<?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-1029976914989800331</id><updated>2012-03-15T08:11:49.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandiopã</title><subtitle type='html'>Minha mãe dizia: "Filha, não esquenta muito a cabeça senão caspa vira mandiopã".</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-4252842196153689541</id><published>2011-10-06T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T20:31:49.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No mundo do artesanato</title><content type='html'>Sempre disse, a plenos pulmões, que artesanato não era a minha praia. Apesar de achar muito bonito o que minhas amigas e colegas fazem, eu não me dava muito bem com isso... Sempre gostei de customizar minhas roupas, modificar minhas bijuterias, transformar minhas coisas, mas encarava isso como "arte" e não "artesanato".&lt;br /&gt;- Me coloque pra desenhar, pintar, esculpir, criar nos photoshops da vida, mas não me coloquem pra costurar, mexer com fitinhas, tecidinhos, miçaguinhas, rsrsrs...&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que hoje dou a mão a palmatória e admito: tem um artesanato que curti fazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VWPwbELBEl8/To5trZVwBdI/AAAAAAAABbg/cBjptdP8_GA/s1600/bolas+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VWPwbELBEl8/To5trZVwBdI/AAAAAAAABbg/cBjptdP8_GA/s200/bolas+008.jpg" width="118" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WM21TjckMYQ/To5vR54g5zI/AAAAAAAABb0/oHAMbS7wIJw/s1600/301144_276811922343966_100000454821939_982329_1324742949_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WM21TjckMYQ/To5vR54g5zI/AAAAAAAABb0/oHAMbS7wIJw/s200/301144_276811922343966_100000454821939_982329_1324742949_n.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;São BOLAS DE NATAL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não bolas quaisquer... Bolas revestidas em tecidos, com acabamento em soutache, pedrarias e penduricalhos. Agora, sempre que tenho um tempinho livre, me pego fazendo uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nmvEnIYqyO0/To5vSvkAlnI/AAAAAAAABb4/trHzzC-cAmA/s1600/166985_276811519010673_100000454821939_982312_328321323_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nmvEnIYqyO0/To5vSvkAlnI/AAAAAAAABb4/trHzzC-cAmA/s200/166985_276811519010673_100000454821939_982312_328321323_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gl5tJtMpL0/To5vRb2dQBI/AAAAAAAABbw/u_dPgwVHQng/s1600/bolas+011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--gl5tJtMpL0/To5vRb2dQBI/AAAAAAAABbw/u_dPgwVHQng/s200/bolas+011.jpg" width="97" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXlJKxVrH8k/To5vJfWrmKI/AAAAAAAABbo/4uK1pgxlj_k/s1600/bolas+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXlJKxVrH8k/To5vJfWrmKI/AAAAAAAABbo/4uK1pgxlj_k/s200/bolas+012.jpg" width="124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9nID8FrEx0/To5vN5MzLzI/AAAAAAAABbs/5fqU8ZFlLyM/s1600/bolas+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9nID8FrEx0/To5vN5MzLzI/AAAAAAAABbs/5fqU8ZFlLyM/s200/bolas+009.jpg" width="116" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiz váááárias pra minha árvore de natal, já tenho encomendas pra várias outras e estou variando nos desenhos e cores.&lt;br /&gt;Você também quer uma? Deixe uma mensagem que a gente conversa :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-4252842196153689541?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/4252842196153689541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=4252842196153689541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4252842196153689541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4252842196153689541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-mundo-do-artesanato.html' title='No mundo do artesanato'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VWPwbELBEl8/To5trZVwBdI/AAAAAAAABbg/cBjptdP8_GA/s72-c/bolas+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-2533461251608552087</id><published>2011-10-02T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T13:35:53.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 anos juntos</title><content type='html'>Quando eu era pequena, achava que um dia conheceria uma pessoa perfeita pra passar o resto da minha vida. Achava que ela iria entender todos os meus defeitos e gostar de cada um deles a ponto de não se importar com isso. Achava também que ao lado dessa pessoa eu jamais choraria, jamais sofreria e que tudo seria lindo, um paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu cresci.&lt;br /&gt;Cresci e descobri que não existem contos de fadas... Não existe ninguém perfeito para outro alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Mas descobri algo muito melhor que isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que existe alguém que me ama como sou, que respeita o meu jeito de ser, que não gosta dos meus defeitos mas sabe conviver bem com eles. Alguém que não consegue impedir que tempos maus cheguem, mas que sofre comigo. Que vive comigo os dias felizes, ri muito das minhas piadas e se diverte com as minhas bobeiras. Que vive experiências lindas e profundas com Deus, junto comigo, e que vibra ao ouvir aquilo que conto que vivi sozinha. Que respeita as minhas diferenças e tenta aprender com elas. Alguém que me compreende e tenta me compreender cada vez mais conforme os dias passam. Que ainda me olha com ternura, me ama com intensidade e me beija antes de sair e depois de chegar em casa mesmo depois de 12 anos de casamento, mesmo depois de 18 anos juntos. Alguém que me deu um filho lindo, o melhor que eu poderia ter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TKbQpsea7kI/AAAAAAAAADw/FPkhfRUWTSg/s1600/dryroni2010b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TKbQpsea7kI/AAAAAAAAADw/FPkhfRUWTSg/s200/dryroni2010b.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era pequena, achava que um dia conheceria uma pessoa perfeita. Mas depois que cresci, descobri que a perfeição está exatamente nas diferenças entre um e outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rô, eu te amo. Como sou grata a Deus por Ele ter me dado você!&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns pelo nosso dia, pelos doze anos de casamento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero passar mais 12 anos juntos &amp;nbsp;e depois mais 12&lt;br /&gt;e mais 12 e mais 12...&lt;br /&gt;O acordo foi nos amarmos até ficarmos banguelas de bengalas, se lembra?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-2533461251608552087?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/2533461251608552087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=2533461251608552087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2533461251608552087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2533461251608552087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2011/10/12-anos-juntos.html' title='12 anos juntos'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TKbQpsea7kI/AAAAAAAAADw/FPkhfRUWTSg/s72-c/dryroni2010b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-4845902657578055507</id><published>2011-08-14T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T16:56:54.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A menina, os esmaltes e Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Baseado em fatos reais.&lt;/span&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/-1Jy7Y3p7khE/TkhcM5tCuQI/AAAAAAAABV0/jf3RZYFY6G8/s1600/Cores-de-Esmaltes-Ver%25C3%25A3o-2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Jy7Y3p7khE/TkhcM5tCuQI/AAAAAAAABV0/jf3RZYFY6G8/s200/Cores-de-Esmaltes-Ver%25C3%25A3o-2012.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Era uma vez uma menina que amava esmaltes. Poder mudar as cores das unhas sempre que queria era tão legal! Isso não fazia parte de suas necessidades básicas, mas era algo que ela gostava muito. E Deus sabia disso.&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 dia, Deus resolveu mudar o rumo de sua vida. Mudou seus planos, seus sonhos e seus caminhos. O coração da menina foi se transformando e foi, a cada dia, começando a bater mais e mais no mesmo compasso do coração de Deus. Suas prioridades mudaram, bem como suas necessidades, mas o amor pelos esmaltes continuou. Ela sabia que a partir daquelas mudanças não seria mais tão fácil ter o que queria, na hora que queria, fosse o que fosse. Já não bastava mais "querer para ter". Muitas coisas, agora, ela só teria se Deus as desse.&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;Lá estava ela, vivendo o cada dia, agradecendo por cada coisa que Deus lhe dava, por cada momento que Ele lhe proporcionava. Mas, ao olhar para as suas unhas, sentiu uma leve tristeza:&amp;nbsp;&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;"Deus, eu sei que devo me alegrar com o que o Senhor tem feito em minha vida, e verdadeiramente me alegro! O Senhor não tem deixado que me falte nada! Todas as minhas necessidades tem sido supridas...Sei também que posso abrir o meu coração para o Senhor. Sei que esmalte não é uma coisa importante, que não é uma necessidade e que posso muito bem viver sem ele. Mas queria tanto um esmalte novo! Queria tanto ver minhas unhas coloridas de novo...". Uma lágrima contida surgiu em seus olhos, mas a menina logo os enxugou e seguiu adiante.&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUHsjiIR3UQ/TkheLEwfvZI/AAAAAAAABV4/ZnQyEv_oqoU/s1600/presente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hUHsjiIR3UQ/TkheLEwfvZI/AAAAAAAABV4/ZnQyEv_oqoU/s200/presente.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Duas semanas depois dessa rápida conversa com Deus, algo aconteceu. Uma pessoa, que nada sabia sobre essa conversa, lhe presenteou com um pacote. Feliz com a surpresa, a menina abriu-o sem saber que aquela seria mais uma linda experiência com Deus. Dentro daquele pacote não havia apenas 1 vidro de esmalte. Dentro daquele pacote brilhavam, com todas as suas cores e nuances, OITO vidros de esmaltes! Oito esmaltes com as cores que ela tanto queria! Chorando muito, a menina agradeceu à pessoa que, sem entender muito bem o porque do choro, abraçou-a dizendo "eu só queria lhe dar um mimo".&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;Sim, aquele era um mimo de Deus à menina. Não era o suprimento de uma necessidade, mas um carinho de Deus a ela. E a partir daquele dia, a menina nunca mais deixou de ter esmaltes. Por onde quer que ela fosse, sempre havia alguém que lhe presenteava com um vidrinho e sempre com cores que ela ainda não tinha.&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;Em certo momento de sua caminhada, grandes problemas surgiram. Problemas graves que incluíam não só a sua vida, mas a vida de pessoas que ela amava. Enquanto chorava, pedindo a Deus que lhe desse forças e lhe orientasse nesse momento tão difícil, ela ganhou um presente de uma pessoa. Um esmalte. Então ela entendeu: Através de pequenas demonstrações de carinho, como aqueles esmaltes que ganhava "do nada", Deus estava dizendo a Ela que não se preocupasse com os grandes problemas. Na Bíblia está escrito que Ele cuida das aves do céu e as alimenta, que Ele veste os lírios do campo... Ele cuida de cada detalhe pequeno, não cuidaria dos grandes também? Ele estava cuidando de tudo. E ainda cuida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-4845902657578055507?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/4845902657578055507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=4845902657578055507&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4845902657578055507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4845902657578055507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2011/08/menina-os-esmaltes-e-deus.html' title='A menina, os esmaltes e Deus'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Jy7Y3p7khE/TkhcM5tCuQI/AAAAAAAABV0/jf3RZYFY6G8/s72-c/Cores-de-Esmaltes-Ver%25C3%25A3o-2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-8447227330546162936</id><published>2011-05-08T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:03:27.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo ser mãe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktZAWSucMnU/TcT1s8wNLyI/AAAAAAAABUk/uNbkpltflmY/s1600/OgAAAJWTZ6g3zstjpApiX3wtd1c0ZzlK_UPFHzqZjXtoPUQlPH0Aq8gWrp-kHEfWXQMWOTnqR7l5YUjMpHgskANxswYAm1T1UOWx43_o-r37kKYcistkFsUxYFTh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktZAWSucMnU/TcT1s8wNLyI/AAAAAAAABUk/uNbkpltflmY/s400/OgAAAJWTZ6g3zstjpApiX3wtd1c0ZzlK_UPFHzqZjXtoPUQlPH0Aq8gWrp-kHEfWXQMWOTnqR7l5YUjMpHgskANxswYAm1T1UOWx43_o-r37kKYcistkFsUxYFTh.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo ser mãe. &amp;nbsp;Amo curtir cada avanço do meu filhote, cada conquista, cada mudança, acompanhar bem de perto tudo o que ele vive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;Amo ser acordada por ele de manhã com aquele beijo gostoso, com aquele abraço apertado e aquele sorriso lindo acompanhado de "bom diaaaa, tá na hora de acordaaarr"!&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;Amo quando ele vem, expontaneamente, me abraça e me diz "mãe, você nunca vai ficar sozinha, eu vou cuidar de você pra sempre".&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;Amo vê-lo abrir a geladeira sozinho e, ao pegar danoninho, pegar logo dois pra me dar um.&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;Amo vê-lo escorregar de papelão com os amigos na ladeira cheia de grama e terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo abrir a porta de minha casa para os seus amiguinhos entrarem e fazerem a maior folia!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo colocá-los no sofá (depois de estarem exaustos por terem brincado muito), entregar a eles vasilhas cheias de pipoca e colocar filminho no DVD pra que brinquem de cineminha.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uMwOgfrhLw4/TcT2eAOHCoI/AAAAAAAABUo/PSZLyDr1wXs/s1600/OAAAALlyC9aH_7D-u2QVxMbfvAsr3ij4Lr-hWLcSy0zrex4mzTgzfqD_vQ-Sv3561gH1kYhmGHeGW0WqXI_nNYW7SP4Am1T1UD9F9bL6spsUKbfqeFF35-QHmdt4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uMwOgfrhLw4/TcT2eAOHCoI/AAAAAAAABUo/PSZLyDr1wXs/s320/OAAAALlyC9aH_7D-u2QVxMbfvAsr3ij4Lr-hWLcSy0zrex4mzTgzfqD_vQ-Sv3561gH1kYhmGHeGW0WqXI_nNYW7SP4Am1T1UD9F9bL6spsUKbfqeFF35-QHmdt4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo dar banho nele, vê-lo brincar na piscininha no box como eu fazia quando tinha a mesma idade.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo vê-lo desenhar, pintar, imaginar e ser criativo.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo ouvir suas piadas, suas "tiradas", e dou muita risada com seu jeito sarrista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo quando o ouço cantando as músicas que compus (isso é surreal).&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;Amo quando ele vem no escritório, me pede pra fechar os olhos e me beija, dizendo "eu só vim aqui pra te dar um beijo, pode voltar a trabalhar".&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;Amo poder trabalhar em casa, poder observá-lo o tempo todo, poder parar quando quero pra abraçá-lo e ficar com ele.&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;Amo ouvi-lo orando na hora do almoço, agradecendo a Deus pelo alimento, citando um por um, e pedindo a Ele para que abençoe "o papai, a mamãe, as vovós e vovôs, os tios e tias, e todos os amigos".&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;Amo carregá-lo no colo, mesmo sabendo que ele já está enorme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo quando ele, cambaleando de sono, chega com a sua Bibliazinha ilustrada e diz "mãe, vamos fazer cultinho?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo vê-lo tendo experiências com Deus, como na vez em que orou pedindo um caminhão amarelo e uma pessoa, sem saber de nada, trouxe exatamente o caminhão que ele queria na semana seguinte.&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;Amo vê-lo brincando com seus avós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo enxergar nele características minhas e do meu marido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo cuidar dele, ajudar a trocar de roupa, pentear o cabelo, fazer sua comida, ver desenho juntos, brincar juntos, passear juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo vê-lo se divertindo com meu marido no dia da semana reservado só para os dois, chamado "dia do papai e filhinho".&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzXAOBguwpg/TcT2pEBVx-I/AAAAAAAABUs/VI0WUqbcqaw/s1600/OgAAAPdgQcac1z_vbXPKQByKwmdLxaetx_59zfeuws-Uc4vL-9tnuQkaxNd4hVkMpjHqj6HZ43i-QQpJ6HNPthSCFJEAm1T1UFlr2i-kwILNr0clk8AWF-bTBB9D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kzXAOBguwpg/TcT2pEBVx-I/AAAAAAAABUs/VI0WUqbcqaw/s320/OgAAAPdgQcac1z_vbXPKQByKwmdLxaetx_59zfeuws-Uc4vL-9tnuQkaxNd4hVkMpjHqj6HZ43i-QQpJ6HNPthSCFJEAm1T1UFlr2i-kwILNr0clk8AWF-bTBB9D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo vê-lo me dando tchau quando saio de casa e ouví-lo dizer "tchau mamãe, divirta-se, vou sentir saudade!"&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;Amo rever fotos e videos dele e de nós com ele.&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;Esse é o quarto ano em que comemoro o "Dia das Mães". Amei vê-lo lá na frente cantando "Te amo muito mãe, Deus te escolheu pra mim" e me dando uma lembrancinha cheia de desenhos pintados por ele e uma foto sua, linda.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Chorei.&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;Amo esse menino.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo meu filho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amo ser mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-8447227330546162936?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/8447227330546162936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=8447227330546162936&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8447227330546162936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8447227330546162936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2011/05/amo-ser-mae.html' title='Amo ser mãe.'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ktZAWSucMnU/TcT1s8wNLyI/AAAAAAAABUk/uNbkpltflmY/s72-c/OgAAAJWTZ6g3zstjpApiX3wtd1c0ZzlK_UPFHzqZjXtoPUQlPH0Aq8gWrp-kHEfWXQMWOTnqR7l5YUjMpHgskANxswYAm1T1UOWx43_o-r37kKYcistkFsUxYFTh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-8609289843479675718</id><published>2011-04-23T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T19:45:26.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo de Páscoa</title><content type='html'>A diferença entre o Deus a quem eu sigo e os outros deuses são muitas. Mas agora, nesse tempo em que falamos tanto sobre Páscoa, a principal diferença deve ser anunciada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu Deus amou ao mundo de uma maneira tão linda que deu o seu único filho, Jesus, para que todos os que crerem nele não morram a morte eterna, mas tenham a vida eterna.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus, filho de Deus, 100% homem e 100% Deus, morreu... e foi morte de cruz, a pior da época. &amp;nbsp;Sofreu horrores antes de ser crucificado. Foi colocado morto no sepulcro, com uma pedra imensa e pesadíssima fechando a entrada. E depois de 3 dias, naquele local vigiado por guardas romanos, a pedra foi movida sobrenaturalmente e Jesus saiu dali, VIVO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Jesus ressuscitou e está vivo HOJE. Ele está, neste exato momento, me vendo escrever esse texto sobre Ele. Ele voltará e tem promessa de vida eterna a todos os que verdadeiramente entregam o comando de sua vida a Ele. E esse Deus ME AMA! Te ama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Essa é a maior diferença entre o Deus a quem sigo e os outros deuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Feliz Páscoa, com Jesus em nossos corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KOPLixMXa7k/TbOM81dWUsI/AAAAAAAABKY/-tR_-Jc4uKk/s1600/2011-04-23+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KOPLixMXa7k/TbOM81dWUsI/AAAAAAAABKY/-tR_-Jc4uKk/s640/2011-04-23+039.JPG" width="475" /&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/1029976914989800331-8609289843479675718?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/8609289843479675718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=8609289843479675718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8609289843479675718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8609289843479675718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2011/04/diferenca-entre-o-deus-quem-eu-sigo-e.html' title='Tempo de Páscoa'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KOPLixMXa7k/TbOM81dWUsI/AAAAAAAABKY/-tR_-Jc4uKk/s72-c/2011-04-23+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-8469587064147954657</id><published>2011-04-15T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T22:39:32.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando o antigo se torna novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-ToZnhOrug/TakuOwEVPxI/AAAAAAAABE4/znjbblLEQC8/s1600/84782694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-ToZnhOrug/TakuOwEVPxI/AAAAAAAABE4/znjbblLEQC8/s200/84782694.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Quando eu era pequena, amava desenhar e pintar. Aos 8 anos comecei a frequentar uma escolinha de artes com minhas amigas da 2a série, mas não gostei muito de ter que fazer exatamente o que a professora mandava.Eu gostava mesmo era de criar, pintar com minhas cores, fazer do meu jeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde, já no ginásio, tive aulas de artes com uma professora linda chamada Cristina. Ela não faz idéia do quanto marcou a minha história com seu jeito alegre, com sua paciência e com a liberdade que me dava para criar: "Use a técnica, mas faça o que o seu coração mandar", ela dizia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então chegou a era dos computadores. Eu não sabia se um dia teria um, se seria muito difícil operá-lo, mas no primeiro dia de aula no colégio técnico em que eu estudava (fazia edificações, por gostar de desenhar) uma professora reuniu os alunos em uma roda no meio da sala e perguntou a cada um deles o que gostariam de fazer depois que se formassem, dali a 3 anos. Minha resposta foi certeira: "Quero trabalhar com desenhos no computador".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFvd-52gjVQ/TakvSBDma8I/AAAAAAAABFA/RVx3go5I-9E/s1600/92291965.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AFvd-52gjVQ/TakvSBDma8I/AAAAAAAABFA/RVx3go5I-9E/s320/92291965.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olhando pra trás e me lembrando dessas ocasiões, vejo o quanto o meu coração já ansiava por essas coisas antes mesmo de eu saber direito como me envolveria nisso tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Colégio Técnico, curso de Edificações, fui à Faculdade de Arquitetura e Urbanismo. Pensei em fazer Publicidade, mas perdi minha carteira de identidade no dia da matrícula. Acaso? Não acredito em acasos... Na faculdade aprendi conceitos de cores, imagem, identidade visual, fotografia e também conheci o Corel Draw e o Photoshop, programas usados apenas para dar um "up" na apresentação final de nosso TCC (na época, TFG). Adquiri meu primeiro computador, comecei a brincar com esses programas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZZkKWBen7Q/TakuwuhE-kI/AAAAAAAABE8/XpYU_RUR5fs/s1600/109319206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OZZkKWBen7Q/TakuwuhE-kI/AAAAAAAABE8/XpYU_RUR5fs/s200/109319206.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os caminhos que me levaram à Arquitetura me distanciaram dela cada vez mais após a minha formatura... e comecei a entender que aquela minha velha e verdadeira paixão ainda estava aqui, e tinha nome: Design Gráfico.&lt;br /&gt;De lá para cá somam-se mais de 10 anos e nesse tempo todo eu foquei em meus conhecimentos técnicos, usando meu talento natural e meu auto-didatismo para criar e aprimorar meu trabalho.&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/-A86RsyumypA/TakwuP7JQyI/AAAAAAAABFE/IdhzIStohY4/s1600/111033482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A86RsyumypA/TakwuP7JQyI/AAAAAAAABFE/IdhzIStohY4/s320/111033482.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Entre idas e vindas durante situações da vida, parei e continuei a exercer minha paixão que entendo claramente que seja um presente dado por Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi as contas de quantas vezes prestei serviços sem cobrar um tostão, apenas pelo prazer de criar, ver pessoas felizes e ver o nome do Senhor sendo glorificado através do meu talento. Minha recompensa era ouvir frases como "você consegue colocar em imagens os nossos pensamentos". Isso vale mais do que dinheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje volto a divulgar o meu trabalho de forma mais consistente. Meu filho cresceu, estou em um contexto onde posso e preciso trabalhar com mais afinco. Que Deus me ajude a cumprir os propósitos que ele tem para a minha vida e para a vida de outras pessoas através do Design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tudoemdesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;Clique aqui para visitar meu blog "Tudo em Design"&lt;/a&gt;, prestigie, divulgue, seja um seguidor se puder. E, caso precise de mim, estou à sua disposição :)&lt;br /&gt;Um grande beijo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-8469587064147954657?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/8469587064147954657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=8469587064147954657&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8469587064147954657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8469587064147954657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2011/04/quando-o-antigo-se-torna-novo.html' title='Quando o antigo se torna novo'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K-ToZnhOrug/TakuOwEVPxI/AAAAAAAABE4/znjbblLEQC8/s72-c/84782694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-2694989129391643899</id><published>2011-03-24T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T18:40:54.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfando nos mares de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BqO1QEDQfvA/TYvxhaHVJkI/AAAAAAAAA1o/JKnA0Y9AF2Q/s1600/2011-02-01+074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BqO1QEDQfvA/TYvxhaHVJkI/AAAAAAAAA1o/JKnA0Y9AF2Q/s400/2011-02-01+074.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Criar um filho é uma das maiores oportunidades que temos de crescermos como seres humanos. O meu filho completou 4 anos este mês e perco as contas de quantas e quantas vezes aprendi coisas novas na tentativa de ensiná-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma vez eu disse a uma amiga minha que acabara de ser tornar mãe: "Querida, ter um filho é ter um espelho diante de você". Conforme o tempo passa, você se depara com o melhor e o pior que há dentro de você... Muitas vezes é ele mesmo quem demonstra isso através das características que herdou da mamãe. Outras vezes é você quem se surpreende com suas reações e sentimentos, sejam bons ou maus. O fato é que, de verdade, nosso EU é escancarado diante dos nossos olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grande questão disso tudo é: o que fazer depois disso? Dizer que não tem nada a ver, ignorar os sinais e evidências e prosseguir da mesma maneira? Ou abrir o coração para que Deus transforme o seu ser, aproveitando essa oportunidade única?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia estávamos na praia. Uma amiga minha ensinava meu filho a dar as suas primeiras braçadas no mundo do surf. Lá ia ele todo confiante em cima do bodyboard, na beira da praia, quando na quinta vez uma onda maior veio por trás levantando a prancha e jogando o pequeno aventureiro para dentro do mar. Foi um belo capote, diga-se de passagem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só o via com os pezinhos pra cima e o corpo todo lutando pra subir. Foi questão de segundos, mas pra mim o tempo parou. Fui rápido ao seu encontro, contendo o grito que quase saiu a plenos pulmões, preocupadíssima com o que havia acontecido. Quando cheguei perto, minha amiga o levantou e ele, ao invés de chorar ou se desesperar, me olhou com carinha de "afoguei, mamãe" e fez "hang loose" com a mão, todo orgulhoso da sua manobra! Me responda: dá ou não pra aprender mil coisas numa situação como essa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-2694989129391643899?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/2694989129391643899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=2694989129391643899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2694989129391643899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2694989129391643899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2011/03/surfando-nos-mares-de-deus.html' title='Surfando nos mares de Deus'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BqO1QEDQfvA/TYvxhaHVJkI/AAAAAAAAA1o/JKnA0Y9AF2Q/s72-c/2011-02-01+074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-7949864225210005937</id><published>2011-02-02T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T07:03:57.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seguindo os passos do pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TUlvvV3VALI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nn10nkCm7ws/s1600/2010-12-29+%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TUlvvV3VALI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nn10nkCm7ws/s320/2010-12-29+%25288%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mês passado eu presenciei uma das cenas mais lindas que já vi do meu filho em relação ao meu marido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estávamos voltando da piscina, andando por um caminho aberto em meio a uma pequena floresta. Meu marido ia a nossa frente, caminhando mais rápido, e meu filho tentava pisar sobre as marcas molhadas que eram deixadas pelos pés do pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Mamãe, estou tentando andar onde o papai andou."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Naquele momento, meu coração foi para muitos lugares. Me lembrei de quando eu, com 3 anos, colocava os sapatos enormes de meu pai e andava dizendo que queria ser como ele. Mas também me lembrei de quando eu, com 6 anos, disse que queria andar como Jesus andou.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lá se vão muito anos desde essa minha decisão e olhando para o meu filho tentando com dificuldade colocar cada pé em uma das pegadas do pai, pensei na dificuldade que muitas vezes temos em andar nas pegadas que Deus nos deixou. Mas naquele momento também percebi a alegria dele a cada passo em que conseguia colocar os pezinhos sobre as marcas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E lá estava ele, com certeza absoluta que, seguindo as pegadas, chegaríamos onde deveríamos chegar. Assim como acontece comigo quando sigo os passos que Deus me deixou, as pegadas de Jesus. Tenho certeza de que esse é o melhor caminho a seguir.&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/1029976914989800331-7949864225210005937?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/7949864225210005937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=7949864225210005937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7949864225210005937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7949864225210005937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2011/02/mes-passado-eu-presenciei-uma-das-cenas.html' title='Seguindo os passos do pai'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TUlvvV3VALI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nn10nkCm7ws/s72-c/2010-12-29+%25288%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-1643277345333091660</id><published>2010-12-22T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:04:56.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falando em árvore de Natal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Posto aqui uma matéria que acho ser bem relevante nessa semana de Natal. A tempo... que o SEU natal seja abençoado, alegre, cheio de amor e paz, mas principalmente na presença de Jesus, o homem cujo nascimento é a razão do Natal. Ele nasceu, viveu, morreu e ressuscitou, e por meio desta ressurreição temos esperança.&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TRKYXJCRtuI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7pCXhcvRKAk/s1600/arvore_de_natal-1436.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TRKYXJCRtuI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7pCXhcvRKAk/s320/arvore_de_natal-1436.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"À medida que o Natal vai chegando, questões como esta começam a  aparecer. Como tudo na vida, é importante olharmos para estas questões  com discernimento bíblico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Neste caso, não vemos nada de errado com a tradicional árvore de  Natal. Porém, alguns têm ensinado que é errado para qualquer cristão ter  uma árvore de Natal em suas casas. Será que as razões para isso são  válidas? Achamos que não. Vamos dar uma olhada nas duas objeções mais  comuns que as pessoas fazem contra as árvores de Natal.&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;Primeiro, alguns são contrários às árvores de Natal por elas terem origens pagãs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Acredita-se que &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A3o_Bonif%C3%A1cio"&gt;Bonifácio&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;  missionário inglês na Alemanha do século oitavo, instituiu a primeira  árvore de Natal. Ele supostamente substituiu os sacrificios feitos ao  carvalho sagrado do deus Odin, por um &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abeto"&gt;abeto&lt;/a&gt;  enfeitado em tributo a Cristo. Alguns outros afirmam que Martinho  Lutero foi quem introduziu a idéia da árvore de Natal iluminada com  velas. Baseado nestas informações podemos dizer que a árvore de natal  tem um excelente pedigree cristão.&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;Porém, mesmo se um histórico pagão fosse claramente estabelecido,  isso não necessariamente significaria que nós não poderíamos usar  árvores de Natal. Talvez a analogia a seguir ajude.&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;Durante a II Guerra Mundial, os militares americanos usaram  temporariamente algumas ilhas remotas do Pacífico Sul como pistas de  aterrissagem e como depósitos de suprimentos. Antes daquela época, os  povos indígenas tribais nunca tinham visto tecnologia moderna de perto.  Grandes aviões cargueiros chegavam cheios de materiais, e pela primeira  vez os nativos viram isqueiros (que eles achavam ser mágicos), jipes,  geladeiras, rádios, ferramentas elétricas e uma enorme variedade de  alimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quando a guerra terminou, os nativos concluiram que os homens que  trouxeram a carga eram deuses, então eles começaram a construir templos  para os deuses da carga. Eles tinham a esperança de que os deuses da  carga voltariam com mais bens.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A maioria das pessoas sequer sabe sobre esta superstição religiosa.  Da mesma forma, poucos sabem qualquer coisa sobre a adoração de árvores.  Quando uma criança puxa um grande presente de debaixo da árvore de  Natal e desembrulha um modelo de avião cargueiro, ninguém olha pra  aquele objeto como um ídolo. Nem nós vemos a árvore de Natal como uma  espécie de deus dos presentes. Nós entendemos a diferença entre um  brinquedo e um ídolo tão claramente quanto entendemos a diferença entre  um ídolo e uma árvore de Natal. Não vemos uma razão válida para fazer  qualquer conexão entre árvores de Natal e ídolos de madeira ou adoração  de árvores. Aqueles que insistem em fazer essas associações deviam  prestar atenção nos avisos nas Escrituras contra julgar os outros em  coisas duvidosas (vejam Romanos 14 e I Coríntios 10:23-33).&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;Outra reclamação comum é que as árvores de Natal são proibidas na  Bíblia. Jeremias 10 é muito usado para dar apoio a este ponto de vista.  Mas uma olhada mais de perto nesta passagem vai mostrar que o texto não  tem nada a ver com árvores de Natal e tudo a ver com adoração a ídolos. O  verso oito diz “querem ser ensinados por ídolos inúteis; Os deuses  deles não passam de madeira.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Adoração a ídolos era uma clara violação dos Dez Mandamentos. Êxodo  20:3-6 diz: “Não terás outros deuses além de mim. Não farás para ti  nenhum ídolo, nenhuma imagem de qualquer coisa no céu, na terra, ou nas  águas debaixo da terra. Não te prostrarás diante deles nem lhes  prestarás culto, porque eu, o SENHOR,o teu Deus, sou Deus zeloso, que  castigo os filhos pelos pecados de seus pais até a terceira e quarta  geração daqueles que me desprezam, mas trato com bondade até mil  gerações aos que me amam e obedecem aos meus mandamentos.”&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;Não há conexão entre a adoração aos ídolos e o uso de árvores de  Natal. Nós não devíamos ficar ansiosos a respeito de argumentos vazios  contra as decorações de Natal. Em vez disso, deveríamos focar no Cristo  do Natal, esforçando-nos com toda a diligência a lembrar a verdadeira  razão de comemorarmos esta data.&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;(John McArthur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-1643277345333091660?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/1643277345333091660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=1643277345333091660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/1643277345333091660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/1643277345333091660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/12/falando-em-arvore-de-natal.html' title='Falando em árvore de Natal...'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TRKYXJCRtuI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7pCXhcvRKAk/s72-c/arvore_de_natal-1436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-5125725040176723663</id><published>2010-12-11T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T20:18:28.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dicionário</title><content type='html'>Acho que o dicionário consegue explicar o que estou sentindo esta semana:&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/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TQRG4JthlPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iVY-Q5arE4o/s1600/saudade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TQRG4JthlPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iVY-Q5arE4o/s320/saudade.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - s.m. Pessoa a quem se está ligado por uma afeição recíproca: conservar, visitar os amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Companheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - s.m. Aquele que participa da vida ou das ocupações de outrem; colega, camarada: companheiro de trabalho, de jogos, de estudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - s.m. Carícia, afago, mimo. / Amor, ternura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - s.m. Afeição viva por alguém ou por alguma coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Despedida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - s.f. Saudação no momento em que pessoas se separam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - interj. Termo de polidez e amizade dirigido a alguém antes de uma separação mais ou menos prolongada. / &amp;amp;151; S.m. Despedida: dar o adeus, dizer o último adeus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - s.m. Ação de abraçar: abraço de despedida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Chor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;o - s.m. Pranto, ato de chorar, lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Distância&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &amp;nbsp;s.f. Espaço entre dois pontos. &amp;amp;151; Pode ser medida em quilômetros, metros, centímetros e muitas outras unidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - adj. Que dista, que está a certa distância: cidade distante de outra 10 km.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;- s.f. Ausência: sentimos sua falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coração&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &amp;nbsp;Fig. Memória: trago seu nome gravado em meu coração (cf. cor). / Fig. Afeição; amor: conquistaste meu coração.// Coração de leão, grande coragem. // Coração mole, facilidade ou predisposição para comover-se, emocionar-se. // Coração de ouro, generosidade, grande bondade. // Abrir o coração, fazer confidências. // Cortar o coração, causar grande dor ou constrangimento. // Com o coração nas mãos, com toda a sinceridade. // De coração ou de todo o coração, com o máximo de empenho; com toda a boa vontade; com toda a sinceridade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saudade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &amp;nbsp;s.f. Recordação suave e melancólica de pessoa ausente, local ou coisa distante, que se deseja voltar a ver ou possuir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vazio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Fig. Sentimento angustiante produzido por saudade, privação ou ausência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-5125725040176723663?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/5125725040176723663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=5125725040176723663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5125725040176723663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5125725040176723663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/12/dicionario.html' title='Dicionário'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TQRG4JthlPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iVY-Q5arE4o/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-4441372181557384951</id><published>2010-11-27T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:05:26.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Efeito cumulativo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TPGHxC9igrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1hGJgOeqX3M/s1600/livro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TPGHxC9igrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1hGJgOeqX3M/s200/livro.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje terminei de ler o livro "Todo filho precisa de uma mãe que ora", de Janet Kobobel Grant e Fern Nichols. O livro é profundo e intenso, do princípio ao fim, ótimo! Toda mãe deveria ler, mas na verdade qualquer pessoa se beneficiaria com esta leitura pois ele não só trata do fato de permanecermos firmes em nossas orações pelos nossos filhos, mas fala principalmente sobre a oração em si, sobre porque orar, e sobre Aquele que recebe nossas orações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixo aqui um dos trechos que me chamaram a atenção, uma comparação feita por Wesley Duewel:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nossas orações têm um efeito cumulativo. A construção de uma barragem geralmente leva alguns meses, e depois de pronta, é preciso esperar alguns meses ou até mesmo um ano para a água se acumular atrás da barragem. Mas quando o volume de água atinge um determinado nível, as comportas são abertas e começam a movimentar os geradores, gerando uma tremenda energia. Semelhantemente acontece com nossas orações. À medida que as pessoas se unem em oração ou quando perseveram continuamente em uma oração, um grande volume de oração é acumulado, até que repentinamente as barreiras se rompem e a vontade de Deus se cumpre... Quando oramos de acordo com a vontade de Deus nossas orações nunca se perdem, mas vão se acumulando até que Deus as responda."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E então a autora complementa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A pessoa que permanece na parte seca da barragem não consegue ver a água se acumulando. Mas quando a água atinge o nível esperado, toda a energia acumulada irrompe de uma vez. Muitas vezes, permanecemos na parte seca da barragem, orando fielmente por um assunto. No entanto, temos a impressão de que nada acontece. Mas podemos estar seguros de que Deus ouve nossas orações e, no momento designado por Ele, manifestará todo o seu poder."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-4441372181557384951?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/4441372181557384951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=4441372181557384951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4441372181557384951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4441372181557384951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoje-terminei-de-ler-o-livro-todo-filho.html' title='Efeito cumulativo'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TPGHxC9igrI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1hGJgOeqX3M/s72-c/livro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-4413786053370514918</id><published>2010-11-13T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T20:26:39.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teu amor é melhor que a vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TN66NZgrv6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/rg_EsdFIAXA/s1600/musica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TN66NZgrv6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/rg_EsdFIAXA/s200/musica.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Levei muito tempo para admitir que sou "compositora". Talvez seja porque na maioria das vezes em que componho não é porque me decidi a fazê-lo, mas porque uma melodia e uma letra surgiram em meu coração através de uma experiência minha com Deus.&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que acontece comigo é louco. Ouço as vozes, os instrumentos, a música completa em meu coração, mas não toco nenhum instrumento. Imagine como é difícil explicar a alguém o acorde que estou ouvindo, hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Algumas músicas minhas vieram a público e tive a alegria de vê-las tocando vidas e levando pessoas a adorarem e glorificarem a Deus, assim como aconteceu comigo no momento em que as compus. Acredito que este seja o plano de Deus: exaltar Seu nome enquanto componho, exaltar Seu nome enquanto outros ouvem ou cantam, exaltar Seu nome através da transformação das nossas vidas.&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em 2005, num momento muito difícil de minha vida, numa noite de muita tristeza, uma melodia alegre surgiu em meu coração e passei a louvar ao Senhor, mesmo não entendendo o que estava acontecendo ao meu redor. Eu sabia que se houvesse uma letra, seria exaltando o nome Dele. Depois de alguns dias, lendo o Salmo 63, este se transformou na letra da música.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TN6661QLYsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/m19q8qKmemA/s1600/2010-11-12+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TN6661QLYsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/m19q8qKmemA/s200/2010-11-12+009.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Este ano, de uma maneira que só Deus faria, depois de alguns acontecimentos e conversas lindas, percebi que era hora de mostrar esta música. Acontece todos os anos no SBPV um evento chamado JUBILAI e este ano o tema era &amp;nbsp;"Salmos"... Deus usou duas pessoas para me ajudarem a cifrar a música, correr atrás dos músicos e dos detalhes da inscrição. Quando me dei conta, lá estávamos nós, eu e mais cinco pessoas ensaiando e gravando a música para o evento. No cd estão as músicas dos outros participantes do evento e o objetivo é que as pessoas levem essas músicas para as suas igrejas. Eu olhava tudo aquilo com uma imensa gratidão a Deus pois, mais uma vez, Ele fez muito mais do que eu havia imaginado.&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ontem tivemos a alegria e o privilégio de louvar e exaltar o nome do Senhor através da apresentação dessa música cujo título é "Só Tu és bendito".&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SÓ TU ÉS BENDITO&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(letra e música: Adriana C.C.Souza)&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho em meu coração fome e sede de Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pois Tu és a razão de eu estar aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só Tu és o meu refúgio, o meu abrigo contra o mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tua mão me sustém, me guia, me protege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enquanto eu viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te bendirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quero contemplar-Te, avistar o Teu poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ver a Tua glória inundar todo o meu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só Tu és bendito, só a Ti eu louvarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deus da minha vida, meu Senhor, meu grande Rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anseio por Ti, Tu és a minha alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teu amor é melhor que a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anseio por Ti, Tu és a minha alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Teu amor é melhor que a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Melhor que a vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quero contemplar-Te, avistar o Teu poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ver a Tua glória inundar todo o meu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só Tu és bendito, só a Ti eu louvarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deus da minha vida, meu Senhor, m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eu grande Rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Te louvarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/UHFPRbePnms/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHFPRbePnms&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHFPRbePnms&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Toda a honra e glória sejam dadas ao Senhor. E a vocês, instrumentistas e vocalistas que estiveram comigo nesse momento tão lindo: obrigada, de coração! Vocês foram os instrumentos mais bonitos que Deus poderia ter usado nesse momento :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-4413786053370514918?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/4413786053370514918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=4413786053370514918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4413786053370514918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4413786053370514918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/11/teu-amor-e-melhor-que-vida.html' title='Teu amor é melhor que a vida!'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TN66NZgrv6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/rg_EsdFIAXA/s72-c/musica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-6337561031303502555</id><published>2010-11-11T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T13:47:07.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joelhos, pra que tê-los!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há 20 anos atrás, quando tinha 19 anos, fui diagnosticada por um clínico geral como portadora de uma doença chamada artrose e soube naquele momento que tal problema não tinha cura e nem tratamento. Segundo ele, eu teria que aprender a conviver com as dores pelo resto da vida. Fui pra casa chateada e nunca comentei nada com ninguém, até pouco tempo atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A artrose é um processo degenerativo de desgaste da cartilagem.&amp;nbsp;&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O médico fez o diagnóstico olhando e tocando os meus joelhos que sempre doeram muito. Além disso, ele afirmou categoricamente que eu tinha isso porque era hereditário, já que minha mãe sofre deste problema.&amp;nbsp;&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na época eu não sabia que o diagnóstico só se dava através de raio-x. Também não sabia que a artrose se dá depois dos 40 anos. Desde então sempre vivi acreditando que minhas dores intensas no joelho eram devido a este processo degenerativo.&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mês passado, indo a um endocrinologista para pedir alguns exames, me queixei das dores no joelho. E a conversa foi assim:&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Você tem algum problema neles?&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Sim, artrose.&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Artrose? Desde quando?&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Desde os meus 19 anos.&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Mas você era muito nova pra ter isso. Quem deu o diagnóstico?&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Um clínico geral.&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Ele te mandou fazer raio-x dos joelhos?&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Não...&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Que absurdo! Você vai fazer esse raio-x agora então.&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fiz. Resultado? Não tenho artrose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vou a um ortopedista futuramente pra ver qual é o meu real problema, vinte anos depois.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E faço o que com aquele clínico geral? Perdoa, filha, perdoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-6337561031303502555?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/6337561031303502555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=6337561031303502555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/6337561031303502555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/6337561031303502555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/11/joelhos-pra-que-te-los.html' title='Joelhos, pra que tê-los!'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-2596028177002345490</id><published>2010-10-23T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:08:35.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finados.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TMNySH7rFBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/RyCSyjLz9aw/s1600/vespa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TMNySH7rFBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/RyCSyjLz9aw/s1600/vespa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Acabei me acostumando com minhas novas vizinhas, as abelhas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Na verdade são tipo vespas, marimbondos um pouco menores do que aqueles imensos que morro de medo (já fui picada por um quando pequena).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Elas se instalaram na janela do nosso escritório, aqui onde eu fico quando escrevo neste blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;De tempos em tempos nós olhávamos para elas e observávamos o progresso rápido do seu trabalho na construção de camadas e camadas do ninho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Gente, quem nunca teve o prazer de observar isso de perto não imagina o quão fascinante é! De um dia para o outro elas faziam uma camada daquele desenho característico de colméia e depois as revestiam com uma parte plana.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;De camada para camada havia um espaço para que elas pudessem ficar. Sensacional.&amp;nbsp;&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; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Como não pensar em Deus vendo algo tão perfeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TMNoTBsNARI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TBuwvLQ55oE/s1600/2010-10-19+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TMNoTBsNARI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TBuwvLQ55oE/s200/2010-10-19+002.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TMNonIc0NuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/avvq6Tsu-WU/s1600/2010-10-22+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TMNonIc0NuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/avvq6Tsu-WU/s200/2010-10-22+010.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mas o perigo era maior do que a beleza. Infelizmente elas estavam nos proibindo de abrir as janelas dos quartos e da sala, pois várias entravam pra nos fazer uma visitinha e poderiam nos picar. Eu e meu filhote somos alérgicos, imaginem o estrago...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&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; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Então na madrugada de anteontem eu me enchi de coragem e às 02h30 da madrugada, hora em que todas estavam dentro do ninho, esborrifei muito inseticida diretamente nele conforme orientação de um especialista. Imediatamente fechei a janela e fiquei observando. Gente, que dó! As pobrezinhas saíram desesperadas, muitas caindo mortas no beiral de minha janela, outras lutando pra sobreviver... Uma nuvem preta de vespas, horrível e amedrontadora, se formou ao lado de minha janela. O barulho que quebrava o silêncio da madrugada era impressionante.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;E então o pior aconteceu: elas encontraram uma passagem na janela e começaram a entrar no meu escritório! Uma, duas, dez, cinquenta! E vinham mais! Esborrifei inseticida, saí, fechei a porta e fiquei do outro lado, morrendo de medo e dando meus gritos contidos. Depois de vinte minutos fui dar uma olhadinha e estavam todas mortas, apesar da nuvem continuar do lado de fora.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;No dia seguinte respirei fundo e comecei a saga novamente, mas desta vez às 2 da tarde. Como era dia, elas voaram para longe ao invés de tentar entrar em minha casa e eu pude esborrifar a quantidade do tubo inteiro sobre o ninho que se transformou num local tóxico, fazendo com que as que se mantivessem dentro morressem e as que saíssem não conseguissem mais voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TMNwHswqRmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lxAHGt2QLxw/s1600/2010-10-22+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TMNwHswqRmI/AAAAAAAAAOM/lxAHGt2QLxw/s400/2010-10-22+017.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&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="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Finados: mortinhas da silva no peitoril da minha janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Fiquei aliviada na hora, mas hoje o Rô arrancou o ninho com o cabo de uma vassoura e quando o jogou no lixo me bateu uma tristezinha. Vou sentir saudade de vê-las em comunidade, trabalhando tão perfeitamente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;E nessa saga, resolvi dar uma olhadinha na internet e vejam o que encontrei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com o estabelecimento da Lei n&lt;sup&gt;&lt;u&gt;o&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;5197, de 03/01/67, Lei de Proteção à Fauna foi estabelecida a proibição da sua utilização, perseguição , destruição , caça , ou apanha, portanto fica proibido o extermínio de abelhas nativas e vespas, pois estão protegidas por lei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;DECRETO No 3.179, DE 21 DE SETEMBRO DE 1999.&lt;br /&gt;Dispõe sobre a especificação das sanções aplicáveis às condutas e atividades lesivas ao meio ambiente, e dá outras providências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;E segundo o site em que li isso devemos chamar o bombeiro para que ele pegue o ninho com saco plástico e o coloque na mata! Quero ver se eles conseguem fazer isso nesse caso:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/planeta-bizarro/noticia/2010/08/pub-ingles-encontra-vespeiro-gigante-embaixo-do-telhado.html"&gt;Pub inglês encontra vespeiro gigante embaixo de telhado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1029976914989800331-2596028177002345490?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/2596028177002345490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=2596028177002345490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2596028177002345490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2596028177002345490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/10/finados.html' title='Finados.'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TMNySH7rFBI/AAAAAAAAAOY/RyCSyjLz9aw/s72-c/vespa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-3255719855791878157</id><published>2010-10-19T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T13:51:04.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como é bom voltar pra casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TL4ClDjAyJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8sKhLVPz0q8/s1600/2010-10-02+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TL4ClDjAyJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8sKhLVPz0q8/s200/2010-10-02+018.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dez dias fora de casa pegando estrada, vendo gente querida, fazendo Semana de Ministério, conhecendo novas pessoas, indo ao médico, fazendo vários exames, vendo bebezinhos e ficando com muuuuuita vontade de ter mais uns (!!), &amp;nbsp;passeando e descansando (um pouco, só um pouco).&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Viajar é bom, mas voltar é melhor ainda. Não importa onde você mora, mas o seu lar é o SEU LAR... Seu cantinho, sua liberdade, e isso é bom demais! Ver meu filhote chegando em seu quarto e abraçando seus brinquedos, "porque estava morrendo de saudade deles" é muito legal.&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: small;"&gt;Mas eis que tivemos uma surprezzzzzzzzzzzza em uma de nossas janelas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TL4DKp4KwjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/OlhRDp3y6yM/s1600/2010-10-18+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TL4DKp4KwjI/AAAAAAAAAN4/OlhRDp3y6yM/s200/2010-10-18+008.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TL4DoLfow6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZvQ-iqAnf-A/s1600/2010-10-18+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TL4DoLfow6I/AAAAAAAAAN8/ZvQ-iqAnf-A/s200/2010-10-18+009.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Abelhas, MUITAS ABELHAS, daquelas que parecem marimbondos, formando uma súper colméia. É isso que dá morar em meio à natureza, kkkkkk.... Primeiro foram as aranhas, enormes em nossa laje. Depois um ataque de tesourinhas por toda a casa, medonho. Insetos verdes gigantes que invadiram minha cozinha. Um morcego se arrastando no chão do quarto do nosso filho. E agora... abelhas! Ainda teremos dois anos e meio para viver experiências com esses insetos, isso não é lindo? Medo!.&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/1029976914989800331-3255719855791878157?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/3255719855791878157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=3255719855791878157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/3255719855791878157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/3255719855791878157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/10/como-e-bom-voltar-pra-casa.html' title='Como é bom voltar pra casa'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TL4ClDjAyJI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8sKhLVPz0q8/s72-c/2010-10-02+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-7342287698488456694</id><published>2010-10-19T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T12:45:56.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso desenhar mais!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desenho porque me divirto.&lt;br /&gt;Me divirto porque desenho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TL0xj8o19VI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xBcMgJAXNOk/s1600/ch83BnmAYTbWEbpTdo83621135312DFTWLJLIPG_grd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TL0xj8o19VI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xBcMgJAXNOk/s1600/ch83BnmAYTbWEbpTdo83621135312DFTWLJLIPG_grd.jpg" /&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/1029976914989800331-7342287698488456694?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/7342287698488456694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=7342287698488456694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7342287698488456694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7342287698488456694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/10/preciso-desenhar-mais.html' title='Preciso desenhar mais!'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TL0xj8o19VI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xBcMgJAXNOk/s72-c/ch83BnmAYTbWEbpTdo83621135312DFTWLJLIPG_grd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-7118090509126302574</id><published>2010-10-07T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:37:10.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma sobrinha</title><content type='html'>&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;Um dia eu nasci e meus irmãos ganharam mais uma irmãzinha. Eu não os escolhi, mas os amo e agradeço a Deus por fazerem parte de minha vida. Como sou a caçula da família, experimentei a delícia de ser tia bem cedo, aos 9 anos. Hoje tenho um sobrinho arquiteto, uma sobrinha designer e mais uma sobrinha estudante que daria uma ótima jornalista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;Me casei e ganhei mais três sobrinhas lindas, uma da idade de meu filho e duas gêmeas que acabaram de vencer uma grande luta para sobreviver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Com o passar do tempo fui fazendo amizades e algumas delas se transformaram em algo tão forte, tão intenso, que hoje posso dizer que são meus irmãos também. Irmãos que não são de sangue, mas que Deus escolheu para que fossem meus "irmãos de coração". Foram anos de experiências profundas e muitas emoções vividas juntos. Hoje moro longe de quase todos, os vejo pouco... Com alguns tenho um contato maior do que com outros. Mas o amor que foi plantado por Deus em nossos corações é maior do que qualquer distância, do que qualquer situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Há momentos em que eu eu choro, pois gostaria de estar ao lado deles em situações importantes, sejam estas alegres ou tristes. Não poder abraçá-los e olhá-los nos olhos dói demais. Mas eu sei que pra tudo tem o seu tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TK6ke4vd9sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eP8Faky_DHc/s1600/nina+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TK6ke4vd9sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eP8Faky_DHc/s200/nina+(2).jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Assim como tenho meus "irmãos de coração", também tenho ganhado "sobrinhos e sobrinhas de coração". São meninos e meninas que enchem o meu coração de alegria e a minha vida de cores! Ver estes meus amigos tão amados vivenciando a maravilha de serem pais é a coisa mais linda deste mundo...&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;Esta semana nasceu mais uma, a Nina.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Como eu queria ter estado lá quando isto aconteceu!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Chorei aqui em casa, emocionada quando soube.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Que meu coração saiba esperar mais uns dias pra eu poder vê-la, estar com ela e abraçar os meus amigos tão amados.&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/1029976914989800331-7118090509126302574?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/7118090509126302574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=7118090509126302574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7118090509126302574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7118090509126302574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/10/mais-uma-sobrinha.html' title='Mais uma sobrinha'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TK6ke4vd9sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eP8Faky_DHc/s72-c/nina+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-698808492162092541</id><published>2010-10-01T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:45:01.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banguelas de bengalas</title><content type='html'>Quando eu era pequena, achava que um dia conheceria uma pessoa perfeita pra passar o resto da minha vida. Achava que ela iria entender todos os meus defeitos e gostar de cada um deles a ponto de não se importar com isso. Achava também que ao lado dessa pessoa eu jamais choraria, jamais sofreria e que tudo seria lindo, um paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então eu cresci.&lt;br /&gt;Cresci e descobri que não existem contos de fadas... Não existe ninguém perfeito para outro alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Mas descobri algo muito melhor que isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que existe alguém que me ama como sou, que respeita o meu jeito de ser, que não gosta dos meus defeitos mas sabe conviver bem com eles. Alguém que não consegue impedir que tempos maus cheguem, mas que sofre comigo. Que vive comigo os dias felizes, ri muito das minhas piadas e se diverte com as minhas bobeiras. Que vive experiências lindas e profundas com Deus, junto comigo, e que vibra ao ouvir aquilo que conto que vivi sozinha. Que respeita as minhas diferenças e tenta aprender com elas. Alguém que me compreende e tenta me compreender cada vez mais conforme os dias passam. Que ainda me olha com ternura, me ama com intensidade e me beija antes de sair e depois de chegar em casa mesmo depois de 11 anos de casamento, mesmo depois de 17 anos juntos. Alguém que me deu um filho lindo, o melhor que eu poderia ter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TKbQpsea7kI/AAAAAAAAADw/FPkhfRUWTSg/s1600/dryroni2010b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TKbQpsea7kI/AAAAAAAAADw/FPkhfRUWTSg/s200/dryroni2010b.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era pequena, achava que um dia conheceria uma pessoa perfeita. Mas depois que cresci, descobri que a perfeição está exatamente nas diferenças entre um e outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rô, eu te amo. Como sou grata a Deus por Ele ter me dado você!&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns pelo nosso dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero passar mais 11 anos juntos &amp;nbsp;e depois mais 11&lt;br /&gt;e mais 11&amp;nbsp;e mais 11...&lt;br /&gt;O acordo foi nos amarmos até ficarmos banguelas de bengalas, se lembra?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-698808492162092541?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/698808492162092541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=698808492162092541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/698808492162092541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/698808492162092541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/10/quando-eu-era-pequena-achava-que-um-dia.html' title='Banguelas de bengalas'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TKbQpsea7kI/AAAAAAAAADw/FPkhfRUWTSg/s72-c/dryroni2010b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-5634619299665962201</id><published>2010-09-15T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T19:26:57.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempos difíceis</title><content type='html'>&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;Em meio a tanta corrupção, de tantos atos de injustiça e crueldade que são realizados bem a nossa frente sem o menor pudor, de tanta gente pisando sobre o próximo pra subir de posição, de tanta canalhice descarada nos meios televisivos...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TJDYlDO14xI/AAAAAAAAADY/A333zEs5FFg/s1600/eleicoes_2010_pessoas_estranhas_etica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TJDYlDO14xI/AAAAAAAAADY/A333zEs5FFg/s320/eleicoes_2010_pessoas_estranhas_etica.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Em meio a tempos de eleição, onde as nossas opções são tão poucas na hora de escolher alguém que realmente tenha caráter e uma vida exemplar para nos representar perante o governo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Em tempos de perseguição, seja ela feita abertamente sem o menor pudor ou sorrateiramente por meio de decretos e leis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Em meio a dias que temos vivido HOJE, um texto se destaca a respeito daqueles que se decidiram a ter uma vida diferente, uma vida conduzida pelas orientações de Deus. A corrupção não se estingüirá deste mundo, mas podemos fugir dela e tomar a decisão de não compactuarmos com pessoas que as praticam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Assim diz o Senhor dos Exércitos: Pois certamente vem o dia, ardente como uma fornalha. Todos os arrogantes e todos os malfeitores serão como palha, não sobrará raiz ou galho. Mas para vocês que reverenciam o meu nome, o sol da justiça se levantará trazendo cura em suas asas" (Malaquias 4:1 e 2)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-5634619299665962201?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/5634619299665962201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=5634619299665962201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5634619299665962201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5634619299665962201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/09/em-meio-tanta-corrupcao-de-tantos-atos.html' title='Tempos difíceis'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TJDYlDO14xI/AAAAAAAAADY/A333zEs5FFg/s72-c/eleicoes_2010_pessoas_estranhas_etica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-9163709611615682518</id><published>2010-07-28T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:15:30.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim, Deus fala!</title><content type='html'>Um dia, lendo um livro, me deparo com a seguinte narrativa:&lt;br /&gt;Em um certo programa de TV, o entrevistador, completamente admirado, faz a seguinte pergunta à entrevistada: "Quer dizer que Deus está falando com as pessoas por aí nesse exato momento?". E então ela responde, com muita naturalidade: "Sim".&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/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TE_V9hu9z4I/AAAAAAAAADE/5xQyXrs2PNY/s1600/voz_de_deus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TE_V9hu9z4I/AAAAAAAAADE/5xQyXrs2PNY/s200/voz_de_deus.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sim! Deus fala o tempo todo comigo e com você! O problema é que muitos não sabem ouvir a voz de Deus... Muitas vezes Deus está "gritando em nossos ouvidos", mas para nós é só uma música que está tocando, uma pessoa que está dando um conselho, um texto que está sendo lido, um programa que está passando na TV... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestas últimas semanas tenho passado por algumas situações nada fáceis e tenho buscado a Deus para saber o que Ele tem para me falar a respeito. E então Ele começou a falar... primeiro foi um vídeo no youtube, depois a letra de uma música, um e-mail de uma amiga, um telefonema de um amigo, uma conversa com outra pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então, de repente, uma pessoa deixou um texto no meu orkut. Era um texto bíblico, a própria Palavra de Deus, mas foi enviado daquela maneira em que você manda para muitas pessoas ao mesmo tempo e depois diz "tenha uma ótima semana". Não importa como aquele texto chegou até mim... O que importa é que ele chegou justamente quando eu clamava por ouvir a voz de Deus e veio exatamente de encontro com tudo o que eu havia ouvido antes, encaixando o quebra cabeças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mas o Senhor protege aqueles que o temem, aqueles que firmam a esperança no seu amor, para livrá-los da morte e garantir-lhes vida, mesmo em tempos de fome. Nossa esperança está no Senhor, Ele é o nosso auxílio e a nossa proteção, nele se alegra o nosso coração, pois confiamos no Seu santo nome. Esteja sobre nós o Teu amor, Senhor, como está em Ti a nossa esperança. (Salmos 33:18-22).&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/1029976914989800331-9163709611615682518?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/9163709611615682518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=9163709611615682518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/9163709611615682518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/9163709611615682518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/07/sim-deus-fala.html' title='Sim, Deus fala!'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TE_V9hu9z4I/AAAAAAAAADE/5xQyXrs2PNY/s72-c/voz_de_deus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-3799200634677677402</id><published>2010-07-17T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T19:43:19.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Então a galinha veio antes do ovo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Um computador, cujo nome é Hector (a propósito, inteligentíssimo o garoto), ajudou a equipe do Dr. Colin Freeman da Universidade de Sheffield e seus colegas na Universidade de Warnick a conferir a estrutura dos ovos de galinha e a descoberta acabou com uma das questões mais populares do mundo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;"Quem veio primeiro, o ovo ou a galinha?"&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TEJpm31M2_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Gbov6MOmpLs/s1600/2179_2006-0162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TEJpm31M2_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Gbov6MOmpLs/s320/2179_2006-0162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Pois bem, descobriu-se que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;A GALINHA VEIO PRIMEIRO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Uma proteína fundamental para a casca do ovo é produzida somente no ovário da galinha, daí a comprovação. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Chamada de ovocledidin-17 (OC-17), a proteína converte carbonato de cálcio em cristais de calcita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Entendendo a questão: Galinha / ovário da galinha / OC-17 / casca do ovo de galinha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sem galinha não tem ovário.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sem ovário não tem OC-17.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sem OC-17 não tem ovo de galinha.&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: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Gente, gente, gente... o que o mundo científico e muitas (mas muitas pessoas mesmo!) descobriram somente agora, em julho de 2010, nós que cremos na Bíblia já sabíamos há muito tempo. Está escrito em Gênesis, capítulo 1, versículos 21 e 22:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"Criou pois, Deus, os grandes animais marinhos e todos os seres viventes que rastejam, os quais povoam as águas, segunda as suas espécies; e TODAS AS AVES, SEGUNDO AS SUAS ESPÉCIES. E viu Deus que isso era bom. E Deus os abençoou, dizendo: Sede fecundos, multiplicai-vos e enchei as águas dos mares; e, na terra, se multipliquem as aves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Não precisamos que a ciência comprove a veracidade da Palavra de Deus, da Bíblia. Mas a cada nova descoberta da ciência, ela mesma reconhece que há um Design Inteligente nas coisas existentes, que ALGUÉM criou tudo isso e suas constatações levam os cientistas cada vez mais para perto... de 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/1029976914989800331-3799200634677677402?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/3799200634677677402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=3799200634677677402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/3799200634677677402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/3799200634677677402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/07/entao-galinha-veio-antes-do-ovo.html' title='Então a galinha veio antes do ovo?'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TEJpm31M2_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Gbov6MOmpLs/s72-c/2179_2006-0162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-2173733803097637632</id><published>2010-07-05T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:20:29.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há tempo para todas as coisas</title><content type='html'>&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;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"Para tudo há uma ocasião certa; há um tempo certo para cada propósito debaixo do céu".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TDKgs5O1WrI/AAAAAAAAACE/L8Eq-69gm2I/s1600/tempo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TDKgs5O1WrI/AAAAAAAAACE/L8Eq-69gm2I/s200/tempo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Assim escreveu o Rei Salomão no livro de Eclesiastes, capítulo 3, verso 1. No decorrer do capítulo ele vai dando exemplos: "Tempo de nascer, tempo de morrer... tempo de plantar, tempo de arrancar o que se plantou..." e assim vai seguindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Olhando para esse texto e pensando em tudo o que tem me acontecido, vejo que a sabedoria de Salomão é mais atual do que o noticiário que vi hoje na TV.&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;br /&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;Estava aqui lembrando dos tempos de minha infância e adolescência, onde eu ria o tempo todo, tudo era engraçado, tudo era festa. Também chorava, mas na maioria das vezes pelas paixões inatingíveis, sempre ao som de uma música romântica. Tempo em que a inocência era a alma da minha alegria.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Depois fui atingida em cheio por algumas verdades que eu ainda não conhecia e, sem estrutura, fiz muito mal a mim mesma. Tempo em que a alegria deu lugar a tristeza e solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Houve o tempo em que eu viajava quase toda semana, conhecendo lugares e pessoas, tempo de descobertas e surpresas. Depois me mantive por muito tempo no mesmo lugar, tempo de fincar raízes e solidificar amizades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Lembro-me do tempo em que minha casa ficava abarrotada de gente, nos primeiros anos do meu casamento (somam-se aí uns 5 anos). Nossa casa estava sempre aberta para tudo e todos, um agito a cada dia, todos os dias. Hoje é tempo de minha casa abrigar raros encontros, poucas pessoas... e minha sala vive cheia de brinquedos, crianças e muito barulho "infantil".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Houve o tempo em que eu ficava mais fora de casa, fazendo mil coisas. Hoje é tempo de estar mais dentro de casa, cuidando do meu lar e de minha família, dando um pulinho aqui, outro ali, mas sempre voltando rapidinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Houve também o tempo em que eu não parava, sempre tinha algo pra fazer para alguém ou por alguém. Hoje estou aqui, paradinha, aprendendo, ouvindo, sendo ensinada, absorvendo. Hoje é tempo de quietude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;A maturidade traz algo ao nosso coração que não há dinheiro que pague: você conseguir viver bem, independente da circunstância em que se encontra. Conseguir absorver o que há de melhor em cada situação, descansar sem cobranças e conseguir dormir um sono tranquilo depois de um longo dia. Entender que na vida há fases, algumas mais agitadas, outras mais tranquilas, algumas mais difíceis, outras mais fáceis, algumas mais silenciosas, outras mais barulhentas... Mas que cada fase traz um aprendizado, uma beleza, uma harmonia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sei que daqui há poucos anos mudarei de fase. E então estarei lá, como tenho estado hoje, dizendo a Deus: "Eis-me aqui". Que Ele faça em mim e através de mim o que está em Seu coração.&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/1029976914989800331-2173733803097637632?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/2173733803097637632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=2173733803097637632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2173733803097637632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2173733803097637632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/07/ha-tempo-para-todas-as-coisas.html' title='Há tempo para todas as coisas'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/TDKgs5O1WrI/AAAAAAAAACE/L8Eq-69gm2I/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-572923097751713816</id><published>2010-05-26T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:20:26.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu só posso imaginar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje eu estava pensando em como será o dia em que eu verei Jesus face a face... E me lembrei que há uma música lindíssima do grupo Mercy Me chamada "I can only imagine" (eu só posso imaginar). Ela consegue traduzir um pouco do que sente o meu coração:&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/S_3-wHBISLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5AW5OXk-v2w/s1600/jesus1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/S_3-wHBISLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5AW5OXk-v2w/s320/jesus1.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu só posso imaginar como será quando eu caminhar ao Seu lado.&amp;nbsp;Eu só posso imaginar o que meus olhos verão quando Sua face estiver diante de mim.&amp;nbsp;Eu só posso imaginar...&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Envolvido por Sua glória, o&amp;nbsp;que o meu coração irá sentir?&amp;nbsp;Vou dançar pra você, Jesus?&amp;nbsp;Ou em respeito ficarei quieto?&amp;nbsp;Ficarei de pé em Sua presença ou de joelhos me prostrarei?&amp;nbsp;Cantarei aleluias?&amp;nbsp;Serei capaz de falar alguma coisa?&amp;nbsp;Eu só posso imaginar...&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu só posso imaginar&amp;nbsp;quando esse dia chegar e&amp;nbsp;eu me encontrar pessoalmente diante do Filho.&amp;nbsp;Eu só posso imaginar, tudo o que farei será pra sempre. Pra sempre Te adorar!&amp;nbsp;Eu só posso imaginar...&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Envolvido por Sua glória, o&amp;nbsp;que o meu coração irá sentir?&amp;nbsp;Vou dançar pra você, Jesus, ou em respeito ficarei quieto?&amp;nbsp;Ficarei de pé em Sua presença ou de joelhos me prostrarei?&amp;nbsp;Cantarei aleluias?&amp;nbsp;Serei capaz de falar alguma coisa?&amp;nbsp;Eu só posso imaginar...&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu só posso imaginar, tudo o que farei será pra sempre. Pra sempre Te adorar!&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se você leu até aqui, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oTFAz7nQbA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;agora ouça a música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; e imagine.&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/1029976914989800331-572923097751713816?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/572923097751713816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=572923097751713816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/572923097751713816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/572923097751713816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-so-posso-imaginar.html' title='Eu só posso imaginar'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/S_3-wHBISLI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5AW5OXk-v2w/s72-c/jesus1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-3220402876389422527</id><published>2010-05-12T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:09:49.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida de Cristo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou tendo o privilégio de estudar a vida de Cristo, fazendo uma matéria do mesmo nome. Nela vemos fatos históricos, leis judaicas e todos os detalhes que fizeram parte desses anos maravilhosos em que Jesus esteve na Terra. Saber destes detalhes desmistificam muita coisa e explicam tantas outras que muitas vezes colocamos em dúvida quando não entendemos direito os fatos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/S-rHqsTZ6NI/AAAAAAAAABs/V6K_LI-Nmy0/s1600/jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/S-rHqsTZ6NI/AAAAAAAAABs/V6K_LI-Nmy0/s320/jesus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele mesmo nos disse que erramos porque não conhecemos as Escrituras. A Bíblia foi escrita para ser estudada e quando fazemos isso, um mundo novo nos é apresentado. O natural e o sobrenatural se fundem e então entendemos como é possível ter a vida em abundância que Ele disse que veio para nos dar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem, particularmente, foi um momento de muita introspecção. Estudamos os aspectos físicos da crucificação através da análise feita por um cirurgião médico. Ouvir com detalhes sobre o Seu sofrimento que começou com o "suor em sangue" no Jardim do Getsêmani e que culminou em sua morte na cruz foi muito forte. E depois estudar a sua ressurreição, os fatos, testemunhos e registros, foi maravilhoso. Ter a certeza absoluta de que Jesus ressuscitou e está vivo, que nos ouve e nos vê nos dias de hoje é algo simplesmente indescritível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se eu pudesse, faria essa matéria pelo resto da minha vida, todos os dias. Mas eu sei que a Bíblia é um livro vivo, de verdades vivas e atuais. Sei que Deus continuará a falar profundamente ao coração, mesmo que eu leia o mesmo texto sempre.&amp;nbsp;Agora vou conversar com Jesus um pouco. Afinal, Ele está aqui, ao meu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-3220402876389422527?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/3220402876389422527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=3220402876389422527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/3220402876389422527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/3220402876389422527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/vida-de-cristo.html' title='Vida de Cristo'/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j5MSR6E7NPQ/S-rHqsTZ6NI/AAAAAAAAABs/V6K_LI-Nmy0/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-6807466124584070251</id><published>2010-05-10T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:53:16.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;09/05/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Meu terceiro Dia das Mães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje vivi uma emoção inesquecível: a primeira vez em que recebi uma homenagem pública de meu filhote pelo Dia das Mães.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi algo simples... Ele esteve com as crianças da igreja lá na frente, cantando uma música que dizia "mamãe, eu te amo de montão". Mas o meu coração batia tão forte que parecia que eu estava recebendo a homenagem mais linda do mundo, ouvindo a canção mais elaborada do universo! Mas pensando bem, realmente foi isso mesmo. A mais linda canção cantada pelo filho mais lindo, no momento mais lindo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Muitos dizem que "ser mãe é padecer num paraíso". Eu digo que SER MÃE É O PARAÍSO. Ter alguém que Deus deu pra mim e para o homem que eu amo, alguém para cuidar, amar, ensinar e viver tudo o que puder ao seu lado, isso é um privilégio, um presente, uma dádiva. A cada dia ele me faz uma pessoa melhor. Deus diz que os filhos são Sua herança pra nós e eu serei eternamente grata e jamais terei palavras suficientes para agradecer a Ele por ter me dado essa vidinha tão especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/eleeeu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4566b9;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4566b9;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Filho, você é o grande amor da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4566b9;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu também te amo de montão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 18h00&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/1029976914989800331-6807466124584070251?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/6807466124584070251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=6807466124584070251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/6807466124584070251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/6807466124584070251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/09052010-meu-terceiro-dia-das-maes-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-8072745975812049958</id><published>2010-05-10T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:42:12.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;16/04/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: medium;"&gt;Uau...Há quanto, mas há&amp;nbsp;QUANTO tempo MEEEESMO eu não escrevo aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tantas coisas aconteceram desde a última vez. Chorei muito, ri muito, me emocionei muito... Vivi coisas que nunca imaginei, revivi outras, vi gente morrer, vi gente nascer... Vi amigos perdendo coisas, outros ganhando coisas... Amigos de infância virando pais e mães... Pais e mães de amigos indo embora pra nunca mais voltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vi as velas de meu bolo de aniversário aumentarem de número, gradativamente... Vi rugas nascerem em meu rosto, vi manchas surgirem, vi cicatrizes aparecerem no corpo e na alma. Vi feridas sendo curadas. Vi mudanças lindas... Vi sorrisos, gargalhadas ecoarem quando eu achava que nunca mais as ouviria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tantas coisas! Hoje estou morando num lugar diferente, num clima diferente, com pessoas diferentes, ouvindo e conversando papos diferentes. Morar aqui é uma grata surpresa e sei que será muito bom enquanto durar. Quanto tempo vai durar? Só Deus sabe, já que foi&amp;nbsp;Ele quem&amp;nbsp;me trouxe pra cá.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu filho já está com 2 anos e é a criança mais maravilhosa que já conheci em toda a minha vida, em todos os sentidos. Tá, sou mãe, sou suspeita pra dizer isso, mas ele me surpreende a cada dia que passa, com sua inteligência, suas "tiradas", seu jeitinho que me tira o fôlego quando, sem me avisar, me abraça e me diz que me ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu marido, meu Roni... ah, meu amor... em outubro completaremos 10 anos de casamento, 16 anos juntos. Me lembro de olhar para outros casais com mais de 10 anos de vida juntos e pensar "meu Deus, será que eles ainda se amam mesmo?". Hoje, olhando pra nós, chego a conclusão de que é possível você viver e viver e viver ao lado da mesma pessoa e amá-la ainda mais do que antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje olho pra tudo o que Deus fez em minha vida: tudo o que Ele fez por mim, tudo o que me deu, de tudo o que me livrou... Olho e penso: "Meu Deus, como o Senhor pode me amar tanto assim?". Ele permitiu que eu passasse por um deserto de anos, pra que hoje eu fosse alguém mais forte, mais madura, mais crescida em todos os sentidos. Madura a ponto de saber que caminhei e progredi muito, mas que ainda tenho tanto, mas tanto para caminhar... Olho pra mim mesma e me alegro em ver o quanto Deus me mudou, mas me alegro ainda mais por saber que Ele estará ao meu lado pelo resto de minha vida, completando essa obra chamada Adriana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigada, Senhor, por tudo. Obrigada por estar vivendo dias melhores, por estar vivendo coisas que, no passado, eram apenas esperanças. Hoje vivo a esperança concretizada e sei que o Senhor cumpre o que diz. Obrigada por tudo o que ainda irá fazer. Me ajude a ser quem o Senhor planeja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="268" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/olhar.jpg" width="358" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 04h14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-8072745975812049958?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/8072745975812049958/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=8072745975812049958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8072745975812049958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8072745975812049958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/16042009-uau.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-1265273559215241862</id><published>2010-05-10T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:41:07.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;03/06/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Você precisa arrumar um tempinho pra atualizar o seu blog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #996699; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tempo? O que é isso????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 17h0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-1265273559215241862?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/1265273559215241862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=1265273559215241862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/1265273559215241862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/1265273559215241862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/03062008-voce-precisa-arrumar-um.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-8568752683795490601</id><published>2010-05-10T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:40:34.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;14/03/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto muito de te ver, leãozinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu nunca vou cansar de dizer que as emoções que a gente passa depois que vira mãe são as melhores e maiores possíveis!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No último dia 10 o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;meu filhinho fez 1 ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. E lá&amp;nbsp;fui eu relembrar tudo o que passei há um ano, hora por hora, feito uma doida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Agora a enfermeira tinha acabado de trazer ele pro quarto da maternidade pra ficar com a gente...&lt;br /&gt;- Hummm... agora eu tava deitada com ele no colo...&lt;br /&gt;- Agora eu tava vendo a enfermeira dar banho nele...&lt;br /&gt;- Agora eu tava vendo o Rô andar com ele no colo pelo quarto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E assim foi o dia todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A noite eu e o Rô fizemos uma festinha particular com ele, já que no sábado anterior havíamos feito uma festa no salão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Na festa do salão teve decoração de bichos da arca de Noé que eu mesma fiz, mesa de guloseimas, mesa dos parabéns, bexigas, animadora com brincadeiras e pintura de rosto pras crianças, video e música especial, muitos salgadinhos, docinhos, refris e bolo! Meu bebê foi vestido de leão, o maior sucesso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" height="304" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/niver3.jpg" style="height: 295px; width: 465px;" width="465" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" height="226" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/niver6.jpg" style="height: 229px; width: 462px;" width="461" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" height="345" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/niver2.jpg" style="height: 266px; width: 459px;" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" height="169" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/niver1.jpg" style="height: 253px; width: 459px;" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" height="1953" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/IMG_4999.JPG" style="height: 292px; width: 460px;" width="2684" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Na festinha particular teve um pedacinho de bolo com velinha mágica e musiquinha de parabéns.&amp;nbsp; Meu bebê estava vestido com uma roupinha bem leve de verão, com o cabelo todo bagunçado de tanto brincar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E quer saber? Meu coração de mãe ficou disparado nas duas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Deus querido, obrigada por este presente lindo&amp;nbsp;que o Senhor deu a mim e ao meu Roni...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jamais terei palavras que cheguem perto do que eu sinto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigada por este ano que passamos ao lado dele. Foram meses maravilhosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigada obrigada obrigada."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 22h31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-8568752683795490601?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/8568752683795490601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=8568752683795490601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8568752683795490601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8568752683795490601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/14032008-gosto-muito-de-te-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-6564831162165260766</id><published>2010-05-10T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:39:33.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;05/03/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: medium;"&gt;Líderes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa é do Marcos Witt pra todos os líderes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" height="60" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/olhos.gif" style="height: 52px; width: 85px;" width="115" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Diga-me e me esquecerei...&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me e me lembrarei...&lt;br /&gt;Envolve-me e entenderei."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 17h09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-6564831162165260766?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/6564831162165260766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=6564831162165260766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/6564831162165260766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/6564831162165260766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/05032008-lideres-essa-e-do-marcos-witt.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-7193336173709591243</id><published>2010-05-10T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:38:24.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;28/02/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc3333; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que loucura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc3333; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;... que é planejar o primeiro aniversário do primeiro filho!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vamo que vamo, quem fica parado é poste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 22h04&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/1029976914989800331-7193336173709591243?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/7193336173709591243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=7193336173709591243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7193336173709591243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7193336173709591243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/28022008-que-loucura.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-9037719103005125714</id><published>2010-05-10T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T15:52:18.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;23/01/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0099cc; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A primeira vez é inesquecível...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.. mas as vezes a gente é tão pequeno que precisa de uma ajudazinha pra lembrar. É por isso que eu registro tudo o que acontece com o meu filhinho, desde coisas importantes até as mais corriqueiras. Tenho zilhões de fotos, musiquinhas, lembrancinhas... e olha que ele nem completou 1 aninho ainda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/praia3.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Neste último final de semana nós o levamos a praia. Foi muito engraçado vê-lo com medo&amp;nbsp;daquelas ondinhas que vinham&amp;nbsp;em sua&amp;nbsp;direção. O medo era tanto que ele levantava as perninhas pra água não encostar nelas. Me abaixei&amp;nbsp;em sua&amp;nbsp;altura pra ver como aqueles pequenos e inexperientes olhinhos estavam vendo a situação e... me deu medo também! Era uma imensidão de água, realmente assustador!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Na hora pensei em Deus. Pensei nas vezes em que Ele nos coloca em situações que aparentemente nos amedrontam, mas que são para o nosso bem... Pensei naquilo que ainda não entendo, que ainda tenho medo... Pensei nas vezes em que tive medo, mas conforme eu&amp;nbsp;fui confiando que Ele estava no controle eu pude finalmente relaxar, aproveitar e até me divertir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vai ser assim com o João Pedro: agora ele sentiu medo, mas daqui há alguns meses ele não vai mais querer sair do mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 16h11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-9037719103005125714?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/9037719103005125714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=9037719103005125714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/9037719103005125714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/9037719103005125714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/23012008-primeira-vez-e-inesquecivel.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-8665909706700834874</id><published>2010-05-10T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:34:58.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;08/01/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc3399; font-size: medium;"&gt;2008 - Marcado para marcar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi com surpresa e muita alegria que vi um comentário de Gerson Freire aqui em meu blog (o autor do texto que citei no post de 06/11/2007)... É tão gostoso quando vemos resultados em outras pessoas de coisas que Deus faz em nossas vidas! Imagino como&amp;nbsp;o seu coração deve ter ficado ao ler o meu&amp;nbsp;post que contava o quanto fui edificada através de seu texto.&amp;nbsp;É assim mesmo... como diz Paulo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Bendito seja o Deus e Pai de nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo, Pai das misericórdias e Deus de toda consolação, que nos consola em todas as nossas tribulações, para que, com a consolação que recebemos de Deus, possamos consolar os que estão passando por tribulações." (II Coríntios 1:3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Domingo passado o Jota falou em sua pregação sobre sermos obedientes. Falou sobre Noé... E pra mim foi só mais uma "insistência" de Deus em falar a mim sobre a mesma coisa que Ele tem falado nesses últimos 3 anos: OBEDIÊNCIA. Obedecer a Ele, não importa se irão entender, se acharão loucura, se colocarão a minha imagem ou reputação em jogo, se me chamarão disso ou aquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No dvd "A Arca de Noé" do DT que o João Pedro assiste todos os dias (e eu também) a mensagem é a mesma:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Mesmo quando parece difícil&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E&amp;nbsp;as pessoas dizem que é impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Obedecer a Deus é sempre o melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois Ele é fiel e cumpre o que diz"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E a mensagem sobre "marcar esta geração"&amp;nbsp;está ali também. Em meio aos brinquedos, a Ana diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Noé nasceu com o propósito de marcar a sua geração! MARCAR A SUA GERAÇÃO é ser OBEDIENTE e corajoso para fazer o que Deus diz e não o que as outras pessoas dizem".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que este ano de 2008&amp;nbsp;marque a minha vida... marque a sua vida... pra que possamos marcar a vida daqueles que nos rodeiam através de nossa obediência a Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 16h34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-8665909706700834874?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/8665909706700834874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=8665909706700834874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8665909706700834874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8665909706700834874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/08012008-2008-marcado-para-marcar-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-135292805882038063</id><published>2010-05-10T22:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:33:46.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;20/12/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0033; font-size: large;"&gt;Feliz Natal pra todos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: large;"&gt;Feliz Natal pra todos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" height="1640" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/nataaal.jpg" style="height: 440px; width: 328px;" width="702" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 22h0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-135292805882038063?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/135292805882038063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=135292805882038063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/135292805882038063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/135292805882038063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/20122007-feliz-natal-pra-todos-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-4220573792286718360</id><published>2010-05-10T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:33:04.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/12/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida é fácil...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nóis é que cumprica!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu filhinho completou 9 meses&amp;nbsp;antes de ontem&amp;nbsp;e... meu Deus, como eu aprendo com ele!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A última foi em relação aos seus brinquedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu, como toda boa mãe de primeira viagem que se preze, tenho ido atrás das últimas novidades em brinquedos que desenvolvam o lado físico, emocional e psicológico do meu baby. É claro que tudo sempre dentro das minhas possibilidades econômicas. Por exemplo, tem um dinossauro sensacional da Fisher Price em que o bebê coloca as bolinhas de bichinhos e a coisa roda, gira, pula, faz sons e é incrivelmente caaaaaaro!!! Buá... Mas tem muita coisa legal que aos poucos a gente vai arrumando pra ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora com o clima natalino a coisa ficou bem intensa! Tem cada novidade, cada brinquedo colorido, com sons, luzes e movimentos que a gente fica até meio perdido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" height="790" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/dollynho.gif" style="height: 148px; width: 245px;" width="572" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas eis que o meu filhinho, segurando uma garrafinha vazia de Dollynho, me olha com aquela carinha de "posso brincar com isso, mamãe?"... Então tirei o rótulo, lavei bem, coloquei um pouquinho de água dentro e fechei. Ele morde, coloca contra a luz e vê a água refletida, chacoalha pra ver a água e ouvir o barulho, é uma festa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fala sério... pra que dinossauro da&amp;nbsp;Fisher Price se você tem uma garrafinha de Dollynho???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 17h2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-4220573792286718360?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/4220573792286718360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=4220573792286718360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4220573792286718360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4220573792286718360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/12122007-vida-e-facil.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-8678140345842648687</id><published>2010-05-10T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:32:14.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;30/11/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: medium;"&gt;Desculpas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/dt.gif" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não é de hoje que acompanho o ministério "Diante do Trono". Há cerca de&amp;nbsp;9 anos atrás eu não podia nem ouvir a voz da Ana Paula que me dava pavor, achava estridente, irritante. A primeira vez em que vi um vídeo deles achei um absurdo, detestei "aquelas dancinhas, aquele jeito do pessoal, aquela maneira de se&amp;nbsp;falar as coisas, aquilo tudo enfim".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas eu não costumo me basear apenas em impressões superficiais e achômetros de outros para definir aquilo que acredito ser bom ou não, principalmente tratando-se de algo relacionado a Deus. Então eu fui procurar conhecer de perto o trabalho de Ana Paula e Cia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Queridos... a minha opinião (que eu pensava já estar formada) mudou radicalmente. Sabendo-se do contexto das coisas, como as canções são geradas, como o ministério começou, como é a busca pelo mover do Espírito, quais os embasamentos bíblicos,&amp;nbsp;eu me convenci. Aquele não era um grupo de louvor qualquer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois fui ver mais de perto: participei de congressos lá em Belo Horizonte, na própria Igreja da lagoinha. Vi com esses olhinhos que a terra há de comer (hehe) o preparo dos integrantes, a busca pela orientação de Deus, e mais uma vez, como as coisas acontecem dentro de um contexto. Meus olhos e meu coração se encheram de alegria! Logo eu, que era tão preconceituosa e que me orgulhava de ter a base de minha formação espiritual "na Palavra de Deus e apenas nela, afinal, não precisamos de experiências para ter fé!!!". Mal sabia eu que Deus havia plantado em meu coração uma sede pela sua presença TAMBÉM através de experiêncis sobrenaturais com ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E a primeira grande lição que aprendi com Ele a respeito disso foi através de um versículo que eu mesma usava muito! Há muitos anos atrás eu dizia de boca cheia: "Errais porque não conheceis as escrituras!!". Mas então Deus me mostrou que o versículo não parava aí... Vejam bem: "Errais porque não conheceis as escrituras E NEM O PODER DE DEUS"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Queridos... De nada vale você ter um vocabulário rebuscado e ser um dos maiores teólogos do Brasil se você não conhece o poder de Deus!! E Deus se manifesta através de pequenas coisas mas também de coisas grandes, miraculosas, sobrenaturais! Muitas vezes Deus faz coisas que não entendemos e baseados naquilo que achamos que é o correto, acabamos colocando Deus dentro de uma caixinha e dizemos: "Ah, se não for assim ou assado isso não vem e Deus".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Voltando a falar do Diante do Trono, hoje esse ministério me edifica e Deus fala comigo através de suas canções e de suas vidas. Mas deixo claro aqui que, se algum dia algo acontecer&amp;nbsp;e esse algo&amp;nbsp;for contra a Palavra de Deus, certamente eu me pronunciarei a favor da Palavra e não deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lá atrás, há muitos anos, aprendi que eu deveria ser humilde o suficiente para entender e aceitar que eu não sabia tudo, que Deus ainda tinha muito pra me ensinar sobre a Palavra, mas também sobre a maneira dEle agir. Uma maneira que, muitas vezes, eu não entenderia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diantedotrono.com.br/MATERIA/lst_materia.asp?nCodMateria=1266" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Clique aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pra ver o depoimento oficial de Ana Paula Valadão a respeito da noite em que ela caminhou como&amp;nbsp;um leão no palco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 11h49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-8678140345842648687?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/8678140345842648687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=8678140345842648687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8678140345842648687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8678140345842648687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/30112007-desculpas-nao-e-de-hoje-que.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-8447433419958884232</id><published>2010-05-10T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:31:36.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;26/11/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #996600; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sal fora do saleiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #996600; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" height="1080" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/copia.jpg" style="height: 196px; width: 282px;" width="1349" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tive que abaixar o colchão do berço do meu baby porque ele estava correndo o risco de cair de lá. E agora ele fica se segurando nas grades e se levantando, está quase ficando de pé sozinho já.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olhando pra isso o meu coração dispara... Como é lindo ver o desenvolvimento de um ser humano!!! E como é maravilhoso acompanhar isso de perto, com o seu próprio filho... Parece que foi ontem que eu escrevi aqui que eu estava grávida!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É inevitável, eu fico olhando pra ele e imaginando como ele vai ser daqui há alguns anos, com 5, 10, 15, 20 anos. Ontem foi o último dia da Conferência Missionária de minha igreja e eu, mais uma vez, renovei a consagração da vida do João Pedro para a obra missionária. O meu desejo é que ele conheça a Deus profundamente e tenha um relacionamento íntimo com Ele. Que, como dizia o tema da conferência, ele seja "sal fora do saleiro" desde pequenino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 18h13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-8447433419958884232?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/8447433419958884232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=8447433419958884232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8447433419958884232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8447433419958884232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/26112007-sal-fora-do-saleiro-tive-que.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-2524059212224591576</id><published>2010-05-10T22:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:30:56.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;19/11/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399; font-size: medium;"&gt;Disciplina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Você conhece a Joyce Mayer? Olha, vou te dizer uma coisa: essa mulher abala os alicerces da gente, viu! Se você puder, assista o programa dela pelo menos uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vou colocar aqui algo que ela disse uma vez e que fez toda a diferença em minha vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Eu viverei de glória em glória conforme eu crescer espiritualmente. Eu só crescerei&amp;nbsp;e amadurecerei se estudar a Bíblia. Só estudarei a Bíblia se me disciplinar a fazer isto. A disciplina depende de mim, de uma postura minha, de uma atitude minha. Mas não posso me esquecer de que não estou sozinha nisso. O Senhor prometeu me dar toda as as condições para que eu tome as atitudes necessárias. Se eu fizer o que eu posso fazer Deus fará o que eu não posso fazer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 12h5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-2524059212224591576?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/2524059212224591576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=2524059212224591576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2524059212224591576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2524059212224591576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/19112007-disciplina-voce-conhece-joyce.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-2600084986833740283</id><published>2010-05-10T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:30:21.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;14/11/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marcando a geração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No último post eu contei um pouco sobre a música que compus, a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Marcado por Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje coloco aqui o texto ao qual me referi. Leia, vale a pena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Quando falamos em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;marcar nossa geração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, temos que primeiro falar sobre&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sermos marcados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;; de outra forma nossa mensagem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;será apenas o resultado de informações que o nosso intelecto absorveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #003366; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O apóstolo Paulo deixou bem claro que sua mensagem não era baseada na sabedoria humana (I Coríntios 2:4), mas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;na demonstração de poder de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. Será que o apóstolo estava se referindo somente aos milagres que fizera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu, particularmente, creio que não. Creio que ele estava se referindo ao poder da mensagem que transformou sua vida e de outros. Paulo chama todas as suas tribulações de leves e momentâneas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;porque ele havia sido marcado pelo Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. Nada era tão ruim ou tão difícil que poderia desanimá-lo a conhecer aquele que o amou incondicionalmente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser marcado por Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;faz parte do seu plano para cada um de nós.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes as pessoas querem conhecer a vontade de Deus, mas não querem ser marcadas por Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Apesar dessa marca ser geralmente feita por um&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;processo de muita provação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, a Bíblia nos diz que a vontade de Deus é boa, perfeita e agradável, e foi o próprio Paulo que nos deixou o relato sobre a sua experiência mediante a vontade de Deus (Romanos 12:2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como disse anteriormente, não existem fórmulas para caminhar com o Senhor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;mas existe algo em comum com todos aqueles que são marcados por Deus e marcam a sua geração: essas pessoas desenvolveram um estilo de vida de adoração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A palavra “adorar” em hebraico tem o significado de “beijar a face”.. Vale lembrar que somos tentados a dar “beijos de traição” no Senhor como Judas fez, simplesmente por não conhecermos quem estamos adorando. O início de todo este processo para o nascimento da palavra ADORAR começou em Gênesis, capitulo 12, onde Deus derrama o seu coração para um homem chamado Abrão. As palavras do Senhor foram diretas e claras: “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sai da tua parentela (...) Eu te abençoarei, te engrandecerei o nome (...).”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Contudo, aquele homem que é muito parecido conosco, faz exatamente o contrário do que o Senhor lhe havia dito, pois levou consigo seu sobrinho, o que lhe trouxe muitos problemas mais tarde. E quando a situação apertou por causa da fome, Abrão se mudou para o Egito “para ali ficar” (Gênesis 12:10).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque a palavra adorar começa aqui neste contexto? Simples: porque adoração não é o que você canta para Deus, e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sim é a resposta do seu coração em conhecê-lo e obedecê-lo diariamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. Em um estudo mais detalhado você poderá notar que Deus muda o nome de Abrão para Abraão porque ele creu no Senhor. Isso foi aproximadamente 24 anos depois da primeira vez que Deus lhe aparecera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A adoração começa a ser real em nossas vidas quando respondemos em obediência ao chamado de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. A palavra adorar é mencionada pela primeira vez na Bíblia no texto em Gênesis 22:5. Isso nos mostra que aquilo que começou no capítulo 12 agora estava sendo firmado. Vale lembrar que já havia passado mais ou menos 50 anos entre estes capítulos. Isso mesmo, o Senhor teve que ir conquistando o coração de Abraão para levá-lo ao nascimento do que seria a sua verdadeira adoração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No texto de Gênesis não vemos nenhuma música, equipe de louvor ou culto formal;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;vemos um homem sendo profundamente desafiado a obedecer a Deus até as últimas conseqüências&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. Para que Abraão entregasse Isaque como sacrifício, o Senhor teve que gastar anos com ele, até levá-lo a Moriá. Foi neste contexto que nasceu a adoração. Não havia músicas ou palavras bonitas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;mas havia uma pessoa que ousou crer e obedecer a Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chega a ser até engraçado, pois após todo esse tempo que Abraão andou com o senhor, mesmo assim ele diz: “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(...) hoje sei que temes a deus (...)”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser marcado por uma vida de adoração faz parte do processo de marcar sua geração. Você pode marcar a sua geração simplesmente obedecendo a Deus. A sua obediência a Deus faz com que a Palavra dele seja verdadeira na sua vida, e isso serve de referência para outros - ou seja, quando Deus for real para nós, as pessoas o verão também.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gerson Freire&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(Extraído do livro “Marque sua Geração”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 23h32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-2600084986833740283?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/2600084986833740283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=2600084986833740283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2600084986833740283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2600084986833740283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/14112007-marcando-geracao-no-ultimo.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-2581946632640948840</id><published>2010-05-10T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:29:08.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;06/11/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0033; font-size: medium;"&gt;Marcado por Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Domingo passado o grupo de louvor cantou junto com a igreja uma das músicas que compus, a “Marcado por Ti”. Pra mim foi extremamente emocionante, pois foi a primeira vez que a ouvi na igreja segurando o meu filho no colo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Uma das marcas que Deus deixou em minha vida com certeza foi o nascimento de meu filho. Quem acompanhou a minha gravidez sabe que, apesar de tranqüila, ela foi muito complicada... Foram meses de ameaça de aborto e da possibilidade do bebê nascer com sérias complicações físicas e mentais. Mas em todo o tempo Deus nos segurou em Suas mãos - a mim, ao João Pedro e ao meu marido -&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;e nos sustentou nos dando serenidade, calma e confiança de que aquilo que viesse a acontecer seria o melhor e que nada escaparia do seu propósito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Ao contrário do que muitos pensam, não compus essa canção para a IX Conferência Missionária da IPI Getsêmani. Ela foi feita meses antes, em junho de 2005 e num contexto completamente diferente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Naquela época meu marido estava lendo alguns textos e entre eles havia um que li e que mexeu profundamente comigo. Nele o autor Gerson Freire dizia que pra marcarmos as pessoas, pra marcarmos a nossa geração, temos que ser marcados por Deus primeiro. E que esta marca profunda só viria através de experiências profundas vividas num relacionamento profundo com Deus e... provavelmente através de dores profundas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/jesus.gif" /&gt;Comecei a chorar pois percebi que o deserto ao qual eu estava atravessando na época era uma marca que Deus estava deixando&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:personname productid="em mim. Eu" w:st="on"&gt;em mim. Eu&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&amp;nbsp;estava sendo marcada por Deus! E realmente, no futuro eu poderia marcar outras pessoas com tudo o que Deus estava me ensinando.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Fui dormir, mas não consegui. Em meu coração a frase “Quero ser marcado por Ti pra marcar esta geração” ficou pulsando... Amanheceu e depois de dormir poucas horas, acordei com esta frase latejando em minha mente. Peguei papel e caneta e escrevi a frase. O restante da letra e a melodia surgiram nos segundos seguintes. Uma oração minha que virou música. Foi tudo muito rápido, muito intenso e tenho plena certeza de que não a fiz sozinha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;O primeiro propósito da canção já havia sido cumprido: uma experiência fortíssima que eu havia tido com Deus naquela manhã! Mas Deus tinha planos maiores e ordenou tudo para que ela virasse tema da Conferência ainda naquele ano. Esta foi a primeira música feita por mim que veio a público...&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Vê-la tomando forma e ouvi-la sendo tocada e cantada “do lado de fora de meu coração” foi surreal!! Mas ver dezenas (e depois centenas) de pessoas cantando, muitas em lágrimas, muitas sendo profundamente tocadas pela letra e pela melodia, ah... isso é algo que não consigo explicar. Até hoje, depois de já ter visto isto por várias vezes, eu me arrepio dos pés a cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 20h02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-2581946632640948840?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/2581946632640948840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=2581946632640948840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2581946632640948840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2581946632640948840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/06112007-marcado-por-ti-domingo-passado.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-8431300832759602717</id><published>2010-05-10T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:06:54.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;02/10/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;8 ANOS DE CASAMENTO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"&gt;Se eu pudesse voltar no tempo, faria tudo de novo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amo amo amo amo você, Rô!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amo o nosso filho! Amo a nossa vida juntos!&lt;br /&gt;Que venham mais 80 anos ao seu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 16h50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-8431300832759602717?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/8431300832759602717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=8431300832759602717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8431300832759602717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8431300832759602717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/02102007-8-anos-de-casamento-se-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-9221286771852400985</id><published>2010-05-10T22:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:27:52.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;14/08/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: medium;"&gt;Dia dos pais especial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.br/imgres?imgurl=http://amorcarinho.zip.net/images/dat_aniversario.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://amorcarinho.zip.net/&amp;amp;h=256&amp;amp;w=312&amp;amp;sz=13&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;start=2&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=tlR0MyyZgRFvbM:&amp;amp;tbnh=96&amp;amp;tbnw=117&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dgif%2Banivers%25C3%25A1rio%26svnum%3D10%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dpt-BR%26rls%3DGGLR,GGLR:2005-53,GGLR:en%26sa%3DN" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O João Pedro me pediu pra escrever uma coisa especial aqui pro pai dele, afinal,&amp;nbsp;domingo foi um dia&amp;nbsp;muito especial por ser o primeiro dia dos pais que eles passaram assim, juntinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ele me mandou escrever dizendo que é muito feliz por ter um pai tão maravilhoso, que cuida tão bem dele, com tanto carinho e amor!&lt;br /&gt;E disse que é apaixonado por ele e que quer viver muito pra curtir tudo o que Deus tem pra eles dois!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E eu, o que tenho a ver com isso???&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... eu sou apaixonada pelos dois!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" height="1135" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/papai2.jpg" style="height: 328px; width: 278px;" width="479" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 12h55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-9221286771852400985?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/9221286771852400985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=9221286771852400985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/9221286771852400985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/9221286771852400985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/14082007-dia-dos-pais-especial.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-5818792940251340093</id><published>2010-05-10T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:27:14.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;03/08/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;ANIVERSÁRIO DO MEU GIGANTE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Essa canção vai especialmente pra você, meu amor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje eu sinto que cresci bastante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje eu me sinto muito grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sinto mesmo que sou um gigante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do tamanho de um elefante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É que hoje é meu aniversário!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E quando chega meu aniversário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu me sinto bem maior, bem maior, bem maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bem maior do que eu era antes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/anniv-27.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu&amp;nbsp;te amo muito, querido!!&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, minha vida, meu lindo...&lt;br /&gt;Meu maridão, paizão do meu filhinho!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um beijo com sabor daquele bolo delicioso do Viena :o)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 18h19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-5818792940251340093?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/5818792940251340093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=5818792940251340093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5818792940251340093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5818792940251340093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/03082007-aniversario-do-meu-gigante.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-3410745091033270662</id><published>2010-05-10T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:26:11.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;03/07/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0066;"&gt;Ô mania!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Semana passada passou o filme&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;“Alcatraz”&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;na tv a cabo e lá fui eu assistir pela milésima vez. Então parei pra pensar em todos os filmes que eu assisto SEMPRE que passa na tv... É engraçado isso, pode ser que eu já tenha visto várias e várias vezes, mas quando passa “aquele” filme eu dou um jeitinho de ver. Entre eles estão:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Os aventureiros do bairro proibido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Curtindo a vida adoidado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Cantando na chuva&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Caçadores de emoção&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Te pego lá fora&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Namorada de aluguel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;O expresso da meia noite&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A fantástica fábrica de chocolate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Tem vários outros, mas agora não me lembro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Você tem essa mania também?&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/1029976914989800331-3410745091033270662?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/3410745091033270662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=3410745091033270662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/3410745091033270662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/3410745091033270662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/03072007-o-mania-semana-passada-passou.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-7809543394895621303</id><published>2010-05-10T22:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:06:20.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;18/06/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Lindo demais...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem foi um dos dias mais importantes das nossas vidas, minha e do Roni.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi a primeira vez em que levamos o João Pedro ao culto em nossa igreja.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não dá pra explicar o que sentimos... Foi uma mistura de alegria, privilégio, emoção e mais um monte de coisas, tudo junto e em doses cavalares!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Apresentamos o nosso queridinho pra igreja lá na frente, com palavras lindas do Pr. Wilson e uma oração profunda do Pr. Jota. O "papai" Roni também falou coisas lindas. Só eu que fiquei ali, quietinha, com o choro engasgado, com o coração a mil por hora, segurando o João Pedro nos braços e vendo um filminho que passava em minha mente: meu namoro súper especial, meu casamento emocionante, minha gravidez cheia de probleminhas mas com os cuidados intensos de Deus, o parto, o nascimento do João Pedro, todas as alegrias que tivemos com ele desde então...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;... e fechamos cantando a música que toca tanto os nossos corações e que conseguiu dizer tudo o que queríamos dizer a Deus naquele momento...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Não tenho palavras pra agradecer Tua bondade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dia a pós dia me cercas com fidelidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca me deixes esquecer que tudo o que tenho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo o que sou e o que vier a ser vem de Ti, Senhor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dependo de Ti, preciso de Ti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sozinho nada posso fazer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Descanso em Ti, espero em Ti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sozinho nada posso fazer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo o que tenho, tudo o que sou&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O que vier a ser entrego a Ti, Senhor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É Deus... entregamos a vida do João Pedro em suas mãos desde o dia em que soubemos que eu estava grávida. A vida dele e as nossas vidas estão no seu altar. Obrigada, Senhor, por tanto amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 14h27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-7809543394895621303?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/7809543394895621303/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=7809543394895621303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7809543394895621303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7809543394895621303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/18062007-lindo-demais.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-789137415494587818</id><published>2010-05-10T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:25:00.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/06/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6633cc; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é tão verdade isso!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olha só o que eu achei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Antes de ser mãe:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu fazia e comia refeições quentes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu usava roupas sem manchas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha calmas conversas ao telefone.&lt;br /&gt;Eu dormia tao tarde quanto eu quisesse e nunca me preocupava com que horas iria para a cama.&lt;br /&gt;Eu carregava umas sacolas do mercado e já sentia dores nos braços...hoje às vezes tenho que ficar a noite toda com ele em meus braços ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu escovava meus cabelos e tomava banho sem pressa.&lt;br /&gt;Minha casa estava limpa todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca tropeçava em brinquedos, ou pensava em canções de ninar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me preocupava se minhas plantas eram venenosas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem sabia que existiam protetores de tomada...&lt;br /&gt;Ninguem nunca tinha vomitado ou cuspido em mim.Eu nunca tinha sido mordida nem beliscada por dedos minúsculos&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém nunca tinha me molhado.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha controle da minha mente, dos meus pensamentos, do meu corpo, e do meu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu dormia a noite toda!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca tinha segurado uma crianca chorando para que pudessem fazer exames ou aplicar vacinas.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca havia experimentado a maravilhosa sensação de amamentar e saciar um bebe faminto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca tinha olhado em olhos marejados e chorado.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca tinha ficado tao gloriosamente feliz por causa de um simples sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca tinha sentado tarde da noite só para admirar um bebê dormindo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca tinha segurado um bebê dormindo só porque eu não queria deixá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca havia sentido meu coração se quebrar em um milhão de pedaços porque eu não pude parar uma dor.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca imaginaria que algo tão pequeno pudesse afetar tanto minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca soube que eu amaria ser mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não conhecia a sensação de ter meu coração fora de meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não conhecia a força do amor entre uma mãe e seu filho.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não conhecia o calor,&lt;br /&gt;A alegria,&lt;br /&gt;O amor,&lt;br /&gt;A preocupação,&lt;br /&gt;A plenitude,&lt;br /&gt;Ou a satisfação de ser mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sabia que era capaz de sentir tudo isso com tanta intensidade&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ser mãe... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" height="1174" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/junho.jpg" style="height: 132px; width: 177px;" width="1447" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 18h5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-789137415494587818?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/789137415494587818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=789137415494587818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/789137415494587818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/789137415494587818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/10062007-e-e-tao-verdade-isso-olha-so-o.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-7541425066079045420</id><published>2010-05-10T22:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:23:59.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;27/05/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0033; font-size: medium;"&gt;Tô apaixonada, gente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003399; font-size: small;"&gt;Apaixonada pelo dono deste olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003399; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" height="243" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/zoinho.jpg" style="height: 191px; width: 346px;" width="426" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem apostou se os olhos do João Pedro seriam verdes ou castanhos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;perdeu nos dois casos. O meu gatinho tem olhos PRETOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 22h49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-7541425066079045420?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/7541425066079045420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=7541425066079045420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7541425066079045420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bold;"&gt;02/04/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/mae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 17h53&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/1029976914989800331-1413824358764881978?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/1413824358764881978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=1413824358764881978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/1413824358764881978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/1413824358764881978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/02042007-por-dry-as-17h53.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-3467348147028182456</id><published>2010-05-10T22:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:22:51.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;15/03/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" height="598" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/avisoporta2.jpg" style="height: 402px; width: 499px;" width="669" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gente, gente, o meu amorzinho nasceu!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699; font-size: small;"&gt;Dia 10 de março, as 01h04 da madrugada...&lt;br /&gt;Com 3,130 kg e 49,5 cm.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente lindo lindo lindo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Estamos completamente felizes e apaixonados por ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada, Deus, por nos dar este presente maravilhoso!!&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/1029976914989800331-3467348147028182456?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/3467348147028182456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=3467348147028182456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/3467348147028182456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/3467348147028182456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/15032007-gente-gente-o-meu-amorzinho.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-9149411896081765703</id><published>2010-05-10T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:22:01.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;03/03/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339933; font-size: large;"&gt;Falta&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #3399cc;"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;1&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #3399cc;"&gt;semana&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3399cc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daqui a pouquinho vou estar com o meu bebezúco em meus braços...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3399cc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" height="267" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/1semana.gif" style="height: 220px; width: 177px;" width="197" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366cc;"&gt;Quanto tempo esperei&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366cc;"&gt;por este momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366cc;"&gt;E agora posso ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366cc;"&gt;... meu presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 15h05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-9149411896081765703?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/9149411896081765703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=9149411896081765703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/9149411896081765703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/9149411896081765703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/03032007-falta-so-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-4861290687648256783</id><published>2010-05-10T22:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:21:24.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;22/02/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6699ff; font-size: large;"&gt;Contagem regressiva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"&gt;Faltam 2 semanas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/barriguda2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;Por tudo o que tens feito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;Por tudo o que vais fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;Por tuas promessas e tudo o que és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;Eu quero te agradecer com todo o meu ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006699;"&gt;Te agradeço, meu Senhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 00h0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-4861290687648256783?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/4861290687648256783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=4861290687648256783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4861290687648256783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4861290687648256783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/22022007-contagem-regressiva-faltam-2.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-2170147171539320996</id><published>2010-05-10T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:20:40.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;31/01/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3399cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vem de Ti, Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Diante do Trono)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tenho palavras pra agradecer Tua bondade&lt;br /&gt;Dia após dia me cercas com fidelidade&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me deixes esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo o que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que sou&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;O&amp;nbsp;que vier a ser&lt;br /&gt;Vem de Ti, Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dependo de Ti, preciso de Ti&lt;br /&gt;Sem Ti nada posso fazer&lt;br /&gt;Descanso em Ti, espero em Ti&lt;br /&gt;Sem Ti nada posso fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca me deixes esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo o que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que sou&lt;br /&gt;O&amp;nbsp;que vier a ser&lt;br /&gt;Vem de Ti Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo o que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que sou&lt;br /&gt;E o que vier a ser&lt;br /&gt;Entrego a Ti, Senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/perfil1d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6699ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6699ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6699ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6699ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6699ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6699ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6699ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Perfil do nosso bebezúco João Pedro no ultra-som...&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a pouquinho ele estará em nossos braços :o)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 14h33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-2170147171539320996?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/2170147171539320996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=2170147171539320996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2170147171539320996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2170147171539320996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/31012007-vem-de-ti-senhor-diante-do.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-4102755252520592528</id><published>2010-05-10T22:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:19:32.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;29/12/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" height="394" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/2007.jpg" style="height: 374px; width: 465px;" width="482" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 16h3&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/1029976914989800331-4102755252520592528?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/4102755252520592528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=4102755252520592528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4102755252520592528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4102755252520592528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/29122006-por-dry-as-16h3.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-7256908939355274348</id><published>2010-05-10T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:19:06.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;22/12/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc3333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;É NATAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que neste Natal você sinta o amor de Jesus por você de uma maneira forte e diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que Ele encha a sua vida de alegria e transforme o seu interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus nasceu, viveu, morreu e ressuscitou por você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele te ama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/natal06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/natal06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ NATAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;Dry, Roni, João Pedro, Lenny e Meggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 12h4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-7256908939355274348?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/7256908939355274348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=7256908939355274348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7256908939355274348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7256908939355274348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/22122006-e-natal-que-neste-natal-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-4962876784290378619</id><published>2010-05-10T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:17:14.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;15/12/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra nunca esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;II Crônicas 7:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/coracao4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se o Meu povo&lt;br /&gt;que se chama pelo Meu nome&lt;br /&gt;se humilhar&lt;br /&gt;e orar&lt;br /&gt;e buscar a Minha face&lt;br /&gt;e se desviar dos seus mais caminhos&lt;br /&gt;então Eu ouvirei do céu&lt;br /&gt;e perdoarei os seus pecados&lt;br /&gt;e sararei a sua terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;וְיִכָּנְעוּ עַמִּי אֲשֶׁר&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;נִקְרָא-שְׁמִי עֲלֵיהֶם,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;וְיִתְפַּלְלוּ וִיבַקְשׁוּ פָנַי, וְיָשֻׁבוּ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;מִדַּרְכֵיהֶם הָרָעִים--וַאֲנִי,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;אֶשְׁמַע מִן-הַשָּׁמַיִם,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;וְאֶסְלַח לְחַטָּאתָם,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;וְאֶרְפָּא אֶת-אַרְצָם&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 01h0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-4962876784290378619?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/4962876784290378619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=4962876784290378619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4962876784290378619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4962876784290378619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/15122006-pra-nunca-esquecer-ii-cronicas.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-5001635806342631615</id><published>2010-05-10T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:01:33.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;03/12/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liberdade liberdade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abre as asas sobre nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois é, minha médica me liberou do repouso drástico. Aleluia, aleluia, aleluia, aleluia, glória ao Senhor (lembra dessa musiquinha infantil&amp;nbsp;dos anos 70?). Nossa, tudo agora tem um novo sentido pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas é claro que ainda não voltei a vida normal (e não voltarei tão cedo) pois as restrições continuam: Posso caminhar, mas pouco e bem devagar. Escadas, só se subir bem devagarinho. Ficar muito tempo sentada ou em pé, nécas. Continuo com algumas restrições e tendo especial atenção com outros detalhes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas tá tudo ótimo, lindo, maravilhoso! Só de poder sair da sala pra ir a outro lugar que não seja no consultório médico já é uma maravilha. Já passeei muito de carro, fui comer fora, fui no cinema (ai que saudade da telona!!!), no shopping, na igreja...&amp;nbsp;E foi o&amp;nbsp;máximo sentir o João Pedro se mexendo o tempo todo durante o louvor, o&amp;nbsp;bebezuco já é um adorador, olha que belezinha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E hoje tive o prazer de abrir a minha casa pra galera da mocidade fazer uma koinonia. Saudade de ver minha casa entupida de gente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Isso tudo sem contar que fui no cardiologista e ele deu a sentença: "seu coração é uma máquina!". Melhor que isso só dois disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 01h3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-5001635806342631615?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/5001635806342631615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=5001635806342631615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5001635806342631615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5001635806342631615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/03122006-liberdade-liberdade-abre-as.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-9221189300435266934</id><published>2010-05-10T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:15:19.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;24/11/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus de detalhes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O Deus a quem eu sirvo é um Deus de detalhes. Ao contrário do que muitos pensam, Ele não se importa apenas com grandes questões, com grandes problemas, com grandes situações. Ele também se importa com aquilo que muitas vezes nem nos damos conta, com o que muitas vezes nos passa desapercebido. Ele se importa também com aquilo que pra muitos pode ser algo insignificante. Ele faz questão de nos mostrar isso através de suas ações e intervenções. Se prestarmos atenção nos detalhes de nossa vida, veremos com certeza o quanto Ele se importa, o quanto Ele vê, o quanto Ele faz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Ó Deus, Tu és o meu Deus, eu te busco intensamente; a minha alma tem sede de ti! Todo o meu ser anseia por ti, numa terra seca, exausta e sem água. Quero contemplar-te no santuário e avistar o teu poder e a tua glória. O teu amor é melhor do que a vida! Por isso os meus lábios te exaltarão." (Salmo 63:1-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 18h19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-9221189300435266934?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/9221189300435266934/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=9221189300435266934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/9221189300435266934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/9221189300435266934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/24112006-deus-de-detalhes-o-deus-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-413686200272527692</id><published>2010-05-10T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:14:45.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;22/11/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;De todo o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Diante do Trono - Cd "Nos Braços do Pai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quero Te conhecer, Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Vem me tocar com Tua presença&lt;br /&gt;Mais de Ti derrama sobre mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sei que há muito mais&lt;br /&gt;Do teu amor, da Tua vida&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me Teu rosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ensina-me o caminho pra Te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Revela-me Tua face, vou procurar até Te achar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/coracao2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Você me buscará e me encontrará&lt;br /&gt;Quando me procurar de todo o coração"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 15h58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-413686200272527692?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/413686200272527692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=413686200272527692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/413686200272527692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/413686200272527692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/22112006-de-todo-o-coracao-diante-do.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-4867473235692403573</id><published>2010-05-10T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:13:51.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;11/11/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Eita moleque!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/bebezinho.gif" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje de manhã fui fazer um ultra-som morfológico pra ver se está tudo ok com os órgãos internos do bebezuco.&amp;nbsp;Pois bem,&amp;nbsp;estou indo para o quinto mês de gestação&amp;nbsp;e já dá pra ver o sexo do bebê numa boa. Mas pra isso ele tinha que cooperar! Se estivesse sentado&amp;nbsp;ou com as perninhas cruzadas, nécas de pitibiribas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquei sabendo que se você comer chocolate antes de fazer o ultra-som, o bebê fica todo animadinho e se mexe bastante, mexe as perninhas e facilita na hora de ver. Então lá fui comer dois brigadeiros que o Roni trouxe pra mim da cantina da conferência missionária da minha igreja, hehe...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O doutor começou a passar o aparelho na minha barriga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Doutor, será que vai dar pra saber o sexo do bebezuco hoje?&lt;br /&gt;- Hum... não vai dar não... ele tá sentadinho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Humpf. Fiquei frustradinha, mas bem pouquinho... afinal a emoção em ver o meu anjinho ali, se mexendo, todo saudável foi o máximo!!! Quando eu já estava na boa, o médico diz assim:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Tá vendo aqui?&lt;br /&gt;- Tô.&lt;br /&gt;- É o bingulinzinho dele.&lt;br /&gt;- Quê???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0033cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- Você vai ter um menino!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiii meu Deeeeeeeuuussss!!! Lágrimas, lágrimas, risada, lágrimas, lágrimas, risada risada, risada!!! Eu vou ser mãe de um moleque!!! Vai ter um menininho em casa, meu Deus, meu Deus, meu Deus!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ele mexeu as perninhas só um pouquinho e foi o tempo suficiente pro doutor ver o que precisava. Em seguida ele já cruzou as perninhas de novo. Parece até que fez um agrado pro papai e pra mamãe!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gente, sem brincadeira, eu fiquei tão feliz, mas tão feliz que eu não cabia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="em mim. O Roni" w:st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;em mim. O Roni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;emocionadíssimo,com os olhos cheios de lágrimas, me olhava com aquela cara de orgulho e felicidade. Meu Deus, é muita emoção, é muita alegria, não dá nem pra descrever!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nisso o Roni chamou as nossas mães (meu pai e minha mãe estão passando alguns dias aqui comigo) pra elas verem o bebezuco e saberem da novidade. Daí ficamos os quatro ali com o doutor curtindo o João Pedro um tempão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" height="121" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/joaopedro.jpg" style="height: 105px; width: 368px;" width="471" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deus, obrigada, obrigada, obrigada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Não tenho palavras pra agradecer Tua bondade, dia após dia me cercas com fidelidade... nunca me deixes esquecer que tudo o que tenho, tudo o que sou e o que vier a ser vem de Ti, Senhor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memoriascurtas.zip.net/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(Veja o que o Roni tem a dizer disso tudo lá no "Memórias Curtas". Clique aqui.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 15h37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-4867473235692403573?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/4867473235692403573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=4867473235692403573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4867473235692403573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/4867473235692403573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/11112006-eita-moleque-hoje-de-manha-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-6277033385328254408</id><published>2010-05-10T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:12:14.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;07/11/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisa mais linda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Domingo passado o grupo de louvor da minha igreja cantou&amp;nbsp;uma música que eu amo. Amo tanto que já postei a letra em um de meus antigos blogs. Essa&amp;nbsp;letra tem sido a minha oração já há alguns anos...&amp;nbsp;Como aqui eu ainda não coloquei, aí vai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eis-me aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Diante do Trono - Cd Esperança)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/rosa2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Tua luz acendeu meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E eu pude ver em meio a escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Tua Presença, Tua fidelidade, graça e amor&lt;br /&gt;Me levantaram outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Me deram forças e prosseguirei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irei contigo, onde quer que fores, meu Senhor&lt;br /&gt;O Teu chamado cumprirei na alegria ou na dor&lt;br /&gt;E toda vez que eu chorar&lt;br /&gt;Ou quiser desanimar&lt;br /&gt;O Teu Espírito&lt;br /&gt;Me consolará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se é na fraqueza do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Que manifestas Teu poder&lt;br /&gt;Eis-me aqui&lt;br /&gt;Dependo de Ti&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de Ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda glória, toda vitória eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Pertence a Ti&lt;br /&gt;Toda honra, todo o louvor entrego a Ti&lt;br /&gt;Porque sem Ti não estaria aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 23h51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-6277033385328254408?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/6277033385328254408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=6277033385328254408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/6277033385328254408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/6277033385328254408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/07112006-coisa-mais-linda-domingo.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-6827451310672555096</id><published>2010-05-10T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:11:21.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;25/10/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600; font-size: medium;"&gt;Tão diferente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/sofazao.gif" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois é, tão diferente mesmo tem sido esses meus últimos meses praticamente "presa" aqui em casa, sem poder sair, andar, ir na casa dos amigos, ir ao cinema, ao shopping, a praia, a igreja, sem poder passear de carro, sem poder ir ver minha família lá em Limeira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Minhas saídas têm se resumido a idas ao hospital, clínicas e consultórios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E mesmo estando quietinha em casa, isso não basta. Preciso me manter a maioria do tempo deitada e tenho dependido da ajuda de outras pessoas pra coisas simples serem realizadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/gravida.gif" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo isso porque a minha placenta está muito baixa. Qualquer coisinha que eu faça pode ser prejudicial para o bebê. Então o&amp;nbsp;meu tempo de repouso foi extendido por ordens médicas. E&amp;nbsp;já que a ordem é essa, cumpramos à risca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas apesar do cansaço e do tédio, tenho vivido dias bem especiais. Deus tem suprido cada uma de minhas necessidades, tem me dado presentes lindos, tem cuidado de mim de uma maneira muito especial, em cada detalhe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sou muito grata a Ele por tudo, não tenho do que reclamar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/bebezuco.gif" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E o fato de eu estar fazendo isso pelo bebê me dá forças pra ficar assim o tempo que for necessário. Só o fato de saber que tem uma pessoinha linda dentro de mim, dependendo de mim para sobreviver, me dá uma sensação que eu nunca havia experimentado! É uma honra imensa misturada com uma responsabilidade&amp;nbsp;gigantesca e um amor incondicional enorme. E a felicidade? Ah, a felicidade é sem tamanho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O meu bebê já está do jeitinho do bebê desta foto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Com 15 centímetros de comprimento e pesando 200 gramas. Ô bizuzú!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 22h28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-6827451310672555096?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/6827451310672555096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=6827451310672555096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/6827451310672555096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/6827451310672555096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/25102006-tao-diferente-pois-e-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-38087652518882875</id><published>2010-05-10T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:02:50.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;02/10/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia especial...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Quando eu era pequena, fazia mil planos para o meu casamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É claro que eu sonhava com os príncipes encantados da vida, achava que fosse me casar com algum artista famoso (eu e minhas ambições!)...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na adolescência era muito volúvel, uma hora gostava de loiros,outra de morenos... Ficava horas imaginando a minha entrada na igreja, de braços dados com amor da minha vida. Quem ele seria? Como ele seria? Isso eu ainda não sabia, mas já havia escolhido todas as músicas e, é claro, havia feito um desenho de como seria o meu vestido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/medo.gif" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Depois dos vinte anos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bem, eu já estava com o coração bastante machucado por desilusões amorosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O medo de nunca encontrar alguém que realmente valesse a pena começou a me assombrar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em 1993 conheci o Roni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Todo mundo sabe que não fomos muito com a cara um de outro logo na primeira vez, mas os planos de Deus eram maiores e perfeitos. Depois de um tempo nos tornamos amigos, os melhores, e daí pra nos apaixonarmos foi questão de meses. Foram 6 longos anos de muito amor e muito choro na rodoviária... Cada um morava em uma cidade e a vontade de ficarmos juntos pra sempre aumentava mais e mais a cada dia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No dia 02 de outubro de 1999 nosso sonho se realizou. Foi uma cerimônia linda!!! Mas o mais lindo de tudo foi ver que aquele era o começo de uma vida maravilhosa, uma vida que eu havia sonhado desde pequena.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc3300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje completamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;7 anos de casamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Roni... você é tudo o que eu sempre sonhei e se torna ainda melhor a cada dia. É um presente lindo que Deus me deu e eu nunca vou deixar de agradecê-lo por ter me dado alguém tão especial. Nunca senti por ninguém o que sinto por você, um amor completo, sincero, gigantesco, que me toma por inteira. Quando penso que esse amor já alcançou a intensidade máxima, fica ainda maior. E agora com o nosso bebê a caminho tudo ficou ainda mais lindo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc3333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu amo você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Agrada-te do Senhor e Ele satisfará os desejos do teu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Entrega o Teu caminho ao Senhor, confia nEle e o mais Ele fará."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Salmo 37, versículos 4 e 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 00h09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-38087652518882875?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/38087652518882875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=38087652518882875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/38087652518882875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/38087652518882875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/02102006-um-dia-especial.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-3058284485738376673</id><published>2010-05-10T21:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:37:55.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;17/09/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3399; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Súper purpurinada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3399; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/menininha.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então... além do repouso agora estou tendo que tomar progesterona (hormônio feminino).&lt;br /&gt;Então aviso aos navegantes pra não estranharem se me virem vestida de cor-de-rosa, usando laços, babados e purpurina, benhê!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 15h16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-3058284485738376673?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/3058284485738376673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=3058284485738376673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/3058284485738376673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/3058284485738376673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/17092006-super-purpurinada-entao.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-2256969799538458591</id><published>2010-05-10T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:07:33.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;30/08/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339900;"&gt;Repousar é preciso!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por indicações médicas, estou de repouso até o final do terceiro mês de gravidez. E repouso, no meu caso, significa não fazer serviços domésticos, não caminhar, não permanecer muito tempo em pé, não carregar peso, e se possível, permanecer deitada a maioria do tempo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nesse tempo fiz algumas descobertas...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando está de repouso, você:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/repouso.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Parece estar muito mais cansada do que se tivesse feito exercícios&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Tem vontade de fazer tudo o que o médico mandou evitar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Acha a maioria dos programas de TV cansativos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Passa a ler aqueles livros que há muito tempo estão esperando por você na estante&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Fica com dó do marido que tem que te ajudar a limpar a caixinha de areia dos gatos, ajudar no jantar e pendurar as roupas no varal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Fica com uma vontade louca de sair de casa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas... repousar é preciso! E daqui a 6 meses e meio a calmaria vai virar um grande turbilhão de novidades!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 14h15&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/1029976914989800331-2256969799538458591?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/2256969799538458591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=2256969799538458591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2256969799538458591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2256969799538458591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/30082006-repousar-e-preciso-por.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-8286197099671296385</id><published>2010-05-10T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:08:36.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;17/08/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gravidez&amp;nbsp;é o must!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gente, só quem é mãe sabe a emoção que eu passei na última segunda-feira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fui fazer ultrasson. Aliás, este foi o primeiro em que eu conseguiria ver o meu bebê, já que no primeiro ele era tão pequenininho que só deu pra ver a bolsinha onde ele estava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/8semanas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O Roni, pai lindo que é, foi comigo. Lá estávamos nós, bobos, olhando pra telinha da aparelhagem quando apareceu o bebezinho. Para tuuuuuudo!!!! Meu coração foi parar na boca, me faltou ar, a emoção é indiscritível!!! Ele se mexeu, deu pra ver direitinho a cabecinha, os bracinhos e perninhas... E então ele balançou o bracinho direito, como se estivesse nos dando um tchauzinho. Pronto, foi o suficiente pra gente começar a chorar, hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Daí eu vi uma bolinha piscando no corpinho dele... mas o que era aquilo? E a médica disse: "vejam o coraçãozinho dele, como bate rápido!" Aaaaahhhh, mais lágrimas dos papais-babões. E não parou aí, ouvimos pela primeira vez as batidas do coração, que lindinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É, pissual... é legal demais estar grávida! São tantas emoções... E olha que a minha jornada só está começando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 17h18&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/1029976914989800331-8286197099671296385?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/8286197099671296385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=8286197099671296385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8286197099671296385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/8286197099671296385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/17082006-gravidez-o-must-gente-so-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-5196818448186790762</id><published>2010-05-10T21:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:35:54.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;09/08/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segurança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066cc; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em alguns momentos de minha vida tive a nítida sensação de estar no absoluto vazio, totalmente no escuro, no frio intenso, completamente sozinha. Nesses momentos, o que me dava alguma esperança era saber que o meu Deus, aquele que faz infinitamente mais do que pedimos ou pensamos, aquele que é o Deus do impossível, aquele que diz que todas as coisas cooperam para o bem daqueles que o amam... Sim, esse Deus estava me segurando na palma de suas mãos, com todo o cuidado e carinho do mundo. Ele não deixaria que o vazio tomasse conta de meu ser, que a escuridão me cegassse, que o frio congelasse minha alma. E Ele nunca, jamais me deixaria sozinha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/Deus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 12h4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-5196818448186790762?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/5196818448186790762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=5196818448186790762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5196818448186790762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5196818448186790762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/09082006-seguranca-em-alguns-momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-5102025999539768892</id><published>2010-05-10T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:03:34.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;03/08/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #669999; font-size: medium;"&gt;Hoje é seu dia, que dia tão feliz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #669999; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoje é um dia mais que especial pra mim, porque é o dia da pessoa que mais amo no mundo. Uma pessoa que a cada dia se torna mais importante pra mim... Alguém que faz parte dos meus sonhos, que vive os meus sonhos... Que é exemplo de marido, filho, amigo e já é exemplo de pai, mesmo o nosso bebezinho sendo ainda tão pequenininho. Um homem lindo por dentro e por fora, que sempre me cativou pela alegria, pelo jeito descontraído e pela facilidade em ser um amigo fiel e dedicado a quem se aproximasse. Alguém que faz parte dos meus maiores planos, que viveu comigo minhas maiores experiências de vida. Há 13 anos eu não consigo mais viver sem ele, mas a cada dia que passa isso se torna uma realidade ainda maior, porque a cada momento nos unimos mais, nos amamos mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Roni, você é simplesmente maravilhoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO, MEU AMOR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 23h29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-5102025999539768892?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/5102025999539768892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=5102025999539768892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5102025999539768892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5102025999539768892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/03082006-hoje-e-seu-dia-que-dia-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-9214033147939356600</id><published>2010-05-10T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:34:32.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;24/07/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atenção senhoras e senhores:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc3300; font-size: medium;"&gt;Eu estou grávida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc3300; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" height="500" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/bebezinho.jpg" style="height: 267px; width: 368px;" width="643" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 00h36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-9214033147939356600?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/9214033147939356600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=9214033147939356600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/9214033147939356600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/9214033147939356600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/24072006-atencao-senhoras-e-senhores-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-5030736282697580690</id><published>2010-05-10T21:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:32:56.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;13/07/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066ff; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À sombra do Altíssimo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;(Diante do Trono)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: normal;"&gt;Senhor, Tu és minha esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;És o meu refúgio, minha segurança&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Quando ao meu redor há inimigos sem fim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Posso estender as mãos e segurar em Ti&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Nas Tuas promessas, na Tua palavra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;No Teu amor por mim, que nunca&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;me deixa só&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;À sombra de Tuas asas eu posso descansar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;E sob as Tuas penas&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;mal algum me alcançará&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Tu és minha morada, ó Altíssimo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Livra-me, Senhor, pois a Ti me apeguei com amor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Tua&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;verdade é meu escudo e baluarte&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Eu não temerei pois Teus anjos me sustentarão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Pisarei o leão e a áspide&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Tu me mostrarás a Tua salvação&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;À sombra de Tuas asas eu posso descansar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;E sob as Tuas penas&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;mal algum me alcançará&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Tu és minha morada, ó Altíssimo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Livra-me, Senhor, pois a Ti me apeguei com amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 16h20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-5030736282697580690?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/5030736282697580690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=5030736282697580690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5030736282697580690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5030736282697580690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/13072006-sombra-do-altissimo-diante-do.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-2960307726150213201</id><published>2010-05-10T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:32:07.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;06/07/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc9900; font-size: medium;"&gt;Mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Essa semana eu tava pensando...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Meu Deus, será que algum dia vamos ter uma vida sossegada?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/ovelha.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sabe, todas as vezes em que converso com alguém, ou comigo mesma, é sempre a mesma coisa. Em resposta à pergunta “E aí, tudo bem?”, sempre ouço:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;- Tudo bem apesar das lutas...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;- Caminhando...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;- To mais ou menos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;- Tudo legal, apesar das dificuldades...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;- Tudo jóia! Apesar que essa semana rolou um stress...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Enfim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Foi aí que me lembrei que li num livro (acho que foi em “Uma vida com propósitos”) que nós nunca estaremos completamente satisfeitos neste mundo porque simplesmente não somos daqui. Aqui não é a nossa casa!!! Fomos feitos para viver uma eternidade com Deus e é por isso que a nossa alma anseia. Nada que este mundo possa nos oferecer será suficiente, nenhuma circunstância será absoluta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Dá sim pra rir, brincar, ser feliz. Mas felicidade sem problemas e lágrimas, só lá.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Enquanto isso, ficamos aqui com o que Jesus nos disse e João escreveu:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Tenho-vos dito isto, para que em mim tenhais paz; no mundo tereis aflições, mas tende bom ânimo, eu venci o mundo."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 00h0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-2960307726150213201?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/2960307726150213201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=2960307726150213201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2960307726150213201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2960307726150213201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/06072006-mundo-essa-semana-eu-tava.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-1040232700946205497</id><published>2010-05-10T21:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:31:31.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;18/06/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339900;"&gt;Deus de promessas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Continuando a olhar para trás e analisando meus últimos anos, também tenho muita coisa boa pra contar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;É impressionante como as promessas que Deus tem pra nós às vezes se cumprem sem que a gente perceba.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/diario.gif" /&gt;Lendo essa semana o meu diário de 2004, me deparei com uma página onde escrevi que naquele dia uma paz inundava o meu coração e uma certeza muito grande me invadia. A certeza de que&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #339900;"&gt;Deus realizaria vários dos meus sonhos nos anos que viriam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Parei de ler e então comecei a relembrar as muitas e muitas coisas que aconteceram comigo e que me levaram a dizer: “Foi mais um sonho realizado”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Sonhos pequenos, gigantescos, complicados, simples, impossíveis e até sonhos bobos, mas sonhos!!! E em todos, em cada um deles, pude ver nitidamente a mão de Deus "movendo os pauzinhos", as circunstâncias e os detalhes para que eles se realizassem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Na alegria e na tristeza, quando algo nos é dado ou quando nos é tirado; sempre, em toda e qualquer circunstância, Deus nos promete que nada nos separará do seu amor. Quando nos sentimos envolvidos pela presença do Senhor ou quando não sentimos absolutamente nada e o silêncio é tudo o que temos... Podemos descansar nessa promessa:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Nem morte, nem vida, nem anjos, nem demônios, nem o presente, nem o futuro, nem quaisquer&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;poderes, nem altura, nem profundidade, nem qualquer outra coisa na criação será capaz de nos separar do amor de Deus que está&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:personname productid="em Cristo Jesus" w:st="on"&gt;em Cristo Jesus&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, nosso Senhor.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 02h1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-1040232700946205497?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/1040232700946205497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=1040232700946205497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/1040232700946205497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/1040232700946205497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/18062006-deus-de-promessas-continuando.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-1112899124273157464</id><published>2010-05-10T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:31:04.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;11/06/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Sempre comigo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Acabei de completar 35 anos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Sempre quando faço aniversário fico muito pensativa. Tenho mania de reavaliar a minha vida, pensar em tudo o que conquistei, os momentos pelos quais passei, as experiências que mais me marcaram, as pessoas que influenciei positiva ou negativamente, os meus erros e acertos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/triste.gif" /&gt;Desta vez, olhando para trás percebi que meus dias nos últimos anos foram mais tristes do que alegres.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Deus permitiu que algumas coisas terríveis acontecessem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;para que eu entendesse melhor a sua maneira de agir.&lt;/span&gt;Passei por mais lutas do que em toda a minha vida. Coloquei para fora muitos traumas e tristezas que eu havia escondido a vida toda para não sofrer... Fui e ainda estou sendo tratada profundamente na alma.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Em meio a tantas lágrimas, não foram poucas as vezes em que estive face a face com Deus, buscando respostas para questões que me atormentavam. E para cada uma delas, Deus me respondia de uma forma diferente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Muitas vezes Ele me falou através de pessoas. Outras vezes, através de minhas leituras da Bíblia. A música sempre esteve presente em minha vida, mas desta vez, além dele me falar através de composições de outras pessoas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;passou a me falar através de minhas composições.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Mas em muitos momentos Ele ficou&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:personname productid="em silêncio. Não" w:st="on"&gt;em silêncio. Não&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&amp;nbsp;dizia que sim, nem que não. Não explicava o porque. Não dizia quando. Mas uma certeza sempre me veio ao coração. Esta certeza é o que me confortava, me dava segurança, me&amp;nbsp;consolava e ainda me consola quando sou invadida pelo silêncio de Deus. A promessa que Jesus fez um dia, que vale pra mim e pra você:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;“Eis que estou convosco TODOS OS DIAS até a consumação dos séculos.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(Mateus 28:20).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 01h3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-1112899124273157464?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/1112899124273157464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=1112899124273157464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/1112899124273157464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/1112899124273157464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/11062006-sempre-comigo-acabei-de.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-7951741514332615762</id><published>2010-05-10T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:30:29.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;06/06/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339900; font-size: medium;"&gt;Vale a pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;"Nem que Deus providencie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Corvos para me alimentar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;E eles tragam pão e carne&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Toda vez que o sol raiar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;E haja sempre águas nas fontes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Onde Deus me colocar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;E cruzando um deserto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Eu não pare de adorar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Pois eu tenho visto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;O quanto eu preciso aprender&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Através de cada dor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Cada uma tem porquê&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Cada uma me ensina a ser melhor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;E a depender&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Mais de Deus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Menos de mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Os meus olhos, meu olhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;O meu jeito de falar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Tem que ser a expressão&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Da mesma essência do Senhor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Vale a pena o que vier&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Mesmo que eu sinta dor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Nada poderá sequer tocar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Na Tua unção em mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Vale a pena ser Teu filho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Vale a pena Te servir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Vale a pena ser fiel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Só assim eu sou feliz"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339900;"&gt;(Ludmila Ferber - cd "Nunca pare de lutar")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 17h30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-7951741514332615762?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/7951741514332615762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=7951741514332615762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7951741514332615762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7951741514332615762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/06062006-vale-pena-nem-que-deus.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-7027949626139999096</id><published>2010-05-10T21:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:28:53.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;01/06/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mais velhinha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/desaniversario1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Domingo dia 04 será o meu aniversário.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Adoro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Um dia meu, só meu, cheio de carinho vindo daqueles que me amam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;E pra essa minha nova idade que está chegando, deixo uma frase:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066ff;"&gt;Se eu fizer o que eu posso fazer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0066ff;"&gt;Deus fará o que eu não posso fazer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 16h49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-7027949626139999096?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/7027949626139999096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=7027949626139999096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7027949626139999096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/7027949626139999096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/01062006-mais-velhinha-domingo-dia-04.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-5745673463215011238</id><published>2010-05-10T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:28:15.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;31/05/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;Como pode????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/virus.gif" /&gt;E a pergunta da semana é:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como pode&lt;br /&gt;um vírus&lt;br /&gt;tão pequenino&lt;br /&gt;derrubar&lt;br /&gt;gente tão grande como a gente?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;(Sim, estou derrubada por causa de uma virose. Raios.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 01h4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-5745673463215011238?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/5745673463215011238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=5745673463215011238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5745673463215011238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5745673463215011238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/31052006-como-pode-e-pergunta-da-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-1646016294112025448</id><published>2010-05-10T21:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:27:56.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;25/05/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600; font-size: medium;"&gt;O que você escreveria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Hoje eu estava assistindo ao programa da Ophra Winfrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Num determinado momento, ela divulgou declarações de duas pessoas famosas que responderam a seguinte pergunta:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/carta.gif" /&gt;Se você pudesse hoje escrever uma carta a você mesma para ler quando fosse ainda jovem, o que escreveria?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Os conselhos foram os mais variados, desde&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;“tomar cuidado e não confiar tanto nas pessoas”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;até&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;“não se preocupe tanto com a aparência física, porque o que realmente importa é o interior”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Então comecei a pensar em tudo o que eu escreveria pra mim mesma. Pensei em várias coisas... várias... muitas mesmo... e quando percebi, todas se resumiam no fato de obedecer aos dois maiores mandamentos do Senhor:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ame o Senhor teu Deus de TODO o teu coração, de TODA a tua alma e de TODO o teu entendimento.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ame ao teu próximo COMO A TI MESMO”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660066;"&gt;(Mateus 22: 37-39)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Então&amp;nbsp;eu me lembro das palavras de Jesus: "Aquele que tem os meus mandamentos e os guarda, este é o que me ama"...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Com certeza, se eu tivesse trilhado todos os meus dias assim, tudo&amp;nbsp;teria sido&amp;nbsp;bem diferente.&amp;nbsp;E as consequências também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 02h2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-1646016294112025448?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/1646016294112025448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=1646016294112025448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/1646016294112025448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/1646016294112025448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/25052006-o-que-voce-escreveria-hoje-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-6865962512809910840</id><published>2010-05-10T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:27:24.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;19/05/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339900;"&gt;Mais chegados que irmãos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Ontem foi aniversário de uma amiga muito querida minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;E em aniversários de amigos eu sempre fico muito pensativa...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Comecei a pensar no quanto&amp;nbsp;Deus me abençoou através de amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/amigos.gif" /&gt;Comecei a relembrar das diferentes épocas, de minhas diferentes fases e idades,&amp;nbsp;de meus amigos de infância, da escola, do ginásio, da vizinhança, da igreja, da faculdade, do grupo emme, dos acampamentos, do cursinho, etc, etc, etc...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Nossa, é tanta gente querida, tanta tanta gente!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Vendo fotos dá aquela dor de saudade no peito, aquela vontade de voltar no tempo só um pouquinho, só pra dar um abraço gostoso em quem um dia marcou a minha vida...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;bíblia diz que há amigos mais chegados que irmãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Eu também tive e ainda tenho amigos assim. Pessoas que viveram comigo as emoções mais intensas, que me conhecem melhor do que eu mesma, que são o meu porto seguro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;A Ludmila Ferber em&amp;nbsp;sua canção "O poder de uma aliança"&amp;nbsp;conseguiu traduzir direitinho o que eu sinto e penso sobre esse tipo de amizade:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Antes das honras e das conquistas o amigo está conosco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O amigo sabe quem a gente é&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O amigo sabe o nível das batalhas que nós temos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O amigo sabe o nível dos limites que rompemos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O amigo fica firme ao conhecer nossa fraqueza&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O amigo está presente para nos fortalecer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O amigo está lá quando a dor é violenta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O amigo está lá e vê a força da tormenta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O amigo fica junto e permanece assim, de pé&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Conhecendo as nossas crises e nos sustentando em fé&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O poder de uma aliança como essa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inabalável é&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deus constrói nosso caráter bem dessa maneira&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inabalável diante das lutas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inabalável e fiel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inabalável apesar das diferenças&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inabalável e fiel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fiel..."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Um beijo muito grande, especial e cheio de amor aos meus queridos que têm sido inabaláveis e fiéis. Aos de perto e aos de longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vocês são a&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;minha vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 03h58&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-6865962512809910840?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/6865962512809910840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=6865962512809910840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/6865962512809910840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/6865962512809910840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/19052006-mais-chegados-que-irmaos.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-6127675737037496515</id><published>2010-05-10T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:39:15.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;10/05/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;Presentão de Deus&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/ferias.gif" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Há&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0033cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;mais de 10 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;meu marido não tirava férias consideráveis. Quando nos casamos em 1999 tivemos 15 dias... e no ano passado tivemos mais 15. Enfim, não há corpo (e principalmente mente) que agüente!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas finalmente conseguimos ter férias dignas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E não posso nem sequer pensar em falar sobre essas férias sem falar de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Desde o primeiro momento (quando pensamos na data) até o último (quando colocamos os pés em casa) as manifestações do amor, carinho e cuidado de Deus com a gente foram gigantescas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ALGUNS PRESENTES DE DEUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Detalhes tão pequenos, realização de sonhos e desejos como:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/ferias2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp;Andar de jetsky numa praia paradisíaca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Segurar na palma da mão um ouriço recém tirado do mar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Nadar ao lado de centenas de peixes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Andar de jangada e de buggy por lugares incríveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Tirar foto ao lado de um Baobá (sim, aquela árvore do livro “O Pequeno Príncipe”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Ir a várias praias lindíssimas onde a água é azul turquesa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp;Cobrir-se de argila da cabeça aos pés&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Conhecer lugares que só víamos pela televisão ou em livros&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Andar de barco motorizado até as Cataratas do Iguaçu (com direito a entrar debaixo de uma delas e se molhar todo)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Andar seis vezes de avião num único mês&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Estar novamente na cidade onde passamos nossa lua-de-mel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Comer comidas típicas de cada região&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Ir de teleférico até uma cachoeira&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Andar de pedalinho pela primeira vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Rever amigos queridos nas cidades onde eles estão morando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(e conversar e chorar e brincar e passear e rir até não agüentar mais)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Encontrar pra comprar uma Gosbtopper Everlasting “bala infinita” do Willy Wonka (meu sonho desde os 6 anos)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Ganhar um par de havaianas com desenhos do cartunista Fernando Gonzales (que eu sou fã!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Nadar no mangue e encontrar cavalos marinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isso tudo sem contar com&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0000cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;os livramentos e as providências de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, entre eles o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;meu pé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que era pra ter quebrado com um tombo fenomenal, mas não quebrou...&amp;nbsp;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o último&amp;nbsp;avião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que só não perdemos porque atrasou justamente&amp;nbsp;o número&amp;nbsp;de minutos que nós nos atrasamos. E por aí vai...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E copiando o que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://memoriascurtas.zip.net/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;o Roni já falou no seu blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a respeito de nossas férias:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Que toda a glória, por todas as gerações e para todo o sempre, seja dada a Deus que é poderoso para fazer muito muito muito mais além daquilo que pedimos ou pensamos, segundo o seu poder que em nós opera.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Efésios 3:20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/ferias.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6600;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fotos by Dry &amp;amp; Roni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na sequência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;: Cataratas de Foz do Iguaçú, pôr do sol em Caixas do Sul, Lago Negro em Gramado, nuvens vistas do avião, coqueiros em Porto de Galinhas e o mar azul-turquesa da praia de Muro Alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 02h09&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/1029976914989800331-6127675737037496515?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/6127675737037496515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=6127675737037496515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/6127675737037496515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/6127675737037496515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/10052006-presentao-de-deus-ha-mais-de.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-3473339843644072903</id><published>2010-05-10T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:09:53.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;27/04/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salmo 37:&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:metricconverter productid="1 a" w:st="on"&gt;1 a&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt;&amp;nbsp;7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não se aborreça por causa dos homens maus e não tenha inveja dos perversos, pois como o capim logo secarão, como a relva verde logo murcharão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Confie no Senhor e faça o bem; assim você habitará na terra e desfrutará de segurança.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deleite-se no Senhor e ele atenderá aos desejos do teu coração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Entregue o seu caminho ao Senhor, confie nele, e ele agirá; ele deixará claro como a alvorada que você é justo, e como o sol do meio-dia que você é inocente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Descanse no Senhor e aguarde por ele com paciência, não se aborreça com o sucesso dos outros, nem com aqueles que maquinam o mal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 21h1&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/1029976914989800331-3473339843644072903?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/3473339843644072903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=3473339843644072903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/3473339843644072903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/3473339843644072903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/27042006-salmo-37-1-nao-se-aborreca-por.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-2645269198351458181</id><published>2010-05-10T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:21:12.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;29/03/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0099;"&gt;Revolução feminina?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;Há&amp;nbsp;alguns anos&amp;nbsp;eu&amp;nbsp;venho pensando&amp;nbsp;no papel da&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;esposa&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;nos tempos atuais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/grana.gif" /&gt;Infelizmente são poucas as esposas que não precisam ter um emprego para ajudar no sustento financeiro do lar. Infelizmente são muitas as que trazem o sustento integral devido ao desemprego de seus maridos. Essa é uma realidade triste.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;Sim, essas mulheres devem ser reconhecidas como batalhadoras, guerreiras, mulheres de fibra, de ação, de coragem e de luta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;Há também aquelas que trabalham por opção e não por necessidade. Fazem isso por prazer&amp;nbsp;ou para aumentar a renda mensal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;Mas algo estranho tem acontecido:&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;supervalorização do trabalho fora de casa&lt;/strong&gt;, a ponto de diminuir a condição daquelas mulheres que trabalham apenas dentro de casa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;Muitas vezes a mulher que não tem um emprego é vista com maus olhos e acaba carregando uma culpa imensa por isso. Quantas vezes muitas delas&amp;nbsp;não&amp;nbsp;ouviram frases do tipo: “Ah, você não trabalha???”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;Hoje eu olho para a&amp;nbsp;minha mãe que está quase completando 70 anos e vejo que ela nunca carregou alguma culpa nas costas por não ter trabalhado fora de casa. Os tempos eram outros... Ela sempre foi uma mulher admirada por todos à sua volta por cumprir um papel simples, porém trabalhoso em sua vida:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;cuidar da casa, do marido e dos filhos&lt;/strong&gt;. E por poder usar o seu tempo livre para fazer o que mais gosta, ler, cuidar das plantas, ver TV. Não era nenhum crime ter tempo livre para se fazer o que gosta ou para cuidar de si mesma.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;Eu mesma já passei por esse tipo de preconceito estranho. Apesar de fazer alguns "bicos"&amp;nbsp;como designer, na maior parte do tempo eu sou mesmo é uma dona-de-casa. &amp;nbsp;Quantas vezes já não ouvi frases como: “Mas você não faz nada? O que você fica fazendo o dia inteiro? Porque você não arruma um emprego? Você vai deixar o seu diploma na gaveta? Ah, você deve passar o dia inteiro na internet, né?”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;Todas as mulheres casadas&amp;nbsp;com as quais tive o prazer de conversar sobre esse assunto e que não tinham um emprego me falaram mais ou menos assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/relogio.gif" /&gt;-"Ninguém imagina o quanto eu trabalho e como eu não paro o dia inteiro!!! E quando paro dou graças a Deus pois posso cuidar um pouco de mim...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;- "Ah, eu adoro poder conciliar o meu tempo e fazer tudo na hora em que eu quiser, sem precisar me preocupar em bater ponto ou cumprir horários... mas não vou sair por aí dizendo isso, senão vão me chamar de molenga, vagal&amp;nbsp;ou coisa pior".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;Já conversando com as que trabalham, ouvi de muitas (mas muitas mesmo)&amp;nbsp;algo semelhante a isso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;- Como eu queria parar de trabalhar e ter mais tempo para cuidar das minhas coisinhas, da minha casa e da minha família..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #663399;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/esposas.gif" /&gt;Olhando a Bíblia, vejo que o fato de uma mulher ser virtuosa não tem nada a ver com o fato dela ter um emprego ou não. O trabalho dignifica, seja ele onde for. Devemos fazer aquilo que nos foi colocado em mãos da melhor maneira possível, com excelência e amor. Buscar&amp;nbsp;fazer tudo sob a orientação de Deus,&amp;nbsp;sempre.&amp;nbsp;Cumprirmos o nosso papel da melhor maneira possível, sendo uma advogada&amp;nbsp;ou uma dona-de-casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 23h0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-2645269198351458181?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/2645269198351458181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=2645269198351458181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2645269198351458181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2645269198351458181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/29032006-revolucao-feminina-ha-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-5061491477278957403</id><published>2010-05-10T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:20:39.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="head" style="color: #ff8b3d; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="" name="2006_03-28_04_06_08-115465817-0" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;28/03/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando a tempestade vem&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990066;"&gt;Diante do Trono&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" hspace="0" src="http://aguaspassadas.zip.net/images/eu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990066;"&gt;Quando a tempestade vem tudo se transtorna&lt;br /&gt;E eu corro para&amp;nbsp;o esconderijo do Altíssimo&lt;br /&gt;É ali que derramo minhas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;É ali, prostrado aos Teus pés, Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Que Te apresento o meu clamor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando Tua presença vem tudo se transforma&lt;br /&gt;E eu me rendo ao doce vento do Espírito&lt;br /&gt;E é assim que meu coração recebe paz&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente, minhas emoções descansam&lt;br /&gt;Na segurança do colo do Pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://blog.i.uol.com.br/mdl/4dot_s7.gif" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrito por **Dry** às 03h06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1029976914989800331-5061491477278957403?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/5061491477278957403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=5061491477278957403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5061491477278957403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/5061491477278957403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/28032006-quando-tempestade-vem-diante.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029976914989800331.post-2788764518537930545</id><published>2010-05-10T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:25:47.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Oi pissual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;img align="baseline" alt="" border="0" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/garfield.gif" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;v:shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt;&lt;v:path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape alt="" id="_x0000_s1026" o:allowoverlap="f" style="height: 94.5pt; margin-left: -85.05pt; margin-top: -99.45pt; position: absolute; width: 105pt; z-index: 1;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata o:title="garfield" src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\ADMINI~1\CONFIG~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.gif"&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;o:lock cropping="t" v:ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt;&lt;/w:wrap&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sobre o título do blog, a explicação é a seguinte: Aqui eu vou colocar meus pensamentos, muitas vezes falar de coisas sérias (ao contrário do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aguaspassadas.zip.net/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Águas Passadas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que vocês estão acostumados). E tem uma velha frase que diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc6633; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;NÃO&amp;nbsp;ESQUENTA A CABEÇA&amp;nbsp;SENÃO CASPA VIRA MANDIOPÃ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Como aqui só vai rolar pensamento, pensamento, pensamento... já viu, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Um beijo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;v:shape alt="" id="_x0000_s1027" o:allowoverlap="f" style="height: 91.5pt; margin-left: -85.05pt; margin-top: -290.95pt; position: absolute; width: 84.75pt; z-index: 2;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata o:title="mandiopa" src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\ADMINI~1\CONFIG~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image002.gif"&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;w:wrap type="square"&gt;&lt;/w:wrap&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #996600; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="" hspace="0" src="http://mandiopa.zip.net/images/mandiopa.gif" /&gt;MANDIOPÃ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #996600; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;é o nome de um salgadinho industrializado feito de mandioca que é muito conhecido no sul do país ao contrário das regiões Norte e Nordeste que não o conhecem muito. O salgado vinha como rodelinhas duras dentro de uma caixa. Para comê-los era preciso antes jogá-los no óleo fervendo e passados alguns segundos as rodelinhas ficavam com um tamanho quatro vezes maior que antes. O nome é devido à Indústria Alimentícia Mandiopã, fundada na década de 1950&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:personname productid="em S￣o Paulo. Mas" w:st="on"&gt;em São Paulo. Mas&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&amp;nbsp;o Mandiopã só teve a forma conhecida através de Antônio Gumercindo (começou como faxineiro na empresa e agora é o dono da marca Mandiopã), que esconde a sete chaves o segredo do salgadinho com gosto de isopor. O salgadinho Mandiopã existe até hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #996600; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 7.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #996600; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;Escrito por Dry - 28/03/2006 - 02h50&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/1029976914989800331-2788764518537930545?l=mandiopan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/feeds/2788764518537930545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1029976914989800331&amp;postID=2788764518537930545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2788764518537930545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1029976914989800331/posts/default/2788764518537930545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandiopan.blogspot.com/2010/05/oi-pissual-sobre-o-titulo-do-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>*** Dry ***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956625187097819280</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiY2Xtv_P8/Tl6Di7FcfeI/AAAAAAAABXs/YFnKDlohqws/s220/2010%2B07%2B09.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
