05-05T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T06:29:53.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cia Teatro Jeová Nissi'/><title type='text'>Regravação "O jardim do inimigo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7S3X79Wj2w/TcKlj89rEgI/AAAAAAAAA3M/wQ0Lbnpf1kc/s1600/banner-eletronico1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7S3X79Wj2w/TcKlj89rEgI/AAAAAAAAA3M/wQ0Lbnpf1kc/s640/banner-eletronico1.jpg" width="449" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nos dias &lt;u&gt;20 e 21 deste mês de Maio&lt;/u&gt;, haverá a regravação da incrível peça de teatro "O jardim do inimigo" da Cia. de teatro "&lt;strong&gt;Jeová Nissi&lt;/strong&gt;" dirigida pelo Caique Oliveira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem ainda não conhece os trabalhos desta Cia., PELO AMOR DE DEUS, conheça! Vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A Regravação será no antigo Olympia e atual congregação da Igreja Bola de Neve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lugar perfeito para o espaço cênico que está sendo minuciosamente preparado por grandes profissionais da àrea, como JC Serrroni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Temos que louvar a Deus por essa Cia, que está a mais de dez anos conquistando e incentivando o Teatro no meio Gospel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Além de ser cultura, é algo que precisamos tomar posse. É arte! é nosso! Deus é o criador de todas essas coisas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mais informações clique aqui: &lt;a href="http://www.ministeriojeovanissi.com.br/ojardimdoinimigo"&gt;Ministério Jeová Nissi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Graça e paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-3038618465457054241?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/3038618465457054241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/05/regravacao-o-jardim-do-inimigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3038618465457054241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3038618465457054241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/05/regravacao-o-jardim-do-inimigo.html' title='Regravação &quot;O jardim do inimigo&quot;'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s7S3X79Wj2w/TcKlj89rEgI/AAAAAAAAA3M/wQ0Lbnpf1kc/s72-c/banner-eletronico1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-8340138690008244745</id><published>2011-04-18T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T06:23:10.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Ergo os meus olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elevo os meus olhos para os &lt;strong&gt;montes&lt;/strong&gt;, de onde virá o meu &lt;strong&gt;socorro&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu socorro vem do &lt;strong&gt;Senhor&lt;/strong&gt;, que &lt;strong&gt;fez&lt;/strong&gt; o céu e a terra.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Salmo 121]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePXg2NpQsLM/Taw5F_40GlI/AAAAAAAAA3A/HrxjaNj6DxI/s1600/vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePXg2NpQsLM/Taw5F_40GlI/AAAAAAAAA3A/HrxjaNj6DxI/s400/vida.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele é poderoso para socorrer seu filho que se encontra perdido no meio das montanhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ele aguarda um grito, um gemido que o reconheça como único salvador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Que fez o céu e a terra" indica que Ele é poderoso. Suficiente pra socorrer, para fazer o que quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;É Ele que faz todas as coisas, confiemos n'Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Erga os seus&amp;nbsp;olhos para ver a Sua providência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-8340138690008244745?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/8340138690008244745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/04/ergo-os-meus-olhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8340138690008244745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8340138690008244745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/04/ergo-os-meus-olhos.html' title='Ergo os meus olhos'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ePXg2NpQsLM/Taw5F_40GlI/AAAAAAAAA3A/HrxjaNj6DxI/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-3437455257487077112</id><published>2011-04-07T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:53:16.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Do que adianta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JGkmd17QSY/TZ4U5G6cmnI/AAAAAAAAA24/P3PMwoNePmY/s1600/Lan%25C3%25A7amento+Remiss%25C3%25A3o+-+2011+%252824%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JGkmd17QSY/TZ4U5G6cmnI/AAAAAAAAA24/P3PMwoNePmY/s320/Lan%25C3%25A7amento+Remiss%25C3%25A3o+-+2011+%252824%2529.JPG" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Do que adianta&lt;/span&gt; eu &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;erguer&lt;/span&gt; minhas mãos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Se o meu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; não se &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;render&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Do que adianta&lt;/span&gt; eu erguer minha &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;voz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Se o meu coração não se &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;curvar&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Estrofe estraída da musica "Me basta seus pés" do Min.Remissão]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5woKaNxZ5k/TZ4VWFmiovI/AAAAAAAAA28/0mDXG4BehQ4/s1600/Capa_cd_Remissao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5woKaNxZ5k/TZ4VWFmiovI/AAAAAAAAA28/0mDXG4BehQ4/s320/Capa_cd_Remissao.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Acesse o site! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.remissao.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;www.remissao.com&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/6549306658126529005-3437455257487077112?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/3437455257487077112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-que-adianta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3437455257487077112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3437455257487077112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-que-adianta.html' title='Do que adianta?'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9JGkmd17QSY/TZ4U5G6cmnI/AAAAAAAAA24/P3PMwoNePmY/s72-c/Lan%25C3%25A7amento+Remiss%25C3%25A3o+-+2011+%252824%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-3052624125405968130</id><published>2011-04-05T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T07:05:04.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Dito sem pensar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ5rmHZIHsU/TZsf1b8DCGI/AAAAAAAAA20/lAv4VKnOtkA/s1600/1286143810221_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ5rmHZIHsU/TZsf1b8DCGI/AAAAAAAAA20/lAv4VKnOtkA/s400/1286143810221_f.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Palavras que são ditas sem pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;No&amp;nbsp;embaraço da emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Só faz doer o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas...&amp;nbsp;faz bem&amp;nbsp;liberar o perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Limpar o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Com o amor de Deus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Podemos amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E pra quê sofrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Se machucou, é bom&amp;nbsp;tentar esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Na vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tem como viver sem se ferir.&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/6549306658126529005-3052624125405968130?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/3052624125405968130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/04/dito-sem-pensar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3052624125405968130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3052624125405968130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/04/dito-sem-pensar.html' title='Dito sem pensar'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ5rmHZIHsU/TZsf1b8DCGI/AAAAAAAAA20/lAv4VKnOtkA/s72-c/1286143810221_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-2125430729438673256</id><published>2011-03-17T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T07:26:35.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Ele sabe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele sabe tudo o que eu quero,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas me&amp;nbsp;dá tudo o que preciso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DG60TgLh8H0/TYIZ06HmqmI/AAAAAAAAA2w/k8HiPQsYZ3M/s1600/2574728589_7e98b3d64c_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DG60TgLh8H0/TYIZ06HmqmI/AAAAAAAAA2w/k8HiPQsYZ3M/s400/2574728589_7e98b3d64c_z.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;﻿Este é o meu Deus!&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/6549306658126529005-2125430729438673256?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/2125430729438673256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/03/ele-sabe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2125430729438673256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2125430729438673256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/03/ele-sabe.html' title='Ele sabe!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DG60TgLh8H0/TYIZ06HmqmI/AAAAAAAAA2w/k8HiPQsYZ3M/s72-c/2574728589_7e98b3d64c_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-6928497751072495017</id><published>2011-03-11T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T11:47:28.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apocalipse'/><title type='text'>Ainda não é o fim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus estava sentado no monte das Oliveiras. Então os discípulos chegaram perto dele e lhe perguntaram em particular: -Conte para nós quando é que isso vai acontecer. Que sinal haverá para mostrar que chegou o tempo de o senhor voltar e de tudo acabar?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus respondeu: "Uma nação vai guerrear contra outra, e um país atacará outro. Em vários lugares haverá falta de alimentos e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;tremores de terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Mateus 24:3 e 7]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h8yZLCesGDo/TXp3IjC4d2I/AAAAAAAAA2E/b8_kaXp4yug/s1600/11japan-chameleon-custom7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-h8yZLCesGDo/TXp3IjC4d2I/AAAAAAAAA2E/b8_kaXp4yug/s400/11japan-chameleon-custom7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Um terremoto de magnitude 8,9 atingiu a costa do Japão nesta sexta-feira, o mais forte já registrado no país e um dos maiores em qualquer parte do século passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-d86KG_DnX8k/TXkWPtTm06I/AAAAAAAAA10/lYAwqw9aJiA/s1600/fama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-d86KG_DnX8k/TXkWPtTm06I/AAAAAAAAA10/lYAwqw9aJiA/s320/fama.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;As pessoas fazem exigências aos nomes que se tornam conhecidos de forma singular, não há diferença entre uma criança prodígio, um compositor, um poeta, um assassino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Há um que quer ter o seu retrato, o outro o seu autógrafo, um terceiro pede dinheiro, todos os colegas mais novos mandam os seus trabalhos com muitas lisonjas e pedem uma apreciação, e tanto faz não dar resposta como expressar a sua opinião, de repente aquele que venerava fica furioso, torna-se cruel e quer vingança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;As revistas querem publicar o retrato do homem, os jornais contam a sua vida, as suas origens, falam do seu aspecto. Colegas de escola fazem-se conhecidos, e parentes distantes queriam já há anos dizer que o primo havia de ser famoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;por: &lt;strong&gt;Hermann Hesse, in "Gertrud"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-6358016328087133053?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/6358016328087133053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/03/fama-nao-conhece-virtude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6358016328087133053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6358016328087133053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/03/fama-nao-conhece-virtude.html' title='A fama não conhece virtude'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-d86KG_DnX8k/TXkWPtTm06I/AAAAAAAAA10/lYAwqw9aJiA/s72-c/fama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-1552268475745632418</id><published>2011-03-04T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:49:13.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotidiano'/><title type='text'>As bebidas e suas ressacas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pesquisando, encontrei uma reportagem breve sobre as bebidas e suas formas de ressaca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eis aí!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-y8hCKc_3Wws/TXEk5_HwbjI/AAAAAAAAA1w/O3iCNXAHPvA/s1600/26_MHG_viv_bebidas123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-y8hCKc_3Wws/TXEk5_HwbjI/AAAAAAAAA1w/O3iCNXAHPvA/s400/26_MHG_viv_bebidas123.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;C&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;onhaque, vinho tinto, uísque ao serem metabolizadas em nosso corpo, podem formar uma substância muito tóxica chamada formaldeído, que em altas quantidades pode provocar cegueira e até a morte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Já a vodca e o gim são feitas à base de álcool (etanol) puro. Metabolizadas, elas formam o acetaldeído, que agride as mucosas intestinais, provocam desidratação e dor de cabeça — o conjunto de sintomas conhecidos como ressaca — mas de forma mais branda que as bebidas escuras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"A cerveja, por conter mais água, causa uma ressaca mais branda em comparação com outras bebidas alcoólicas", afirma o médico fisiologista Renato Romani, da Universidade Federal de São Paulo (Unifesp). Mas, em grandes quantidades, também deixa aquele gosto de cabo de guarda-chuva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por Jones Rossi - Galileu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Cuide do seu corpo, e da sua saúde antes mesmo de se preocupar se é pecado ou não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O seu corpo é onde habita o Espírito de Deus, e este deve ser bem cuidado e zelado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-1552268475745632418?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/1552268475745632418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-bebidas-e-suas-ressacas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1552268475745632418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1552268475745632418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-bebidas-e-suas-ressacas.html' title='As bebidas e suas ressacas'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-y8hCKc_3Wws/TXEk5_HwbjI/AAAAAAAAA1w/O3iCNXAHPvA/s72-c/26_MHG_viv_bebidas123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-5550471458527779687</id><published>2011-02-18T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:31:22.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Visão analítica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Por pura pesquisa-curiosa, fiz um teste com algumas pessoas sobre o exercício de 9 pontos e 4 retas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O exercício é claro:&amp;nbsp; você precisa unir os nove pontos, fazendo quatro retas. Nem mais, nem menos. Sem passar por cima da mesma linha e&amp;nbsp;sem sobrar pontos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TMTbxusGoFI/TV6mOr9k8XI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/0axc0hPH9iE/s1600/150px-Nt-9point-1-1_svg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TMTbxusGoFI/TV6mOr9k8XI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/0axc0hPH9iE/s1600/150px-Nt-9point-1-1_svg.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem muito raciocinar entendemos&amp;nbsp;que devemos unir os pontos com as retas formando um "quadrado". E quem disse que precisa ser neste formato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Entendendo isso, teremos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0PttDVXmFQ/TV6q11TwEzI/AAAAAAAAA1c/xr0jj2YKd_Q/s1600/150px-Nt-9point-1-2_svg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0PttDVXmFQ/TV6q11TwEzI/AAAAAAAAA1c/xr0jj2YKd_Q/s1600/150px-Nt-9point-1-2_svg.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;As pessoas com quem fiz o teste (inclusive eu) passamos a maior parte do tempo tentando juntar os pontos DENTRO do quadrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Se nossa visão fosse um pouco mais ampla, chagaríamos rápido nesta resposta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Com esse simples exercício de raciocínio, podemos concluir ﻿o quanto procuramos solução dentro do problema, sem expandir as possibilidades, sem olhar de outros ângulos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Isso se chama: visão analítica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pense nisso.&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/6549306658126529005-5550471458527779687?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/5550471458527779687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/02/por-pura-pesquisa-curiosa-fiz-um-teste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5550471458527779687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5550471458527779687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/02/por-pura-pesquisa-curiosa-fiz-um-teste.html' title='Visão analítica'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TMTbxusGoFI/TV6mOr9k8XI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/0axc0hPH9iE/s72-c/150px-Nt-9point-1-1_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7857012562437312805</id><published>2011-02-15T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:26:58.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testemunho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>O Dário que se foi, e a fé que ficou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjifiBtxyfs/TVrEMt716XI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ATZS6zt1V5E/s1600/main_nightlight_faith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjifiBtxyfs/TVrEMt716XI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ATZS6zt1V5E/s400/main_nightlight_faith.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Um dos ex-diretores de um programa de TV Gospel faleceu na última quinta-feira dia 03/02/11. E deixou-nos um testemunho de uma fé e vida entregue à Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dário, precisou sair do seu emprego devido a um câncer. Mas essa não é uma história como as outras, a vida dele estava muito mais além do que ele mesmo imaginava depois de um propósito que ele fez com Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maurício&amp;nbsp;um amigo-irmão&amp;nbsp;que já foi também meu regente, conheceu este homem de tempos atrás, os dois conversavam por horas, se edificavam&amp;nbsp;em palavras e eram muito amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Quando eu ainda cantava no Coral Projeto Afirma, fomos visitar o Dário três vezes.&amp;nbsp;Oramos juntos, e na hora de cantar&amp;nbsp;ele escolhia as canções. Numa dessas visitas, ele pediu duas vezes a mesma musica,&amp;nbsp;ela diz: &lt;em&gt;"Quero te louvar e bendizer meu Senhor, e te agradecer pelo amor lá na cruz, Teu imenso amor transformou meu viver, graças eu te dou por Jesus meu Senhor"&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;havia uma&amp;nbsp;parte que eu cantava sozinha na estrofe e diz&lt;em&gt;: "Oh Senhor Tu me conheces bem, Tu sabes quem eu sou... Me dá forças oh Senhor Jesus pra suportar as provações...O meu ser eu entrego a Ti, toma conta do meu viver... Faz de mim um vaso Senhor de louvor e adoração".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enquanto&amp;nbsp;eu cantava, podia&amp;nbsp;observar em sua expressão&amp;nbsp;de devoção, adoração em seus gestos limitados pelas dores que sentia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mesmo com seu corpo debilitado, usando sonda e perdendo peso, da sua boca só saiam palavras que demonstravam confiança em Deus.&amp;nbsp;E assim, sorria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Semana pós semana tínhamos notícias que apesar da quimioterapia, o câncer continuava tomando conta do corpo dele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O que ninguém sabia até então,&amp;nbsp;era que o Dário havia feito um pacto com Deus, pois ele queria intensamente que toda a sua família se unisse, e se achegasse ao mesmo Deus que o dele.&amp;nbsp;E o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pacto foi selado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pouco a pouco sua família foi se achegando, e reconhecendo Cristo. A cirurgia dele foi marcada. E no ato, os médicos decidiram não mexer em nada, devido o câncer ter&amp;nbsp;se alastrado&amp;nbsp;completamente, sendo a cirurgia&amp;nbsp;inviável para o grau que a doença atingiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alguns dias depois, tomamos conhecimento de seu falecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dário se foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E deixou uma carta (melhor confidencial) para o Mauricio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Deixou pago e reservado trezentos lugares num restaurante para seus familiares e amigos lembrarem de sua NOVA VIDA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Deixou principalmente sua prova de fé, um testemunho digno e honrável de um homem que entregou a vida à Deus. E doou amor&amp;nbsp;à sua&amp;nbsp;família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tive pouco tempo para conhecê-lo, para estar com Dário.&amp;nbsp;Mas o amor e a imensa compaixão que senti quando o vi, e quando ele adorou a Deus junto com nosso Coral, me fez sentir sua falta e chorar. Claro que compreendo que Deus fez o que quis fazer e para sua glória.&amp;nbsp;O que me dói, é que homens com tamanha atitude de fé e amor são raros e quando se manifestam, Deus os toma para si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Você têm essa fé viva? Pense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Amarás, pois, ao Senhor teu Deus de todo o teu coração, de toda a tua alma, de todo o teu entendimento e de todas as tuas forças."&lt;/em&gt; [Marcos 12:30]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-7857012562437312805?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/7857012562437312805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-dario-que-se-foi-fe-que-ficou.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7857012562437312805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7857012562437312805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-dario-que-se-foi-fe-que-ficou.html' title='O Dário que se foi, e a fé que ficou'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjifiBtxyfs/TVrEMt716XI/AAAAAAAAA1U/ATZS6zt1V5E/s72-c/main_nightlight_faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-3005679698645309358</id><published>2011-02-07T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T04:45:37.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônicas'/><title type='text'>BBB - Desidratação psicológica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Para mim, sentar no sofá para doar atenção ao programa BBB é o mesmo que&amp;nbsp;ter uma desidratação psicológica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A crônica abaixo é de &lt;u&gt;Luiz Fernando Veríssimo&lt;/u&gt;. Leiam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"Que me perdoem os ávidos telespectadores do Big Brother Brasil (BBB), produzido e organizado pela nossa distinta Rede Globo, mas conseguimos chegar ao fundo do poço...A décima terceira (está indo longe!) edição do BBB é uma síntese do que há de pior na TV brasileira. &lt;strong&gt;Chega a ser difícil, encontrar as palavras adequadas para qualificar tamanho atentado à nossa modesta inteligência.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Dizem que Roma, um dos maiores impérios que o mundo conheceu, teve seu fim marcado pela depravação dos valores morais do seu povo, principalmente pela banalização do sexo. &lt;strong&gt;O BBB 11 é a pura e suprema banalização do sexo&lt;/strong&gt;. Impossível assistir, ver este programa ao lado dos filhos. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O BBB 11 é a realidade em busca do IBOPE..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Em um e-mail que recebi há pouco tempo, Bial escreve maravilhosamente bem sobre a perda do humorista Bussunda referindo-se à pena de se morrer tão cedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu gostaria de perguntar se ele não pensa que esse programa é a morte da cultura, de valores e princípios, da moral, da ética e da dignidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Outro dia, durante o intervalo de uma programação da Globo, um outro repórter acéfalo do BBB disse que, para ganhar o prêmio de um milhão e meio de reais, um Big Brother tem um caminho árduo pela frente, chamando-os de heróis. Caminho árduo? Heróis? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;São esses nossos exemplos de heróis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Caminho árduo para mim é aquele percorrido por milhões de brasileiros, profissionais da saúde, professores da rede pública (aliás, todos os professores), carteiros, lixeiros e tantos outros trabalhadores incansáveis que, diariamente, passam horas exercendo suas funções com dedicação, competência e amor, quase sempre mal remunerados..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Heróis, são milhares de brasileiros que sequer têm um prato de comida por dia e um colchão decente para dormir e conseguem sobreviver a isso, todo santo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Heróis, são crianças e adultos que lutam contra doenças complicadíssimas porque não tiveram chance de ter uma vida mais saudável e digna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Heróis, são inúmeras pessoas, entidades sociais e beneficentes, ONGs, voluntários, igrejas e hospitais que se dedicam ao cuidado de carentes, doentes e necessitados (vamos lembrar de nossa eterna heroína, Zilda Arns).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Heróis, são aqueles que, apesar de ganharem um salário mínimo, pagam suas contas, restando apenas dezesseis reais para alimentação, como mostrado em outra reportagem apresentada meses atrás pela própria Rede Globo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Big Brother Brasil não é um programa cultural, nem educativo, não acrescenta informações e conhecimentos intelectuais aos telespectadores, nem aos participantes, e não há qualquer outro estímulo como, por exemplo, o incentivo ao esporte, à música, à criatividade ou ao ensino de conceitos como valor, ética, trabalho e moral.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E ai vem algum psicólogo de vanguarda e me diz que o BBB ajuda a "entender o comportamento humano". Ah, tenha dó!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Veja o que está por de tra$$$$ do BBB: José Neumani da Rádio Jovem Pan, fez um cálculo de que se vinte e nove milhões de pessoas ligarem a cada paredão, com o custo da ligação a trinta centavos, a Rede Globo e a Telefônica arrecadam oito milhões e setecentos mil reais. Eu vou repetir: oito milhões e setecentos mil reais a cada paredão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Já imaginaram quanto poderia ser feito com essa quantia se fosse dedicada a programas de inclusão social, moradia, alimentação, ensino e saúde de muitos brasileiros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;(Poderia ser feito mais de 520 casas populares; ou comprar mais de 5.000 computadores!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Essas palavras não são de revolta ou protesto, mas de vergonha e indignação, por ver tamanha aberração ter milhões de telespectadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Em vez de assistir ao BBB, que tal ler um livro, um poema de Mário Quintana ou de Neruda ou qualquer outra coisa..., ir ao cinema..., estudar.... , ouvir boa música..., cuidar das flores e jardins... ,telefonar para um amigo... , pescar..., brincar com as crianças... , namorar... ou simplesmente dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assistir ao BBB é ajudar a Globo a ganhar rios de dinheiro e destruir o que ainda resta dos valores sobre os quais foi construído nossa sociedade."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-3005679698645309358?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/3005679698645309358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/02/bbb-desidratacao-psicologica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3005679698645309358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3005679698645309358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/02/bbb-desidratacao-psicologica.html' title='BBB - Desidratação psicológica'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-6720366186663050408</id><published>2011-02-02T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T05:40:32.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orações'/><title type='text'>Eu sou Tua!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TUleWnH4c3I/AAAAAAAAA1M/2ksnOA8gBdc/s1600/tumblr_ldu26rE8XU1qd97xho1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TUleWnH4c3I/AAAAAAAAA1M/2ksnOA8gBdc/s400/tumblr_ldu26rE8XU1qd97xho1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Me ajude a compreender a cada dia que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A tua vontade é bem melhor do que a minha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E que quando não consigo o que quero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É porque Tu tens bem mais pra mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Me ajude a lembrar que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu já tenho o que preciso para ser feliz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E que a gratidão me torna aberta para novas realizações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Me ajude a entender que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A preocupação nada mais é, do que algo para me deixar ansiosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E ver as&amp;nbsp;circunstâncias com os meus olhos, e não com os Teus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Me ajude a planejar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas sempre colocar em Tuas mãos todo o meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Me ponha a descansar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A ponto de sonhar os Teus sonhos e aquietar minh’alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo o que eu preciso é Teu, vem de Ti e é para Ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu simplesmente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sou tua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Vim de Ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E sou para Ti! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-6720366186663050408?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/6720366186663050408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-sou-tua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6720366186663050408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6720366186663050408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-sou-tua.html' title='Eu sou Tua!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TUleWnH4c3I/AAAAAAAAA1M/2ksnOA8gBdc/s72-c/tumblr_ldu26rE8XU1qd97xho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-1246123754728069966</id><published>2011-02-01T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:05:57.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Me ouça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TUhLYUh96KI/AAAAAAAAA1I/uNTqleXZ1Ew/s1600/2df83e7b86827d6d16ed7602ba8b91460faa860f_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TUhLYUh96KI/AAAAAAAAA1I/uNTqleXZ1Ew/s400/2df83e7b86827d6d16ed7602ba8b91460faa860f_m.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sou uma eterna apaixonada por palavras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Música. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E pessoas inteiras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não me importa seu sobrenome, onde você nasceu, quanto carrega no bolso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pessoas vazias são chatas e me dão sono. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Gosto de quem mete a cara, arrisca o verso, desafia a vida…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sou criança. E vou crescer assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Gosto de abraçar apertado, sentir alegria inteira, inventar mundos, inventar amores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O simples me faz rir, o complicado me aborrece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Fernanda Melo]&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/6549306658126529005-1246123754728069966?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/1246123754728069966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-ouca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1246123754728069966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1246123754728069966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-ouca.html' title='Me ouça'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TUhLYUh96KI/AAAAAAAAA1I/uNTqleXZ1Ew/s72-c/2df83e7b86827d6d16ed7602ba8b91460faa860f_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-1142827483895236361</id><published>2011-01-26T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T08:29:23.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversas'/><title type='text'>Fé pra mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Recebi este e-mail de uma pessoa muito querida e especial pra mim. Há dois anos atrás, falei de Jesus&amp;nbsp;e da nova vida que Ele oferece&amp;nbsp;pra ela e essa&amp;nbsp;pessoa com o tempo, visitou uma Igreja, passou a frequentar e hoje vive com Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sou muito grata à&amp;nbsp;Ele por isso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E alguns dias atrás, recebi um e-mail dessa pessoa, com as seguintes palavras tocantes e lindas que merecem ser passadas à vocês:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Fé&amp;nbsp;é uma confiança de que Deus não te deixa na beira da estrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Tem alguns sonhos que parecem não seguir conosco. Se o sol não brilhar, se o dia não raiar, quando tudo parecer ao contrário, saiba de uma coisa "QUE O SEU REDENTOR VIVE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Todos os dias você levanta toma o seu banho e vai para o seu trabalho com esperança de que um dia você vai trilhar por caminhos largos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Desde de quando você me falou deste Jesus a minha filosofia de vida mudou, Deus aos meus olhos parece que dirige na contra mão, mais esquecemos que nós temos 1000% de probabilidade de estarmos na contra mão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Seu futuro só será bilhante se você andar com Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Saiba q vc&amp;nbsp;é querida de Deus,&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;o que vale&amp;nbsp;é o que Deus diz, seu futuro esta seguro nas mãos Dele, mesmo quando nós não acertamos os passos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Deus está ao seu lado e ele vai segurar na sua mão até o último dia de sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Seja&amp;nbsp;por um lado ou por outro,&amp;nbsp;Deus irá te abençoar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-1142827483895236361?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/1142827483895236361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/01/fe-pra-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1142827483895236361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1142827483895236361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/01/fe-pra-mim.html' title='Fé pra mim'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-4641044387061433901</id><published>2011-01-11T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T08:11:41.748-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>Diário de uma paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"O meu &lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt; é aquele que desperta a &lt;strong&gt;alma&lt;/strong&gt;, que me aproxima mais, que põe fogo no &lt;strong&gt;coração&lt;/strong&gt; e traz &lt;strong&gt;paz&lt;/strong&gt; à mente..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TSyA3h-Ro6I/AAAAAAAAA04/Sm2vzmfN3d0/s1600/THE_NO%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TSyA3h-Ro6I/AAAAAAAAA04/Sm2vzmfN3d0/s320/THE_NO%257E1.JPG" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"The notebook" traduzido: "Diário de uma paixão" é um filme de 2004 baseado no livro de Nicolas Sparks e dirigido por Nick Cassavetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Uma garota vai passar o verão com a família em outra cidade da Carolina do Norte&amp;nbsp;nos anos 40. Ainda adolescente Allie conhece o jovem Noah, que mora por lá. Noah sente que é amor à primeira vista. Allie&amp;nbsp;é de uma família rica e ele&amp;nbsp;apenas um&amp;nbsp;operário, mas os dois se apaixonam profundamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Apartir daí, eles são separados pelas circunstâncias, mas a narrativa que se segue é de um amor que o tempo não apaga e nada destrói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Grandes lições podem ser retiradas também nas entrelinhas desse enredo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Vale a pena assistir!&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/6549306658126529005-4641044387061433901?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/4641044387061433901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/01/diario-de-uma-paixao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4641044387061433901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4641044387061433901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/01/diario-de-uma-paixao.html' title='Diário de uma paixão'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TSyA3h-Ro6I/AAAAAAAAA04/Sm2vzmfN3d0/s72-c/THE_NO%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-8587351693264427776</id><published>2011-01-01T08:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T08:43:55.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plena palavra profética'/><title type='text'>Devolvendo o que é d"Ele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://muh.com.br/portal/wp-content/uploads/trigo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://muh.com.br/portal/wp-content/uploads/trigo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Palavra profética para o ano de 2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I Crônicas 29:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"No entanto, o meu povo e eu não podemos, de fato, te dar nada, pois tudo vem de ti, e nós somente devolvemos o que já era teu."&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/6549306658126529005-8587351693264427776?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/8587351693264427776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/01/devolvendo-o-que-e-dele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8587351693264427776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8587351693264427776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2011/01/devolvendo-o-que-e-dele.html' title='Devolvendo o que é d&quot;Ele'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-3540699249476634276</id><published>2010-12-31T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:22:04.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversas'/><title type='text'>Passou ano 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cadu.cfn.blog.br/files/2009/12/Reveillon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://cadu.cfn.blog.br/files/2009/12/Reveillon.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mais um ano se passou! E meu carinho por este espaço só aumenta! rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Alguns leitores deixam seus comentários, outros falam pessoalmente do Blog. E falam bem! Fico feliz por isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;São muitos momentos vividos que nos inspiram à escrever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Infelizmente este ano, não foi possível manter a frequência de postagens, mas sempre que pude, consegui registrar minhas palavras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fazendo um balanço temos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- 39 postagens, totalizando 109 postagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- 8 seguidores, totalizando 75 seguidores&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- 21 comentários, totalizando 117 comentários&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;E por falar em comentário... houve um deles que muito me intrigou... está na postagem "Sentimentos" e assinado como anônimo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas enfim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo escrever, acredito que isso com tempo ou sem tempo, eu vou sempre dar um jeitinho de fazer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cada ano que passa, são novas idéias, mudanças e por aqui não será diferente! aguardem!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Palavras não faltam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que o Senhor seja comigo, seja contigo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E que você seja sempre abençoado e enriquecido por aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Muitas felicidades e conquistas para todos nós em 2011!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Porque 2010, em sua grande parte não vai me deixar saudades.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um abraço forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-3540699249476634276?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/3540699249476634276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/proximo-capitulo-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3540699249476634276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3540699249476634276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/proximo-capitulo-2011.html' title='Passou ano 2010'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7026071504563402832</id><published>2010-12-30T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:37:10.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Uma nota, uma canção</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Uma nota pode soar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;única&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;mas dará o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;eco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; suficiente para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;iniciar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;bela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; melodia"&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/6549306658126529005-7026071504563402832?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/7026071504563402832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/uma-nota-uma-cancao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7026071504563402832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7026071504563402832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/uma-nota-uma-cancao.html' title='Uma nota, uma canção'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-5827441998557253222</id><published>2010-12-26T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:15:14.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>E passou o Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fifteenyears.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/merry_christmas_by_lilhyperbabe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://fifteenyears.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/merry_christmas_by_lilhyperbabe.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passou&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Passou a Ceia de Natal, passou tudo pela mesa, passou pelas cadeiras, passou da meia-noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E apagou.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Apagou a luz da sala, apagou a luz do quarto, apagou os fogos de artifício e as luzinhas coloridas. Amanheceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E desmontou.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Desmontou a àrvore. Desmontou-se os arranjos. E chegou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chegou.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Chegou a hora de ver o que ganhou, o que gostou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E dizer que passou.&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/6549306658126529005-5827441998557253222?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/5827441998557253222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-passou-o-natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5827441998557253222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5827441998557253222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/e-passou-o-natal.html' title='E passou o Natal'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-5268897953227986624</id><published>2010-12-16T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T06:32:20.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carta do Pai'/><title type='text'>Carta do Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eu não vou deixar&lt;/span&gt; você &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;pois &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estou cuidando de você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dia e noite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TQodVc5ROdI/AAAAAAAAAzE/jIx82agpNho/s1600/09DecP343BA800x500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TQodVc5ROdI/AAAAAAAAAzE/jIx82agpNho/s400/09DecP343BA800x500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Isto é uma promessa de Deus,&amp;nbsp;do nosso&amp;nbsp;Pai para você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Deus não dorme e&amp;nbsp;Ele não descansa. Ele cuida de nós, dia e noite para que não tropeçamos e caimos. A imagem que vem à mente é a de um pai amoroso vigiando sua criança pequena, como se ela estivesse aprendendo a dar seus primeiros passos. Sempre que a pequena vai, o pai segue de muito perto para se certificar de que nenhum acidente aconteça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A tradução do Salmo 121:3 NTLH diz desta maneira ... &lt;em&gt;"Ele não vai deixar você cair, aquele que te guarda não tosquenejará, nem dormirá."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não importa onde você vá, não importa que hora do dia ou da noite, Deus está cuidando de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que Pai amoroso temos! Assim como nenhum pai terreno não gostaria de ver seu bebê bater a sua cabeça em algum lugar, ou cair, o nosso Pai celestial está nos vigiando para ter certeza de que estamos bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(﻿Uma mensagem íntima de Deus para você)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fathers Love.&lt;/strong&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/6549306658126529005-5268897953227986624?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/5268897953227986624/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-estou-cuidando-de-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5268897953227986624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5268897953227986624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-estou-cuidando-de-voce.html' title='Carta do Pai'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TQodVc5ROdI/AAAAAAAAAzE/jIx82agpNho/s72-c/09DecP343BA800x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-1709201406311102776</id><published>2010-12-15T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T04:29:38.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Ruínas caiadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TQizv-bVG1I/AAAAAAAAAzA/C1_cCrECriM/s1600/ruinas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TQizv-bVG1I/AAAAAAAAAzA/C1_cCrECriM/s400/ruinas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem diz que engana, engana a si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem diz que sabe mentir, constrói uma fortaleza que impede a confiança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem diz que pode tudo, é porque não tem lei pra sim mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Manter os reparos de um supulcro caiado, faz piorar a sujeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A indignação me bate a porta, p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;ergunto-me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Como pode alguém manter uma vida de mentiras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Então, lembro-me do que li no livro de Arruda Campos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"Vivemos em dois lugares, em que vigoram leis e noções diferentes. No primeiro, as pessoas se enxergam como gostariam de ser. No outro, elas são como são."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Joyce Carolino)&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/6549306658126529005-1709201406311102776?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/1709201406311102776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/ruinas-caiadas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1709201406311102776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1709201406311102776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/ruinas-caiadas.html' title='Ruínas caiadas'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TQizv-bVG1I/AAAAAAAAAzA/C1_cCrECriM/s72-c/ruinas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-8151486715547588058</id><published>2010-12-14T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:48:10.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversas'/><title type='text'>Teclas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TQeGBuGjMCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/yuJWu4Hm4tE/s1600/2_Foto0060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TQeGBuGjMCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/yuJWu4Hm4tE/s320/2_Foto0060.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;﻿Meu filho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E ele tem uma história! &lt;br /&gt;Há doze anos atrás, minha mãe me colocou na aula de piano e comprou um teclado pra mim. Era um Yamaha PSR-530... Show! Estudei durante um ano e meio. Porém devido as faltas de condições financeiras, o vendi e parei com as aulas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Agora, estou voltando com esse antigo projeto, e dessa vez, até o fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Comprei um teclado e voltarei as aulas em 2011!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Quem sabe futuramente coloco um video tocando uma musica pra vocês? ahaha! Acho que vai demorar um pouco... Beijoooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/6549306658126529005-8151486715547588058?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/8151486715547588058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/teclas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8151486715547588058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/8151486715547588058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/teclas.html' title='Teclas'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TQeGBuGjMCI/AAAAAAAAAyo/yuJWu4Hm4tE/s72-c/2_Foto0060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-1465442364007385237</id><published>2010-12-11T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T07:20:16.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>No fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TQeLBKQdpqI/AAAAAAAAAy0/hnW8MNjLISU/s1600/folha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TQeLBKQdpqI/AAAAAAAAAy0/hnW8MNjLISU/s320/folha.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;No &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; tu hás de ver que as coisas mais leves são as &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;únicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;vento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; não conseguiu levar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um estribilho antigo&lt;br /&gt;um &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; no momento &lt;b&gt;preciso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o folhear de um &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;livro&lt;/span&gt; de poemas&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;cheiro&lt;/span&gt; que tinha um dia o próprio &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Mário Quintana]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-1465442364007385237?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/1465442364007385237/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-fim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1465442364007385237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1465442364007385237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-fim.html' title='No fim'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TQeLBKQdpqI/AAAAAAAAAy0/hnW8MNjLISU/s72-c/folha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-2131671183858381790</id><published>2010-12-06T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T03:59:00.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversas'/><title type='text'>Meus 22 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TPzYnlmL76I/AAAAAAAAAyU/qKKF6q8XWpw/s1600/happy-birthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TPzYnlmL76I/AAAAAAAAAyU/qKKF6q8XWpw/s320/happy-birthday.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 anos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto saudade dos meus 6 anos... e da minha ânsia em completar 18! Ontem, dia 5 de dezembro&amp;nbsp;completei meus 22 anos de idade... Feliz! Por tudo o que aprendi. Chorando, sorrindo, lutando e conquistando! Não me preocupo&amp;nbsp;de ir avançando em idade! Mas sim em viver de verdade cada momento da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sei que tenho muito&amp;nbsp;a aprender!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas hoje já consigo ver alguns valores que alguns anos atrás não enchergava... Consigo entender questões que antes me sufocavam... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Amadureci muito pelas experiências que já passei. E a "bonequinha de porcelana" como alguns dizem... até ironicamente, tem por dentro um coração se posso assim dizer "estruturado" pelas forças que continuo extraindo de tudo o que me acontece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me amo. Reconheço os meus erros a medida que os identifico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me orgulho do que sei, das minhas metas, e das minhas qualidades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Me orgulho do meu querer saber, querer aprender, e sem temer: tentar. E até por isso conseguir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Presentes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eu os ganho a cada dia... Minha Igreja, Comunidade Plena Adoração foi o maior presente que ganhei esse ano!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ganhei novos amigos maravilhosos! Bençãos de Deus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fico feliz por isso, e por&amp;nbsp;manter cada um em meu coração. Coral Projeto Afirma! Cada um tem seu valor e&amp;nbsp;espaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Feliz pela recuperação da minha mãe&amp;nbsp;após as crises emocionais. Feliz pela superação em tudo o que precisei! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto&amp;nbsp;houver&amp;nbsp;esperança&amp;nbsp;em meu&amp;nbsp;sorriso, vou sorrir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enquanto existir brilho nos meus olhos, vou deixar que eles se expressem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enquanto existir voz, vou falar e&amp;nbsp;cantar muito! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enquanto existir amor, externarei meu carinho e toda convicção&amp;nbsp;de viver&amp;nbsp;a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Agradeço a todos os que estão perto de mim. Mesmo que não seja fisicamente, mas pelo carinho e consideração através de telefone, e-mail, sms, facebook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Agradeço ao meu Deus, que eu amo tanto! Apesar de ser tão falha e infiel, Ele permanece fiel com seu amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eu devo&amp;nbsp;toda a minha vida à Ele! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O mínimo que posso fazer é dedicar minha adoração e meu louvor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enfim...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Parabéns pra mim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-2131671183858381790?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/2131671183858381790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/meus-22-anos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2131671183858381790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2131671183858381790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/meus-22-anos.html' title='Meus 22 anos'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TPzYnlmL76I/AAAAAAAAAyU/qKKF6q8XWpw/s72-c/happy-birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-3964474964729940070</id><published>2010-12-01T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T08:11:43.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interessante'/><title type='text'>Net Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Muita gente ainda não conhece. Eu não conhecia até a minha professora de inglês me indicar a:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TPZx-gzpzqI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/soHekzPF4eI/s1600/net.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TPZx-gzpzqI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/soHekzPF4eI/s1600/net.bmp" /&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="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que é&amp;nbsp;um programa de locação super interessante &lt;strong&gt;para quem&amp;nbsp;adora filmes, mas não quer pagar o valor do original e&amp;nbsp;não compra&amp;nbsp;pirata!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;É assim: você entra no site escolhe os&amp;nbsp;planos que começam&amp;nbsp;apartir de R$&amp;nbsp;9,99/mês, se cadastra e monta sua lista de filmes. Logo você terá direito a receber o filme escolhido em sua casa na data que agendar, assistir sem pressa e trocar por outros! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para os interessados, basta&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netmovies.com.br/"&gt;CLICAR AQUI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;e acessar o site!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Boa sorte! beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-3964474964729940070?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/3964474964729940070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/net-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3964474964729940070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3964474964729940070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/12/net-movies.html' title='Net Movies'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TPZx-gzpzqI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/soHekzPF4eI/s72-c/net.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-5848711727979360173</id><published>2010-11-29T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T03:21:26.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Queira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TPQFQVFTPWI/AAAAAAAAAyE/v9bizDeRvPg/s1600/eyes-closed2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TPQFQVFTPWI/AAAAAAAAAyE/v9bizDeRvPg/s400/eyes-closed2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"Não se conforme com sua situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Se você se sente longe de Deus, abra os olhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não permita ser enganada, iludida&amp;nbsp;em meio a essas&amp;nbsp;nuvens escuras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Seu piscar transformou-se em um sono...mas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Queira se reerguer, queira se aproximar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não há nada que você não possa conseguir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não há nada que você não possa conquistar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele, o Maior, Deus o Supremo, te dá forças para continuar."&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: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Joyce Carolino)&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/6549306658126529005-5848711727979360173?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/5848711727979360173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/11/queira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5848711727979360173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5848711727979360173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/11/queira.html' title='Queira'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TPQFQVFTPWI/AAAAAAAAAyE/v9bizDeRvPg/s72-c/eyes-closed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-5044243932866549291</id><published>2010-11-17T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T04:30:27.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Como forma de gratidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TOPJhHLgspI/AAAAAAAAAyA/f4W4uPiq3As/s1600/thank-you-note1_s600x600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TOPJhHLgspI/AAAAAAAAAyA/f4W4uPiq3As/s320/thank-you-note1_s600x600.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Há algo mais para fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Como forma de gratidão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Palavras, atos, sentimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo transborda do meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Das palavras que Tu falastes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Das promessas que Tu cumpristes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Do Teu amor tão doado e dedicado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Minha pequenez me envergonha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao te agradecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O que posso te dar é minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E tudo o que acho que é meu, mas é Seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O que posso te dar é minha voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E todas as canções que acho que são minhas, mas são Tuas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O que posso te dar é o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E todos os meus sentimentos que eu acho que controlo, mas Tu governas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O que posso te dar é meu respirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E todo o fôlego que criastes ao nos formar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Grata sou a Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pelo que foi, pelo que é, e o que será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pelo que Fostes, pelo que És, pelo que permanecerá até o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sendo assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Unicamente Deus e Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiel e Salvador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Joyce Carolino)﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6549306658126529005-5044243932866549291?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/5044243932866549291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/11/como-forma-de-gratidao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5044243932866549291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5044243932866549291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/11/como-forma-de-gratidao.html' title='Como forma de gratidão'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TOPJhHLgspI/AAAAAAAAAyA/f4W4uPiq3As/s72-c/thank-you-note1_s600x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7908328428893359316</id><published>2010-11-10T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T05:24:21.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Política'/><title type='text'>A política do fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Passado o calor das eleições... vamos conversar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TNqc25kk1EI/AAAAAAAAAx8/MxXx9AqfZx8/s1600/politica-e-o-cristao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TNqc25kk1EI/AAAAAAAAAx8/MxXx9AqfZx8/s400/politica-e-o-cristao.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tanto se discutiu e ainda discute quando o assunto é eleição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Dois candidatos: Dilma Russef do PT e José Serra do PSDB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A população se dividiu&amp;nbsp;acirradamente&amp;nbsp;sobre estes dois concorrentes. Dilma por sua vez, venceu com a maioria dos votos, como todos já sabem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Onde eu quero chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todo &lt;u&gt;cristão&lt;/u&gt; deve (ou deveria) ter&amp;nbsp;firmeza sobre suas decisões nos votos. Firmeza essa que entenda que, apesar de sermos cidadãos de um país democrático,&amp;nbsp;e termos que votar conscientemente, temos uma base bíblica que nos&amp;nbsp;afirma o seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Quando os homens disserem: "Paz e segurança" então repentinamente lhes sobrevirá a destruição, como as dores à mulher grávida. E não escaparão".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;[&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I Tessalonissences 5:3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;No site da CBJP, há uma nota da Comissão Brasileira Justiça e Paz falando sobre o momento político e a religião. Eles aproveitam para citar um verso Bíblico:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"Amor e Verdade se encontrarão. Justiça e Paz se abraçarão." &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Salmo 85:10]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não adianta querermos tapar o sol com a peneira, como diz o ditado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Num mundo onde violência,&amp;nbsp;fome, guerra, terremotos, só aumentam os índices, geleiras&amp;nbsp;seguem se&amp;nbsp;desmanchando e a política&amp;nbsp;vai colecionando&amp;nbsp;escândalos, o que podemos esperar? O homem pode conseguir dominar o homem, mas o homem jamais conseguirá dominar a natureza e reverter a palavra de Deus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Essa é a política do fim:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De mal a pior. E quando pensarmos em paz, aí haverá guerra.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Joyce Carolino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-7908328428893359316?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/7908328428893359316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/11/politica-do-fim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7908328428893359316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7908328428893359316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/11/politica-do-fim.html' title='A política do fim'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TNqc25kk1EI/AAAAAAAAAx8/MxXx9AqfZx8/s72-c/politica-e-o-cristao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-6163627167878244474</id><published>2010-11-09T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:07:19.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louvor e adoração'/><title type='text'>Porque eu devo cantar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem, parei pra pensar e comecei a escrever:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Porque as pessoas cantam em um quarteto, grupo ou coral?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se &amp;nbsp;formos perguntar qualquer grupo secular, o porque de estarem juntos, a resposta certamente será: "Somos músicos, gostamos da música e queremos viver dela".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Já a resposta de um grupo evangélico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;poderia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; ser: " Somos cristãos. Cristo é o centro das nossas vidas e queremos falar dEle por meio da música"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quando um grupo secular decide ensaiar, eles somente necessitam de uma ferramenta: a música.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Entretanto, quando um grupo evangélico decide ensaiar, não é necessário somente a música; é necessária a colaboração total de Deus. Se estamos preparando algo divino e não humano, Deus é o primeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O que nos une é Cristo. O nosso companheirismo tem uma qualidade única: que Cristo é o centro do grupo, ou pelo menos deveria ser...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Devemos viver a comunhão na musica. Não é uma harmonia baseada em nós mesmos, mas é uma harmonia fundada no centro do grupo: Cristo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O bom relacionamento não está baseado nos atributos pessoais, mas sim na união que temos com Ele.&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/6549306658126529005-6163627167878244474?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/6163627167878244474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/11/porque-eu-devo-cantar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6163627167878244474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6163627167878244474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/11/porque-eu-devo-cantar.html' title='Porque eu devo cantar?'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-22050335143374403</id><published>2010-11-01T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T07:55:45.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>Querido John</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TNF1Jx6BCsI/AAAAAAAAAwA/8JxRffQ1OZ8/s1600/poster+querido+john.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TNF1Jx6BCsI/AAAAAAAAAwA/8JxRffQ1OZ8/s320/poster+querido+john.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Baseado no Livro do grande autor Nicholas Sparks, Querido John narra a história de um jovem soldado e uma universitária idealista que se conhecem e se apaixonam. Separados pelas perigosas missões de John, os dois mantém contato através de um fluxo contínuo de cartas, porém&amp;nbsp;uma dessas&amp;nbsp;correspondências desencadeia consequências inevitáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Muito mais que um romance qualquer, o filme trás uma lição para relacionamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Grandes oportunidades surgem em nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alguma delas, pensamos demais... e acabamos perdendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Preciosos momentos decisivos, que podem nos conceder ou não aquilo que queremos para nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TNF24KDKNHI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Ebgm_MZMKIU/s1600/dear_john_11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TNF24KDKNHI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Ebgm_MZMKIU/s320/dear_john_11.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O interessante é que qualquer oportunidade na vida, não trabalha conciliado ao tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Derrepente ela vem, bate à porta, se for embora, não se saberá jamais para onde foi e se voltará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Na maioria dos casos, é passada a outra pessoa e não volta mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por isso pense:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Talvez haja um grande amor, um novo emprego, uma bela realização, esperando por pouco tempo, a sua decisão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-22050335143374403?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/22050335143374403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/11/querido-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/22050335143374403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/22050335143374403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/11/querido-john.html' title='Querido John'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TNF1Jx6BCsI/AAAAAAAAAwA/8JxRffQ1OZ8/s72-c/poster+querido+john.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7314743612863723133</id><published>2010-10-21T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:33:37.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tira'/><title type='text'>Leite derramado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TMBeKjtBF5I/AAAAAAAAAvM/SQEqexVkvrM/s1600/untitled-7+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TMBeKjtBF5I/AAAAAAAAAvM/SQEqexVkvrM/s400/untitled-7+(2).jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E não é que é verdade? Pra que chorar o Leite derramado se ainda tem a Vaca? rs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-7314743612863723133?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/7314743612863723133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/10/leite-derramado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7314743612863723133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7314743612863723133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/10/leite-derramado.html' title='Leite derramado'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TMBeKjtBF5I/AAAAAAAAAvM/SQEqexVkvrM/s72-c/untitled-7+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7763149441971594491</id><published>2010-10-20T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T08:21:32.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversas'/><title type='text'>Minha profissão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TMBaaAkuPWI/AAAAAAAAAvI/KSC_uQFoh9A/s1600/m_9792bbeb563fd201457b7e37aa8e03d5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TMBaaAkuPWI/AAAAAAAAAvI/KSC_uQFoh9A/s320/m_9792bbeb563fd201457b7e37aa8e03d5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca pensei que fosse demorar 4 anos para eu decidir que carreira seguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Por um lado foi bom, pois me sinto mais madura para escolher uma profissão,algo que eu queira por toda minha vida. Por outro lado, já era para eu estar com meu diploma na mão!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas sabe lá Deus o que eu teria escolhido!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lembro que desde que comecei a pensar em faculdade, já cheguei a me interessar por: Arquitetura, Psicologia, Musica, Publicidade, Fotografia, Design, Letras... Mas nenhuma me convenceu completamente. Ainda restavam dúvidas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Comecei a querer me conhecer mais. Pensei muito em mim! Parece engraçado, mas você tirar um tempo para refletir em quem você é e o que você gosta, faz uma diferença incrível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois de tanto pensar, decidi! Em 2011 inicio um novo marco na minha vida!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ah... Que curso é? SURPRESA!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Acompanha o BLOG, que eu conto! (rs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Dica: Não é nenhum que eu citei acima!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;beijos.&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/6549306658126529005-7763149441971594491?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/7763149441971594491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/10/minha-profissao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7763149441971594491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7763149441971594491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/10/minha-profissao.html' title='Minha profissão'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TMBaaAkuPWI/AAAAAAAAAvI/KSC_uQFoh9A/s72-c/m_9792bbeb563fd201457b7e37aa8e03d5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-6168243063819434581</id><published>2010-10-16T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T04:56:48.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversas'/><title type='text'>Madrugada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Minha mãe fala que madrugada foi feita para dormir, sempre que ela me pega em altas horas da noite ainda acordada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu concordo, mas não completamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Completamente pra mim seria dizer que madrugada foi feita pra ficar junto com o silêncio, um pouco acordada, pensando, escrevendo, lendo, e até conversando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nada como a madrugada! Ela é deliciosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sozinha ou acompanhada, ela é ótima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A madrugada te dá retorno do que você diz pra você mesmo. E você ouve bem, opina, questiona, conversa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Traduz tudo aquilo que os pensamentos aceleradíssimos do dia não te deixam notar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;e quando enfim, os olhos começam a se fechar....o melhor é se render!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O sono casa-se com a madrugada, e você vive a perfeita lua de mel de estar dormindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Boa noite!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;(Me rendi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Joyce Carolino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-6168243063819434581?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/6168243063819434581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/10/madrugada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6168243063819434581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6168243063819434581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/10/madrugada.html' title='Madrugada'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-542739551040110168</id><published>2010-08-30T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:56:19.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Menina dos olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/THv6v-do3jI/AAAAAAAAAts/XB8JsrkNSFU/s1600/menina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/THv6v-do3jI/AAAAAAAAAts/XB8JsrkNSFU/s320/menina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...porque aquele que tocar em vós toca na menina dos olhos de Deus." Zacarias 2:8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Você deixaria alguém tocar em seu olho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo que tente, a reação automática do olho como proteção é fechar as pálpebras para protegê-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;No salmo&amp;nbsp;17 verso 8, Davi usa uma linguagem metafórica ao orar pedindo que Deus o guarde como "a menina dos olhos d'Ele".&amp;nbsp;Nesta oração&amp;nbsp;aprendemos como confrontar os inimigos de nossa alma que nos atacam para ferirem nossos sentimentos e para nos afastar de Deus. Aprendemos em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;como lidar com as mágoas, com as calúnias&amp;nbsp;e mentiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O mundo quer nos ver chorar e nos ver feridos, mas precisamos confiar em um Pai que nos protege, e sempre.&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/6549306658126529005-542739551040110168?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/542739551040110168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/08/menina-dos-olhos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/542739551040110168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/542739551040110168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/08/menina-dos-olhos.html' title='Menina dos olhos'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/THv6v-do3jI/AAAAAAAAAts/XB8JsrkNSFU/s72-c/menina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-784833081973006243</id><published>2010-08-15T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:32:59.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Coral Projeto Afirma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TGh-kC8VXVI/AAAAAAAAAtU/0y-w8vorPZI/s1600/capacaixa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TGh-kC8VXVI/AAAAAAAAAtU/0y-w8vorPZI/s320/capacaixa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Bitstream Charter&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Ide por todo o mundo e pregai o evangelho a toda criatura." [Marcos 16:15]&lt;/span&gt;&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: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&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="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;"Ele vai voltar pra buscar eu e você, os filhos teus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Não deixe pra depois, prepare-se pois o Senhor não vai tardar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Ele vai voltar com seus anjos pra me buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Busque a Jesus enquanto há tempo para voltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;O Rei da glória está voltando prepare-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;O mundo inteiro será julgado, não diga que eu não te avisei!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&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="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Este é um trecho de uma das musicas do primeiro Cd do "Coral Projeto Afirma"entitulado: "Som das Ruas".&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: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;E esse Coral abençoado está aí! Chegando para contribuir com o Reino de Deus!&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: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;O nome, vem de "Projetar o nome de Cristo, e afirmar a sua vinda". O objetivo é claro, transmitir a toda criatura a mensagem de salvação.&amp;nbsp;&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: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Usando de uma estratégia bastante interessante e ousada, o ministério conta com versões de várias musicas de estilo R&amp;amp;B como Boys II Men, Justin Timbarlake... tendo nestas conhecidas melodias, a palavra de Deus totalmente introduzida.&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: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&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="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Deus é fiel! E é Ele quem usa seus filhos como quer para atingir o alvo!&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: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Deus continue nos abençoando!&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: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&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="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Obs.:O Cd você encontra nas Lojas da Rua Conde de Sarzedas, em São Paulo.&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/6549306658126529005-784833081973006243?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/784833081973006243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/08/coral-projeto-afirma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/784833081973006243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/784833081973006243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/08/coral-projeto-afirma.html' title='Coral Projeto Afirma'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TGh-kC8VXVI/AAAAAAAAAtU/0y-w8vorPZI/s72-c/capacaixa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-1631535169081535609</id><published>2010-07-28T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:21:00.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Neblina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TFA5LG5U3yI/AAAAAAAAAtE/yJ6KxsLSw-0/s1600/A_IMAGEM_DO_CARRO_NA_NEBLINA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TFA5LG5U3yI/AAAAAAAAAtE/yJ6KxsLSw-0/s320/A_IMAGEM_DO_CARRO_NA_NEBLINA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando eu era criança, me lembro&amp;nbsp;das&amp;nbsp;vezes que&amp;nbsp;viajei&amp;nbsp;com meu pai. Por diversas vezes enfrentamos o tempo tomado por uma neblina forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lembro me de que quando isso acontecia,&amp;nbsp;ele diminuía&amp;nbsp;a velocidade do carro, e com muita atenção procurava o caminh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;o na estrada para seguir. Às vezes ele até parava o carro e esperava um pouco. Eu ficava afoita no banco detrás do carro, mas ele sempre conseguia sair bem e chegávamos ao destino combinado e em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Querido, se tudo às vezes parece nublado, impossibilitando os olhos de ver o horizonte, e de chegar ao destino tão esperado, saiba que e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;xiste um Deus, um Pai que está no comando de tudo, e que sabe o momento certo de sair com o carro enfrentar a neblina e chegar no destino certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não temas! Não se turbe o vosso coração! Creia em Deus! Creia em Jesus! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[João 14:1]&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/6549306658126529005-1631535169081535609?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/1631535169081535609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/neblina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1631535169081535609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1631535169081535609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/neblina.html' title='Neblina'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TFA5LG5U3yI/AAAAAAAAAtE/yJ6KxsLSw-0/s72-c/A_IMAGEM_DO_CARRO_NA_NEBLINA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-4957624619660061949</id><published>2010-07-21T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T11:16:29.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>O fazendeiro e Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TEc4sJ30taI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EVKIZv8wAo4/s1600/ofazendeiroedeus.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TEc4sJ30taI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EVKIZv8wAo4/s320/ofazendeiroedeus.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Assisti este filme a pouco tempo. Fala sobre u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;m fazendeiro&amp;nbsp;que se&amp;nbsp;muda para à África do Sul com a família e lá encontra muitas dificuldades. Ele sofre uma série de perdas que julga ser incapaz de superar. Mas com tudo ele descobre o verdadeiro propósito da sua vida e uma crença inabalável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O filme é baseado em fatos reais. E existe além das telas um ministério onde emprega trabalhadores locais e um orfanato que acolhe cerca de 200 crianças órfãs e vitimas da AIDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Vale a pena conferir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-4957624619660061949?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/4957624619660061949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-fazendeiro-e-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4957624619660061949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4957624619660061949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-fazendeiro-e-deus.html' title='O fazendeiro e Deus'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TEc4sJ30taI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EVKIZv8wAo4/s72-c/ofazendeiroedeus.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-4363106318738320423</id><published>2010-07-15T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T19:41:43.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louvor e adoração'/><title type='text'>Deus do impossível e da virada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TD_CukZlX8I/AAAAAAAAAsU/euMXx0xUZ5w/s1600/OgAAAGcjPqk63DvhJf-yOSzrQTFqtc3LshhsszuOmninYfZpSv1gjE1caDTfMC9BiFRgB1CiOi4_86MlkLMcSlkrvlsAm1T1UFnVrlk4rYhcx9P4oMBZJjykiXQ7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TD_CukZlX8I/AAAAAAAAAsU/euMXx0xUZ5w/s320/OgAAAGcjPqk63DvhJf-yOSzrQTFqtc3LshhsszuOmninYfZpSv1gjE1caDTfMC9BiFRgB1CiOi4_86MlkLMcSlkrvlsAm1T1UFnVrlk4rYhcx9P4oMBZJjykiXQ7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TD_CzkIAiYI/AAAAAAAAAsc/VqhJpAnvEcU/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TD_CzkIAiYI/AAAAAAAAAsc/VqhJpAnvEcU/s320/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TD_C-TT8l_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/hDLMMzGCrrU/s1600/OgAAAI5Lhev5TPYuoZgHziFONnQIrG3rqCDLS-HMZ-QGbK808fNpNaS7ToT4HjpMgktTAHNzxUEhw2Wkb8ig9Xdg3WcAm1T1UCcoqhyjtwOoSTRc-N_fDApPxJcV+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TD_C-TT8l_I/AAAAAAAAAs0/hDLMMzGCrrU/s320/OgAAAI5Lhev5TPYuoZgHziFONnQIrG3rqCDLS-HMZ-QGbK808fNpNaS7ToT4HjpMgktTAHNzxUEhw2Wkb8ig9Xdg3WcAm1T1UCcoqhyjtwOoSTRc-N_fDApPxJcV+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Débora, uma amiga de tempos! e eu, no momento da ministração]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quem nunca ouviu a canção bem animada: &lt;i&gt;"Eu vou viver uma virada em minha vida eu creio" &lt;/i&gt;ou " &lt;i&gt;Deus do impossível, não desistiu de mim, sua destra me sustenta e me faz prevalecer!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Canções lindas como estas foram ministradas pelo Toque no altar na última segunda-feira do dia 12 de Julho. &amp;nbsp;Rafael, um servo de Deus abençoadíssimo, foi convidado para louvar e adorar junto com todo o povo de Deus ali no espaço Renascer. Dança, alegria, clamor e ministração marcaram vidas para o Senhor naquela noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Gente!!! Dancei muito na presença do Senhor! E chorei também... Por ouvir fortemente a voz d'Ele falando comigo! Foi uma benção!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um abraço a todos visitantes do Blog da Joy!&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/6549306658126529005-4363106318738320423?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/4363106318738320423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/deus-do-impossivel-e-da-virada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4363106318738320423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4363106318738320423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/deus-do-impossivel-e-da-virada.html' title='Deus do impossível e da virada!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TD_CukZlX8I/AAAAAAAAAsU/euMXx0xUZ5w/s72-c/OgAAAGcjPqk63DvhJf-yOSzrQTFqtc3LshhsszuOmninYfZpSv1gjE1caDTfMC9BiFRgB1CiOi4_86MlkLMcSlkrvlsAm1T1UFnVrlk4rYhcx9P4oMBZJjykiXQ7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-6553277459393727585</id><published>2010-07-12T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:19:32.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Toma os pedaços</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TDs-MOR_vpI/AAAAAAAAAsE/YlEAEATnCbs/s1600/broken-glass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TDs-MOR_vpI/AAAAAAAAAsE/YlEAEATnCbs/s400/broken-glass.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"Toma os pedaços do meu ser... Torna tudo novo Pai, para mim. Quando eu perdido e bem triste estiver, toma os pedaços do meu ser."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tenho dúvidas de que o compositor Amaro Batista estava verdadeiramente&amp;nbsp;com o coração contrito quando escreveu esta canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Somos às vezes surpreendidos por notícias desagradáveis como:&amp;nbsp;a perda de um emprego, morte, falência nos negócios, frustração de planos ou doenças. Logo, nos desesperamos, e parece que Deus fica tão longe que o frio da incredulidade começa a congelar nossa fé e esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ao deitarmos a cabeça no travesseiro, o sono parece distante. A cabeça gira em favor da preocupação. A aflição toma conta da alma e parece não haver mais espaço para a confiança em Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Paz? Descanso? Permissão de Deus? Confiança? Certeza de vitória?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tudo isso parece ilusório quando nos apegamos ao problema, e o problema vira o deus do momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus tem seu caminho na tormenta.&lt;/strong&gt; [Naum 1:3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nosso Deus tem a permissão na mão do que pode acontecer ou não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Não sobreveio a vocês tentação que não fosse comum aos homens. E Deus é fiel; ele não permitirá que vocês sejam tentados além do que podem suportar. Mas, quando forem tentados, ele mesmo lhes providenciará um escape, para que o possam suportar.”&lt;/strong&gt; [I Coríntios 10:13]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Confie em Deus, mesmo quando tudo se quebrar... Quando tudo se desfizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E seja o que for que se tornou em pedaços, Deus reconstruirá e fará para si o melhor trabalho para a glória d'Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-6553277459393727585?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/6553277459393727585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/toma-os-pedacos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6553277459393727585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6553277459393727585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/07/toma-os-pedacos.html' title='Toma os pedaços'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TDs-MOR_vpI/AAAAAAAAAsE/YlEAEATnCbs/s72-c/broken-glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-4300191239524141845</id><published>2010-06-15T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:01:27.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Para que servem minhas mãos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TBg4Vcd9DlI/AAAAAAAAAr8/DTFey1goGow/s1600/raised20hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TBg4Vcd9DlI/AAAAAAAAAr8/DTFey1goGow/s400/raised20hands.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As minhas mãos não servem para dar aquela "ajudinha" a Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elas servem para adorar enquanto Ele trabalha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As minhas mãos não foram feitas para levantá-las em gesto de questionamento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elas servem para posicioná-las em oração.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As minhas mãos não servem para bater em uma face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elas servem para enxugar as lágrimas que podem cair de um rosto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As minhas mãos não foram feitas para afirmar que não há saída,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elas servem para indicar o caminho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As minhas mãos foram feitas para tocar as vestes, receber virtude.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foram designadas para tocar nas àguas e abrir o mar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 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/6549306658126529005-4300191239524141845?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/4300191239524141845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/06/para-que-servem-minhas-maos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4300191239524141845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4300191239524141845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/06/para-que-servem-minhas-maos.html' title='Para que servem minhas mãos'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TBg4Vcd9DlI/AAAAAAAAAr8/DTFey1goGow/s72-c/raised20hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-4977407196776928812</id><published>2010-06-13T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:06:19.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>No deserto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TBWMelYH9DI/AAAAAAAAArM/wb4sbA1Pr5w/s1600/desert-1280x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TBWMelYH9DI/AAAAAAAAArM/wb4sbA1Pr5w/s400/desert-1280x1024.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Queridos!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Linda a canção "Desert" da Banda australiana Hillsong...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faço questão de deixá-la aqui traduzida para que vocês leiam!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beijo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #686868; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Esse é o meu clamor no deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;quando tudo em mim está seco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;esse é o meu louvor na minha fome e necessidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;o meu Deus é o Deus que provê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;esse é o meu clamor no fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;na fraqueza, no julgamento ou na dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Há uma fé que prova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;algo mais valioso que o ouro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;E que irá me provar através das chamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Eu te darei louvor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;eu te darei louvor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;nenhuma arma forjada contra mim irá permanecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;eu vou me regozijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;e vou declarar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;que Deus é a minha vitória e ele está aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;esse é o meu clamor na batalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;quando o triunfo ainda estiver a caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;eu sou um conquistador e co-herdeiro com Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;então, firme na sua promessa eu permanecerei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Durante toda a minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;em todas as épocas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Você foi o Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;eu tenho uma razão pra cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;eu tenho uma razão pra louvar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;esse é o meu clamor na colheita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;quando a providência é favorável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;eu sei que eu fui cheio para me esvaziar novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 3px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;a semente que eu recebi, irei disseminar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-4977407196776928812?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/4977407196776928812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-deserto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4977407196776928812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4977407196776928812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-deserto.html' title='No deserto'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/TBWMelYH9DI/AAAAAAAAArM/wb4sbA1Pr5w/s72-c/desert-1280x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-6201994298474840590</id><published>2010-05-26T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T06:50:18.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Canta Rouxinol, canta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S_0mTIA2_AI/AAAAAAAAAqA/3cp2-t0ewNM/s1600/1153299-8139-atm14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S_0mTIA2_AI/AAAAAAAAAqA/3cp2-t0ewNM/s400/1153299-8139-atm14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Um canto admirável&amp;nbsp;flui do &lt;strong&gt;Rouxinol&lt;/strong&gt;, todos os dias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E não importa a hora nem a qualidade do tempo, ele simplesmente canta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Esse pássaro é um belo cantor, possui um vasto repertório se destacando ainda mais por entoar suas melodias a &lt;strong&gt;noite!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ò cristão! Abra sua boca, entoe ao eterno Deus a mais nova melodia à Aquele que te formou, que te conhece e que te ama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Òh Rouxinol do Senhor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ele&amp;nbsp;quer ouvir sua voz sendo cantada de dia e&amp;nbsp;de&amp;nbsp;noite, quando na escuridão a fé é revelada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cante, cante, cante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O louvor chegará em seu destino certo querido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Um abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-6201994298474840590?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/6201994298474840590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/05/canta-rouxinol-canta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6201994298474840590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6201994298474840590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/05/canta-rouxinol-canta.html' title='Canta Rouxinol, canta!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S_0mTIA2_AI/AAAAAAAAAqA/3cp2-t0ewNM/s72-c/1153299-8139-atm14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-776898161404420078</id><published>2010-05-05T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:10:50.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verso'/><title type='text'>Seguidores, suave união!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S7T-dWLNw8I/AAAAAAAAAoA/r7_39_5ufv4/s1600/welcome_stake201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S7T-dWLNw8I/AAAAAAAAAoA/r7_39_5ufv4/s320/welcome_stake201.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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Novos seguidores do &lt;strong&gt;BLOG DA JOY:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Luana Brunette, Welington de Oliveira, Alexandre Pitante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Queridos, muito obrigada por ler e seguir este Blog, é com carinho para vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Meditem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;"Oh Quão bom e quão suave é que os irmãos vivam em união!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Sl 133:1]&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/6549306658126529005-776898161404420078?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/776898161404420078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/05/seguidores-suave-uniao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/776898161404420078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/776898161404420078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/05/seguidores-suave-uniao.html' title='Seguidores, suave união!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S7T-dWLNw8I/AAAAAAAAAoA/r7_39_5ufv4/s72-c/welcome_stake201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-3908613741692010058</id><published>2010-05-03T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T18:28:54.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musica'/><title type='text'>Muro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S97zwFGA4iI/AAAAAAAAAp0/IQEiJbOQn8o/s1600/muralha2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S97zwFGA4iI/AAAAAAAAAp0/IQEiJbOQn8o/s400/muralha2.jpg" tt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Queridos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Recebam a paz daquele que é grande, poderoso, forte e valente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Isso mesmo, daquele que destrói as muralhas da nossa vida, sejam elas quais forem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Em alguns momentos, podemos perceber que há impedimentos, barreiras, verdadeiros muros nos impedindo de avançar e de ver além.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Mas Deus lá de cima, &lt;strong&gt;não vê um muro, vê uma linha!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Meditem nesta canção de&amp;nbsp;Leonardo Gonçalves. É linda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Abraços!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MURO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto uma sombra invadindo o meu viver,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vejo um muro ao meu redor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sol não brilha mais aqui,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tempestade irá surgir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem irá me proteger?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podem tristezas encobrir o teu viver,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podem surgir as tentações,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenhas medo, existe um Deus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mesmo Deus que te criou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele irá te proteger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com Sua força destruirá,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nenhuma pedra sobrará,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E este muro logo irá cair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a luz de Deus vais ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E essa luz entrará em teu viver!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Escute essa canção no You Tube &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGnp1TOcWFQ"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;clicando aqui.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-3908613741692010058?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/3908613741692010058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/05/muro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3908613741692010058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3908613741692010058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/05/muro.html' title='Muro'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S97zwFGA4iI/AAAAAAAAAp0/IQEiJbOQn8o/s72-c/muralha2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-5725281574711376484</id><published>2010-04-30T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:45:16.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filme'/><title type='text'>Um sonho possível</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S9soyKXzRYI/AAAAAAAAAps/ER1NVtVh0JU/s1600/SONHO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S9soyKXzRYI/AAAAAAAAAps/ER1NVtVh0JU/s400/SONHO.jpg" tt="true" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sim, "Um sonho possível" passa de mais um melodrama norte-americano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Baseado em uma história verídica, o filme possui várias lições para nossa vida. Sandra Bullock no filme é uma mãe de família, dondoca mas apegada em Deus e totalmente afeita à caridade. Adota um menino abandonado e daí em diante lhe mostra o quanto ele é capaz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não vou contar tudo vai... Quero que assistam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tá aí a dica do cine para o fim de semana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Beijo com Joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-5725281574711376484?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/5725281574711376484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/04/filme-um-sonho-possivel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5725281574711376484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5725281574711376484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/04/filme-um-sonho-possivel.html' title='Um sonho possível'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S9soyKXzRYI/AAAAAAAAAps/ER1NVtVh0JU/s72-c/SONHO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-5530513197081163035</id><published>2010-04-28T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:19:18.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Chef, Está pronto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S7Y53ikqrtI/AAAAAAAAAog/kk7Vw9ZZcp8/s1600/OgAAAMcp_TjW4tbTbVpWmQdtldF8yZbPZCMjEI2txCqU6dswNQ3RVLuKCtbUJ79UGbBtOIEQ4jjemQmWAzdBOMT-aNUAm1T1UFiKRXPwY6zH-1VFgT2zdefMavK2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S7Y53ikqrtI/AAAAAAAAAog/kk7Vw9ZZcp8/s400/OgAAAMcp_TjW4tbTbVpWmQdtldF8yZbPZCMjEI2txCqU6dswNQ3RVLuKCtbUJ79UGbBtOIEQ4jjemQmWAzdBOMT-aNUAm1T1UFiKRXPwY6zH-1VFgT2zdefMavK2.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;Quando alguém está preparando o jantar, e estamos em outro cômodo da casa, logo sentimos o cheiro da comida. Ficamos ainda mais famintos e com vontade! Até que vamos até a cozinha, e perguntamos para a pessoa que está fazendo a comida: “Está pronto?” e a pessoa quase sempre responde: Está quase pronto! E então já vamos preparando os talheres, copos, pratos, a mesa, para logo saborearmos a tão esperada comida que cheira saborosamente! Depois de algum tempo, o cozinheiro chega com as panelas, e as coloca sobre a mesa, olhamos e logo sentimos à boca encher de água! A comida quentinha é servida, a primeira garfada é dada, e percebemos que o gosto, é ainda melhor que o cheiro que estávamos sentindo. Comemos prazerosamente, saboreamos cada garfada. Ao final, estamos satisfeitos, saudáveis e agradecemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;A história se faz real na sua vida também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;O sabor das promessas d”Ele para você, é bem melhor do que o cheiro que você pode sentir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara;"&gt;Muitas vezes perguntamos para Deus: “Deus, está pronto? Deus é agora? Deus,quando vai se cumprir?”E Deus nos diz,: “Filho, espere. Fique preparado, já está quase pronto, está chegando a hora, vá para a mesa”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;O que Deus quer de nós, é a posição certa na espera. Arrumemos a mesa, preparemos os talheres, os pratos, e guardanapos. Pois o que Deus tem preparado à nós, é saboroso e real. Por mais que tentamos imaginar através do cheiro, não poderemos ter a noção do melhor d’Ele para nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Candara; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A comida antes da hora, é crua. A comida ultrapassando o momento certo fica queimada. Esperemos, pois o Pai sabe o momento certo em que nos servirá da melhor benção. O tempero é surpreendente. O sabor da promessa é gratificante, confortante.&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/6549306658126529005-5530513197081163035?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/5530513197081163035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/04/chef-esta-pronto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5530513197081163035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5530513197081163035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/04/chef-esta-pronto.html' title='Chef, Está pronto?'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S7Y53ikqrtI/AAAAAAAAAog/kk7Vw9ZZcp8/s72-c/OgAAAMcp_TjW4tbTbVpWmQdtldF8yZbPZCMjEI2txCqU6dswNQ3RVLuKCtbUJ79UGbBtOIEQ4jjemQmWAzdBOMT-aNUAm1T1UFiKRXPwY6zH-1VFgT2zdefMavK2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-2628957386338652296</id><published>2010-03-30T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:15:39.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>E depois de brotar, crescerá</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S7IGEcyT1ZI/AAAAAAAAAnw/4hV4FA0fnk4/s1600/3168sprout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S7IGEcyT1ZI/AAAAAAAAAnw/4hV4FA0fnk4/s320/3168sprout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Preciso de óleo&lt;/em&gt;", disse um monge; então plantou uma mudinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;de oliveira. "&lt;em&gt;Senhor&lt;/em&gt;", orou ele, "&lt;em&gt;ela precisa de chuva, para que suas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;raízes tenras possam beber e crescer. "Manda chuvas brandas&lt;/em&gt;." E o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Senhor mandou-lhe chuvas brandas. "&lt;em&gt;Senhor&lt;/em&gt;", orou o monge, "&lt;em&gt;minha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;planta precisa de sol. Peço-Te, manda sol&lt;/em&gt;." E o sol brilhou, dourando as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;nuvenzinhas chuvosas. "&lt;em&gt;Agora neve, meu Senhor, para robustecer seus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tecidos&lt;/em&gt;", pediu o monge. E lá ficou a plantinha coberta de neve brilhante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas à noite morreu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Então o monge foi ao quarto de outro irmão e contou-lhe a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;estranha experiência. "&lt;em&gt;Eu também plantei uma arvorezinha&lt;/em&gt;", disse o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;outro, "&lt;em&gt;e veja como está viçosa! Mas eu confio a minha planta ao Deus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que a criou. Ele que a fez sabe do que ela precisa, melhor do que um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;homem como eu. Não impus condições. Não estabeleci meios ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;maneiras. Orei: 'Senhor, manda-lhe o que ela necessita. Sol ou chuva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;vento ou neve. Tu a fizeste, e Tu sabes." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Lettie Cowman&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Essa história do autor Lettie Cowman, ilustra bem a nossa vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Muitas vezes queremos que as coisas aconteçam do nosso jeito, e ao nosso tempo. Fazemos planos e queremos que Deus faça conforme a nossa vontade. Vã vontade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Deus faz crescer, Ele faz. Pois Ele sabe o que é necessário em cada fase do crescimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Querido, depois de brotar Deus dará o crescimento,&amp;nbsp;fará florescer os frutos de sua promessa à você! Não o apresse, não interfira naquilo que Deus já sabe a ordem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;No momento certo, a promessa florescerá sobre ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-2628957386338652296?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/2628957386338652296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-promessa-florescera.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2628957386338652296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2628957386338652296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-promessa-florescera.html' title='E depois de brotar, crescerá'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S7IGEcyT1ZI/AAAAAAAAAnw/4hV4FA0fnk4/s72-c/3168sprout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-4762289040480676476</id><published>2010-03-25T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:48:17.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Pois a resposta é: espere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S6uTFo59ddI/AAAAAAAAAnM/_77al-YVqXs/s1600/Correria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S6uTFo59ddI/AAAAAAAAAnM/_77al-YVqXs/s400/Correria.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O mundo adotou um molde de comportamento humano em que tudo tem que ser “já”. Na correria da cidade grande, as coisas tem que ser rápidas, em ritmo acelerado, desenfreado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Produtos eletroeletrônicos, eletrodomésticos, estão cada vez mais modernos em sua potencialidade e praticidade tornando-os rápidos de serem utilizados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Há alguns dias atrás, minha mãe apareceu em casa com um Ferro de passar roupa, (que não é mais de ferro há décadas...) que passa a roupa no próprio cabide! Tudo em prol da praticidade e rapidez! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nos graduamos em cortar caminho, chegar mais rápido, sair mais cedo, correr, passar na frente, adiantar o relógio, mas estamos completamente reprovados na lição mais importante de todas: esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Como é difícil esperar não é mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda mais quando Deus nos diz assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;“Os meus sonhos e planos para você filho, são bem melhores e maiores”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando ouvimos isso, queremos logo viver as palavras d”Ele em nossa vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas quem disse que deveríamos ficar ansiosos, querer adiantar as coisas com nossas próprias forças?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Aquele que tem todo o poder, já sabe o dia e a hora em que teus sonhos na vontade d”Ele serão estabelecidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Deus tem coisas lindas para fazer através de você. Se coloque perante Ele e entregue seus anseios. Ore. Ele concederá o desejo do teu coração no momento certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Você está em algum lugar onde não gostaria de estar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Você não está fazendo o que gostaria de fazer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Você sonha por algo e o deseja muito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Você está aguardando alguma resposta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mantenha-se no aguardo, pois a resposta é: Espere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-4762289040480676476?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/4762289040480676476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/03/pois-resposta-e-espere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4762289040480676476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4762289040480676476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/03/pois-resposta-e-espere.html' title='Pois a resposta é: espere'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S6uTFo59ddI/AAAAAAAAAnM/_77al-YVqXs/s72-c/Correria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-5154824326656350661</id><published>2010-03-18T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T12:19:34.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verso'/><title type='text'>Estou por aqui!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S6J8tKg_bAI/AAAAAAAAAnE/aSrUJICFGRU/s320/menina%2Bde%2Bchap%25C3%25A9u.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;[II Ts 3.3: ..."O Senhor é fiel"...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Como&amp;nbsp;estava com&amp;nbsp;saudades de escrever por aqui! Nossa!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Queridos, já respondendo vocês, andei realmente ausente por aqui esses dias, mas é devido a escravidão do correr contra o tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O dia passa muito rápido devido a tanta coisa que se tem pra fazer em tão pouco tempo. Mas me sinto lisonjeada pelo carinho e pelos comentários de vocês! Isso me motiva bastante! Rs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Gente, quero testemunhar para vocês as grandes coisas que Deus tem feito em minha vida, acompanhem o Blog sempre que puderem, vou postar as novidades, textos e poesias que escrevi por estes dias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Amo vocês muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Até breve! Abraço!&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/6549306658126529005-5154824326656350661?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/5154824326656350661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/03/ii-ts-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5154824326656350661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5154824326656350661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/03/ii-ts-3.html' title='Estou por aqui!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S6J8tKg_bAI/AAAAAAAAAnE/aSrUJICFGRU/s72-c/menina%2Bde%2Bchap%25C3%25A9u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-2098511292606142026</id><published>2010-03-08T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:42:46.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verso'/><title type='text'>Seguindo eu vou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eba! Novos seguidores do &lt;strong&gt;Blog da JOY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Felipe Fred, meu amigo que ator Sandro Santos, Belinha, João Sávio, Isaías Medeiros e ao Blog “O amor de Deus vive”, que Deus venha abençoar a cada um de vocês com poder e graça, que vocês possam beber da água que é Cristo, na qual vocês jamais terão sede!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Meditem na palavra de Deus escrita em:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;João 4:14&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;"Mas aquele que beber da água que eu lhe der nunca terá sede; pelo contrário, a água que eu lhe der se fará nele uma fonte de água que jorre para a vida eterna."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S5VgvBePsjI/AAAAAAAAAms/TB_ZOnChvh4/s1600-h/cachoeira_astor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S5VgvBePsjI/AAAAAAAAAms/TB_ZOnChvh4/s320/cachoeira_astor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Meus queridos, mergulhem nessa água abundante que vem do trono de Deus. Sinta o refrigério que Ele tem para sua vida!&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/6549306658126529005-2098511292606142026?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/2098511292606142026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/03/seguindo-eu-vou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2098511292606142026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2098511292606142026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/03/seguindo-eu-vou.html' title='Seguindo eu vou!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S5VgvBePsjI/AAAAAAAAAms/TB_ZOnChvh4/s72-c/cachoeira_astor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-4352015236577827665</id><published>2010-02-04T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T10:26:59.752-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>O canto do vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S2sP-AvDHdI/AAAAAAAAAkU/tUS2CcMwSkI/s1600-h/aovento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S2sP-AvDHdI/AAAAAAAAAkU/tUS2CcMwSkI/s400/aovento.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;["Eu te farei galgar sobre os altos da terra..." Is 58:14]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Os sofrimentos são os ventos de Deus. Ventos contrários, ventos fortes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ventos que as vezes levam algo de nós. Mas o mesmo vento que leva, é o mesmo vento que trás algo de muito maravilhoso para nossas vidas, nos levando a alturas maiores e para bem mais perto de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Teço outra observação sobre o vento, ele canta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele canta não quando está atravessando a amplidão dos mares, mas quando encontra os obstáculos dos braços das árvores, ou quando é quebrado por uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harpa_e%C3%B3lica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Harpa Eólica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os obstáculos também deviam nos fazer cantar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;As sombrias florestas da dor, o vale escuro do medo, a ansiedade, a aflição tem de ser tomada pela liberdade que o vento de Deus trás para a nossa alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O vento de Deus em nossas vidas, nada mais é, do que o mover da Sua vontade em nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Oração:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;-"Sopra em mim vento do Espírito, contigo eu quero ir! Não sei de onde vens, nem sei para onde vais, só sei que eu quero ir!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-4352015236577827665?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/4352015236577827665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-canto-do-vento.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4352015236577827665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/4352015236577827665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-canto-do-vento.html' title='O canto do vento'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S2sP-AvDHdI/AAAAAAAAAkU/tUS2CcMwSkI/s72-c/aovento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-3667635094730634055</id><published>2010-01-29T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T05:25:37.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Nosso orvalho de cada dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S2LhKNSsLHI/AAAAAAAAAi4/tCXayoRC6f0/s1600-h/orvalho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S2LhKNSsLHI/AAAAAAAAAi4/tCXayoRC6f0/s320/orvalho.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Serei para Israel como orvalho” Oséias 14:5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada dia é uma batalha diferente de qualquer outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nosso dia é composto por acontecimentos consecutivos, ao final, nos sentimos desgastados precisando de um bom banho e repouso para nos mantermos saudáveis, e prontos para um novo amanhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim é a renovação de Deus em nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Como a natureza oferece o orvalho para refrigério da terra, o Senhor diariamente repõe as nossas forças, aumenta nosso prazer em viver, nutri nossa alma com sua genuína presença e poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O Senhor nos renova a cada dia, esse é nosso orvalho, este é o nosso refrigério espiritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gente, quero agradecer a cada visitante do Blog, e aos que acompanham sempre. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infelizmente, estou tendo alguns problemas quanto a visualização dos comentários dos posts na página. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continuarei tentando arrumar isto, pois quero muito que vocês contemplem o trabalhar de Deus, como as pessoas têm sido abençoadas e tocadas por Ele através deste Blog."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um abraço forte!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-3667635094730634055?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/3667635094730634055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/01/nosso-orvalho-de-cada-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3667635094730634055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3667635094730634055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/01/nosso-orvalho-de-cada-dia.html' title='Nosso orvalho de cada dia'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S2LhKNSsLHI/AAAAAAAAAi4/tCXayoRC6f0/s72-c/orvalho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-3752744320048592309</id><published>2010-01-22T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:46:27.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>A melodia da nossa vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S1nRukTSnEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9NjAClNRAus/s1600-h/05585_1216477931678_122_223lo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S1nRukTSnEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9NjAClNRAus/s400/05585_1216477931678_122_223lo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“...para orar...estava ali só...” [Marcos 14.23]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Na melodia de nossa vida,a música é interrompida aqui e ali por “pausas”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre que isso acontece não refletimos e pensamos que a melodia terminou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Na pausa, não há música, mas a pausa ajuda a fazer a musica. E Deus nos envia um tempo de parada forçada, de enfermidades, de planos fracassados, de esforços frustrados , e faz uma pausa repentina na canção de nossa vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Deus segue um plano ao escrever a música de nossas vidas, a nossa parte deve ser aprender a melodia, e não desmaiar nas pausas. Mas se isso vier acontecer, Ele com seu poder nos dá forças para além de nossas limitações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele é o maior compositor de todos os tempos, escrevendo partituras com nossas experiências&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dos sofrimentos e dores, ele constrói uma bela canção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Além disso, Ele se utiliza de notas dissonantes, aquelas que a princípio soam estranho, pois não fazem parte da escala natural. Mas estas cooperam para uma bela sinfonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A nossa vida é assim... Quantas vezes pensamos que aquela perda, doença ou frustração nada tem a ver com o propósito de Deus, quando justamente essas oportunidades servem para cooperar com o desígnio daquele que é Senhor soberano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;É seguindo o compasso dos planos do Mestre que seremos vitoriosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Compor a música de nossa vida é geralmente um processo lento e trabalhoso. Com paciência Deus trabalha para nos ensinar! E quanto tempo Ele espera até que aprendamos a lição!&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/6549306658126529005-3752744320048592309?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/3752744320048592309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/01/melodia-de-nossas-vidas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3752744320048592309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3752744320048592309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/01/melodia-de-nossas-vidas.html' title='A melodia da nossa vida'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S1nRukTSnEI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9NjAClNRAus/s72-c/05585_1216477931678_122_223lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-2589612285058075007</id><published>2010-01-15T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T18:37:58.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Conselhos de Picasso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S1Ejzqbho0I/AAAAAAAAAhg/c7rISdxiGz8/s1600-h/Happy_people_1_by_alivepixel.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S1Ejzqbho0I/AAAAAAAAAhg/c7rISdxiGz8/s400/Happy_people_1_by_alivepixel.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Jogue fora todos os números não essenciais para sua sobrevivência.&lt;br /&gt;Isso inclui, idade, peso e altura.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe o médico se preocupar com eles.&lt;br /&gt;Para isso ele é pago.&lt;br /&gt;Freqüente, de preferência, seus amigos alegres.&lt;br /&gt;Os de " baixo astral" puxam você para baixo.&lt;br /&gt;Continue aprendendo...&lt;br /&gt;Aprenda mais sobre computador, artesanato, jardinagem, qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe seu cérebro desocupado.&lt;br /&gt;Curta coisas simples.&lt;br /&gt;Ria muito e, muito e alto.&lt;br /&gt;Ria até perder o fôlego.&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas acontecem.&lt;br /&gt;Agüente, sofra e siga em frente.&lt;br /&gt;A única pessoa que acompanha você a vida toda é você mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Esteja vivo, enquanto você viver!&lt;br /&gt;Esteja sempre rodeado daquilo que você gosta: família, animais, lembranças, música, plantas, um hobby, o que for.&lt;br /&gt;Seu lar é o seu refúgio.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite sua saúde.&lt;br /&gt;Se for boa, preserve-a.&lt;br /&gt;Se está instável, melhore-a.&lt;br /&gt;Se está abaixo desse nível, peça ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;Não faça viagens de remorso.&lt;br /&gt;Faça uma viagem ao Shopping, para cidade vizinha, para um país estrangeiro, mas não faça viagens ao passado.&lt;br /&gt;Diga a quem você ama, que você realmente os ama, em todas as oportunidades.&lt;br /&gt;E lembre-se sempre que: a vida não é medida pelo número de vezes que você respirou, mas pelos momentos em que você perdeu o fôlego: de tanto rir...&lt;br /&gt;De surpresa...&lt;br /&gt;De êxtase...&lt;br /&gt;De felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S1Eme8bYTjI/AAAAAAAAAh4/GvUm_CoP2gY/s1600-h/150px-Picasso_signature.svg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S1Eme8bYTjI/AAAAAAAAAh4/GvUm_CoP2gY/s320/150px-Picasso_signature.svg.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6549306658126529005-2589612285058075007?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/2589612285058075007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/01/conselhos-de-picasso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2589612285058075007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2589612285058075007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/01/conselhos-de-picasso.html' title='Conselhos de Picasso'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S1Ejzqbho0I/AAAAAAAAAhg/c7rISdxiGz8/s72-c/Happy_people_1_by_alivepixel.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-2999260095482357714</id><published>2010-01-03T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:03:59.806-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verso'/><title type='text'>Nosso começo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S0FT2pFx-VI/AAAAAAAAAgE/lLLVAVKr04Q/s1600-h/untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S0FT2pFx-VI/AAAAAAAAAgE/lLLVAVKr04Q/s400/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Início de ano... novos projetos, objetivos e o principal: realizações.&lt;br /&gt;Iniciei o Blog em março de 2009, e a cada dia vejo o resultado do agir do Espírito Santo através das reflexões aqui descritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estatísticas do Blog em 2009:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;70 postagens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;67 seguidores&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mais de 96 comentários&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;O Layout foi mudado algumas vezes, mas tudo para facilitar a leitura e aperfeiçoar o design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço o carinho de vários blogueiros, aos leitores e aos seguidores!&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a todos os comentários, pois são eles que muitas vezes me incentiva e motiva a continucar a escrever!&lt;br /&gt;Quero colher mais frutos em 2010 juntamente com vocês. Mais lições, reflexões, imagens e canções! Mais de Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, críticas, idéias e opiniões sempre será bem-vindo! Portanto, entre, sente-se e leia. Que as simples palavras deste Blog sejam penetrantes e profundas em algum momento de sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Um forte abraço a todos! Feliz 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) Joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-2999260095482357714?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/2999260095482357714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/01/nosso-comeco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2999260095482357714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/2999260095482357714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2010/01/nosso-comeco.html' title='Nosso começo'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/S0FT2pFx-VI/AAAAAAAAAgE/lLLVAVKr04Q/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-6164367764438803106</id><published>2009-12-24T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:51:06.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Natal: Cristo renasce em mim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/SzPEHS_ybYI/AAAAAAAAAf0/h-1vhycsagc/s1600-h/jesusddd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/SzPEHS_ybYI/AAAAAAAAAf0/h-1vhycsagc/s400/jesusddd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Por força desse sistema capitalista que se baseia na ideologia consumista, a maioria das pessoas acaba por resumir o Natal a bonitas decorações e presentes, esquecendo-se do real significado dessa data importante para a humanidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Natal é o tempo em que, na pessoa do menino Jesus, Deus se fez humano, para possibilitar à humanidade tornar-se divina. Registra o Evangelho do apóstolo João 1:1;14 &lt;em&gt;“no princípio era o Verbo, e o Verbo estava com Deus, e o Verbo era Deus....O Verbo se fez carne, e habitou entre nós. Vimos a sua glória como a do unigênito do Pai, cheio de graça e de verdade". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não podemos esquecer que o Natal prende-se ao &lt;strong&gt;nascimento de Cristo&lt;/strong&gt;, que veio ao Mundo com um único propósito: o de justificar nossos pecados através da sua própria morte. Deus enviou Jesus Cristo que, como um cordeiro sem pecados, veio ao mundo para limpar os pecados de toda a Humanidade através da sua morte, para que um dia pudéssemos alcançar a vida eterna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A essência do Natal deve ser o festejo do nascimento Daquele que deu a sua vida na cruz do calvário por nós, Jesus Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que nesta noite natalina, Jesus, o Cristo, possa ter a ti como um presente, como alguém transformado e regenerado, sem pecados e rico em amor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;-Feliz Natal cheio da glória de Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6549306658126529005-6164367764438803106?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/6164367764438803106/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2009/12/natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6164367764438803106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6164367764438803106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2009/12/natal.html' title='Natal: Cristo renasce em mim!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/SzPEHS_ybYI/AAAAAAAAAf0/h-1vhycsagc/s72-c/jesusddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-5236740254687195649</id><published>2009-12-13T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T07:59:58.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Canções de ninar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/SyUKJHQ7UhI/AAAAAAAAAfs/7WVFm-kzO-U/s1600-h/can%C3%A7%C3%A3o+deninar1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/SyUKJHQ7UhI/AAAAAAAAAfs/7WVFm-kzO-U/s400/can%C3%A7%C3%A3o+deninar1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu me regozijo sobre você com cânticos"&lt;/em&gt; é isso&amp;nbsp;que o Pai&amp;nbsp;nos diz em &lt;strong&gt;Sofonias 3:17.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ao ler isso, vejo a imagem de um pai feliz com seu filho, cantando uma canção de ninar para o embalar&amp;nbsp;em um&amp;nbsp;sono tranquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Às vezes eu sinto o Pai dando passos leves de um lado para o outro, balançando-me suavemente em seu colo, quando a noite é longa e fria, sinto o calor de seus braços me aquecendo.&amp;nbsp;E quando acordo e quero chorar, Ele olha para mim&amp;nbsp;e me consola. &lt;strong&gt;Isaías 66:13.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O cântico do pai em nossos ouvidos soa como um tranquilizante. Nos alivia, traz segurança e o conforto de sermos amados e cuidados por Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Imagino o seu olhar de segurança quando diz:&amp;nbsp;"eu estou com você, não chora!" e logo, fecho meus olhos...tranquila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eu o louvo e adoro em Cânticos, e quando penso que o Pai também canta seu amor por mim, descanço n'Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Que o Pai, nos dê ouvidos sensíveis para ouvir suas canções de amor por nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Que eu seja capaz de silenciar os afazeres e preocupações da minha vida para ouvir sua voz me acalmar em melodia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Que sejamos gratos pelo Pai estar conosco, se alegrando por nós e&amp;nbsp;nos fazendo ninar em todas as noites de nossas vidas,&amp;nbsp;com suas canções de ninar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-5236740254687195649?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/5236740254687195649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2009/12/cancao-de-ninar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5236740254687195649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/5236740254687195649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2009/12/cancao-de-ninar.html' title='Canções de ninar'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/SyUKJHQ7UhI/AAAAAAAAAfs/7WVFm-kzO-U/s72-c/can%C3%A7%C3%A3o+deninar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-6541030590269177596</id><published>2009-12-07T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T07:15:51.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Assim como a Formiga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/Sx0bctVEAkI/AAAAAAAAAfY/VSy-JE0zsHE/s1600-h/0,,20996751-EXH,00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/Sx0bctVEAkI/AAAAAAAAAfY/VSy-JE0zsHE/s320/0,,20996751-EXH,00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Conversando com um amigo uns dias atrás, escutei algo bem interessante que gostaria de compartilhar com vocês. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Estávamos falando&lt;/span&gt; sobre como às vezes nos desesperamos ao querer tomar o controle total das coisas em nossa vida, sendo que Deus está disposto a nos ajudar, e até mesmo cuidar completamente de nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele citou um fato que serve como um exemplo muito interessante:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele estava num dos cômodos de sua casa, quando observou uma formiga, e para não matá-la, ele tentou ajudá-la aproximando sua mão para que ele pudesse colocá-la em outro lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A formiga reagiu com desespero, correndo para todos os lados como se estivesse sendo ameaçada de morte! E dava voltas e mais voltas, tentando ao máximo se afastar da “mão perseguidora”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Inúmeras vezes reagimos dessa forma com Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele se dispõe a nos ajudar, a cuidar de nós enquanto nos desesperamos e de um lado para o outro procuramos a solução, sozinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Somos pequenos, frágeis e não temos a noção que a mão de Deus está estendida a nós, e seu olhar atento as nossas vidas para nos abençoar a todo instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Bela lição! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Zacha, valeu! Um abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-6541030590269177596?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/6541030590269177596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2009/12/assim-como-formiga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6541030590269177596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6541030590269177596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2009/12/assim-como-formiga.html' title='Assim como a Formiga!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/Sx0bctVEAkI/AAAAAAAAAfY/VSy-JE0zsHE/s72-c/0,,20996751-EXH,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-3554647702007159609</id><published>2009-11-26T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:16:19.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verso'/><title type='text'>Ele tem cuidado de vós</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/Sw8sqTdG2-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/sBdxXvZsykY/s1600/passarossss.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/Sw8sqTdG2-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/sBdxXvZsykY/s400/passarossss.bmp" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O cuidado de Deus vai do menor ao maior, vai do simples ao que é considerado nobre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Toda criatura é uma obra revelada de Deus, o seu amor é demonstrado em cada detalhe. Se observarmos a natureza,&amp;nbsp;iremos perceber&amp;nbsp;um arquiteto perfeito que usou mais que seu poder, usou seu amor para transformar o nada, em obras admiráveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A cadeia alimentar, a estrutura dos seres, comportamentos e modo de vida, mostram que nada seria tão perfeito se não houvesse um Deus tão amável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Os fenômenos naturais como a chuva, o sol, o vento, tudo tem um propósito conforme aquele que designou. Deus é fiel e lindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O cuidado do Senhor por nós é louvável. O seu propósito é irrevogável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ele mantém sua Presença e sua Palavra viva e eficaz em nosso ser. Ficamos ansiosos e preocupados inutilmente, porque Ele cuida de nós e de nossas causas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ele é um Deus que nos abençoa e nos surpreende sempre. Age em nosso favor por sua fidelidade.&amp;nbsp;Não há outro igual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;''Por isso, vos digo: &lt;strong&gt;não andeis ansiosos&lt;/strong&gt; pela vossa vida, quanto ao que haveis de comer ou beber, nem pelo vosso corpo, quanto ao que haveis de vestir. Não é a vida mais do que o alimento, e o corpo mais do que as vestes? &lt;strong&gt;Observai as aves do céu&lt;/strong&gt;: não semeiam, não colhem, nem ajuntam em celeiros, contudo &lt;strong&gt;vosso Pai celeste as sustenta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Porventura, não valeis vós muito mais do que as aves? &lt;strong&gt;E por que andais ansiosos&lt;/strong&gt; quanto ao vestuário? Considerai como crescem os lírios do campo: eles não trabalham, nem fiam. Eu, contudo, vos afirmo que nem Salomão, em toda a sua glória, se vestiu como qualquer deles. Ora, se Deus veste assim a erva do campo, que hoje existe e amanhã é lançada no forno, &lt;strong&gt;quanto mais a vós&lt;/strong&gt; outros, homens de pequena fé.'' &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Mateus Cap 6:25;30]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novos Seguidores do "BLOG da Joy"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mais comentários, mais seguidores, mais resultados do Blog para a glória de Deus! Agradeço de coração à:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pastora, Amigos &lt;a href="http://www.danyeroger.com.br/"&gt;Dany e Roger!&lt;/a&gt; José Manuel Brasão, &lt;a href="http://www.altacolina.com.br/"&gt;Israel Mattos (vocalista da Banda Altacollina)&lt;/a&gt; e Renato Villas Boas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Um abraço!&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/6549306658126529005-3554647702007159609?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/3554647702007159609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2009/11/ele-tem-cuidado-de-vos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3554647702007159609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/3554647702007159609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2009/11/ele-tem-cuidado-de-vos.html' title='Ele tem cuidado de vós'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/Sw8sqTdG2-I/AAAAAAAAAeo/sBdxXvZsykY/s72-c/passarossss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-1510913878505488584</id><published>2009-11-17T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:39:44.157-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>A arte de viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/SwNQHx1i1PI/AAAAAAAAAd8/7u3MfVap-wQ/s1600/artedeviver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/SwNQHx1i1PI/AAAAAAAAAd8/7u3MfVap-wQ/s400/artedeviver.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Definitivamente viver não é fácil. Basta observar as fatalidades que poluem as estradas da história. Milhões morreram sem conseguir aprimorar-se na difícil arte de existir. A vida muitas vezes é áspera, arriscada e sempre perigosa. A toada inclemente do tempo, a tensão de ter que conviver com pessoas impiedosas, o peso de ter que decidir entre o certo e o errado exigem cuidados extremos. Não basta viver -- é preciso viver bem e para isso é necessário concentração, bom siso e uma pitada de humildade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A arte de viver requer que se rompam os confinamentos. Toda marginalização ou reclusão imposta é nitroglicerina que detona a alma e forma abismos que sorvem a alegria de viver. No ventre da história conturbada e triste do século 21, somente artistas e poetas conseguiram recuperar o verbo coexistir de sua insignificante função. Antigamente coexistir descrevia a tolerância como mero dever. Os civilizados precisavam de resignação para aguentar o próximo. De repente, coexistir passou a significar a beleza de reconhecer a dignidade dos que pensam diferente, transmitindo a ideia de que ninguém será discriminado, diminuído ou marginalizado por causa de sua fé, cor da pele ou ideologia política.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;As diferentes cosmovisões possuem valor idêntico. Na boca dos poetas, as expectativas dos profetas por um mundo sem cadeias de absolutismo já começaram a acontecer. Eles intuem que em breve a humanidade não suportará racismos, ódios e desprezos sociais. Um dia, os campos de batalha serão arados e semeados com amor para que nunca mais se confunda o choro de crianças com os hinos marciais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A arte de viver requer que se ame a poesia. Só ela pode apagar o ódio. Os poetas se unirão a homens e mulheres de boa vontade para soterrar os charcos da maldade com benignidade e beleza. Estes serão chamados filhos de Deus, pois carregam o antídoto capaz de salvar o mundo. Nervos gripados de vingança e olhos enrubescidos de brutalidade se confrontarão com a singeleza da palavra, mas a ternura triunfará -- quem tem ouvidos para ouvir, ouça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A arte de viver requer que sempre se opte pela simplicidade, porque a vida verdadeira se esconde na realidade mais frágil. Os que se encantam com as sofisticações não conseguem enxergar a beleza que mora nas coisas efêmeras; só o insubstancial é eterno. É necessário um olhar singelo para perceber a graça que há no comum. Os pobres de espírito entrarão nos átrios sagrados de Deus. Os puros de coração perceberão na bruma silenciosa a voz do Espírito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A arte de viver requer integridade. Uma vida abundante precisa juntar os fragmentos da alma para viver com uma santidade não restrita à obediência religiosa ou ao cumprimento de mandamentos moralistas. Não basta resignar-se. Santidade é plenitude do ser, do ser-homem, do ser-mulher. Só os verdadeiramente santos eternizam os instantes para, inteiros, saborearem as chances fugazes de felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A arte de viver requer respeito aos ciclos da vida. As estações se alternam do verão ao inverno, da primavera ao outono, e quem não experimenta cada tempo com suas peculiaridades acaba adoecendo. No tempo de nascer faz-se festa, no de morrer lamento; no tempo de plantar semeia-se esperança, no de colher o que foi plantado lida-se com a derrota; no tempo de matar se aprende a dizer adeus, no de sarar o poder do perdão; no tempo de demolir se despede da onipotência, no de construir adquire-se fé na ressurreição; no tempo de chorar se convive com a fraqueza, no de rir com a força da alegria; no tempo da guerra se percebe o perigo da perversidade, no da paz a felicidade da sabedoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A arte de viver requer sensibilidade transcendental. Contentar-se com os horizontes do mundo material e imanente significa abrir mão da vida eterna. Os seres humanos nasceram com sede pelo que está além do céu, além da última galáxia, além do tempo Pulsa no coração humano a litania que repete: “Por que te escondes, Senhor?”. Tudo passa. Todas as emoções perdem o encanto. Todos os prazeres são provisórios, mas a sede pelo divino permanece. Quem beber de um gole d’água da vida, quem receber uma visitação do Espírito e quem ouvir uma só palavra do Cordeiro de Deus, jamais se contentará com o brilho deste mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A difícil arte de viver não aceita procrastinação. Quem deseja experimentar o céu e evitar o inferno deve começar já, antes que se rompa o fio de prata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Ricardo Gondim&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-1510913878505488584?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/1510913878505488584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2009/11/arte-de-viver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1510913878505488584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/1510913878505488584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2009/11/arte-de-viver.html' title='A arte de viver'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/SwNQHx1i1PI/AAAAAAAAAd8/7u3MfVap-wQ/s72-c/artedeviver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-7332823025378220901</id><published>2009-11-11T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T03:32:11.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verso'/><title type='text'>Vai até o fim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Tu&lt;/strong&gt; porém, &lt;strong&gt;vai&lt;/strong&gt; até ao &lt;strong&gt;fim&lt;/strong&gt;...”&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;[Daniel Cap 12:13a]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/SvqdCa0N0wI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ZsUwikamDRc/s1600-h/estrada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/SvqdCa0N0wI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ZsUwikamDRc/s400/estrada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Novos seguidores do BLOG da Joy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pastor do Ida Gospel e do Evangelho sem mistura, Juliana Carla, Eder Barbosa de Melo e minha querida e amada mãe Rose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que Deus&amp;nbsp;os abençõe&amp;nbsp;grandiosamente, e que vocês possam ir até o fim com Jesus em vossas vidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Um abraço!&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/6549306658126529005-7332823025378220901?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/7332823025378220901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2009/11/vai-ate-o-fim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7332823025378220901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/7332823025378220901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2009/11/vai-ate-o-fim.html' title='Vai até o fim!'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/SvqdCa0N0wI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ZsUwikamDRc/s72-c/estrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6549306658126529005.post-6469241039784268553</id><published>2009-11-04T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:42:07.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>As linguas que a língua tem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Temível &lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/SvIq-r2qR3I/AAAAAAAAAdM/i1LDb5PsY0A/s320/1121346695_cartaz_lingua.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ela é o único músculo voluntário do corpo humano que não fadiga... E acredito que deve ser por isso que tanto se fala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Usamos a língua, este pequeno&amp;nbsp;órgão&amp;nbsp;composto de 17 músculos para exprimir por meio de palavras nossas emoções e pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pensamos e falamos, pensamos e falamos, pensamos e falamos....&amp;nbsp;Mas&amp;nbsp;às vezes,&amp;nbsp;não pensamos e... falamos mesmo assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É aí o único e maior dos males da língua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Com certeza você já deve ter visto inúmeras situações onde algo poderia ter sido solucionado com facilidade, porém, a língua&amp;nbsp;foi capaz de detonar e piorar o problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Palavras uma vez ditas, surtirão seus efeitos, e poderão ser jamais esquecidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Boas palavras, bons sentimentos. Más palavras, maus sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Estes dias conversei com duas pessoas que me deixaram com ânimos totalmente opostos. Uma usou palavras que acabaram com meu contentamento. Outra, por meio de palavras inspiradoras, me encheu&amp;nbsp;de vigor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas vezes magoamos quem amamos por falar no momento errado, falar através da emoção do momento, e falar o que não deveríamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tiago no Capítulo 3 disse: &lt;em&gt;"...Dela sai a benção e a maldição."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Podemos dar vida através dela e podemos matar também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantas pessoas cuidam de tantas coisas mas não tem o mínimo de controle sobre a língua, errando em todo o tempo e assassinando&amp;nbsp;pessoas com palavras mortíferas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E as mentiras? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mateus Cap 15:18 diz:&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;"Mas o que sai da boca procede do coração; e é isso o que contamina o homem."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Se o teu coração está cheio de malícia, negatividade e pecado,&amp;nbsp;certamente a língua manifestará em palavras, contaminando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A língua tem esse poder, de corresponder ao que a pessoa pensa e sente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E se alguém fala o que não deve, é porque só pensa o que não deveria também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A língua tem várias línguagens. &lt;br /&gt;Ela pode falar de amor, conforto, perdão... Como pode também falar de ira, desânimo, ofensa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nossa memória é suficientemente capaz de lembrar palavras que nos causaram algum tipo de emoção, fenômeno chamado RAM (Registro Automático de Memória).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Por isso, uma palavra, por mais curta que seja, pode ter um eco infinito em cada ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E nós somos responsáveis por cada uma delas e dos efeitos que elas causam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6549306658126529005-6469241039784268553?l=joycecarolino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/feeds/6469241039784268553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-linguas-que-lingua-tem.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6469241039784268553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6549306658126529005/posts/default/6469241039784268553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joycecarolino.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-linguas-que-lingua-tem.html' title='As linguas que a língua tem'/><author><name>Joyce Carolino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01233945609232743522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-imDo5TObrSU/TjavQfIlB9I/AAAAAAAAA8s/bxLNOtE0NkI/s220/joy%2Bkb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bc9ZSDBlJXQ/SvIq-r2qR3I/AAAAAAAAAdM/i1LDb5PsY0A/s72-c/1121346695_cartaz_lingua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
