<?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-4945180507699265165</id><updated>2011-09-16T10:21:29.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tramas da Paixão"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-4333532234168010617</id><published>2011-07-12T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T10:45:25.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Programando ser FELIZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #8e7cc3; color: #ead1dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Quem não anseia ser feliz no casamento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #8e7cc3; color: #ead1dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #8e7cc3; color: #ead1dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;No entanto é mister se programar para o ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #8e7cc3; color: #ead1dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #8e7cc3; color: #ead1dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #8e7cc3; color: #ead1dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #8e7cc3; color: #ead1dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Ser feliz, não significa que os arranca-rabos e lágrimas jamais acontecerão, mas que a existência deles no casamento nunca o abalará, apesar dos pesares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #8e7cc3; color: #ead1dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Isto é fatalmente comprovado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: #ead1dc; clear: both; color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYtFHNmZTRo/Thxm3mXHNII/AAAAAAAACus/RmAY_e6hh0s/s1600/Programando+ser+FELIZ.+3+docx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="381" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYtFHNmZTRo/Thxm3mXHNII/AAAAAAAACus/RmAY_e6hh0s/s400/Programando+ser+FELIZ.+3+docx.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Geralmente estes separados procuram novos amores.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Interessante, um e outro esperam somar as qualidades do atual às do ex, não imaginando que o expurgar dos defeitos do ex, não impede que conviva com os desconhecidos defeitos do atual.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: 14pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Afinal, ninguém é perfeito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: #ead1dc; clear: both; color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-atytkP0v4tA/ThxpzjMGAFI/AAAAAAAACu4/7YzhS2lJlX8/s1600/Programando+ser+FELIZ.+4+docx.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-atytkP0v4tA/ThxpzjMGAFI/AAAAAAAACu4/7YzhS2lJlX8/s400/Programando+ser+FELIZ.+4+docx.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;m:smallfrac m:val="off"&gt;    &lt;m:dispdef&gt;    &lt;m:lmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:rmargin m:val="0"&gt;    &lt;m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"&gt;    &lt;m:wrapindent m:val="1440"&gt;    &lt;m:intlim m:val="subSup"&gt;    &lt;m:narylim m:val="undOvr"&gt;   &lt;/m:narylim&gt;&lt;/m:intlim&gt; &lt;/m:wrapindent&gt;  &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Melhor é amigo (a), na programação do casamento: compra de imóvel, enxoval, móveis, festa, decoração de igreja, bolo de casamento, lua de mel, etc., programar-se também para&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #674ea7; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;“ser feliz até que a morte os separe”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Temos envelhecido a santidade de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compromisso? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noivado? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Provável casamento? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.bibliaonline.com.br/acf/hb/12/14+"&gt; Hebreus 12:14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus Eterno.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;“Não há Deus!” diz o louco em seu coração. É tão pobre de espírito que não indaga de onde veio e nem para onde vai. Inventa deuses. Admite encarnar e desencarnar. Adora imagens de escultura. Invoca espíritos. Ou se Nele crê, tem tantos outros interesses que não tem tempo para o Divino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;O Senhor Jesus predisse o assistimos hoje: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“... Levantar-se-á nação contra nação, e reino, contra reino; haverá grandes terremotos, epidemias e fome em vários lugares, coisas espantosas e também grandes sinais do céu.“Lucas 21.11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;A muito que nações se levantam umas contra as outras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Terremotos de pequenos, médio e grande porte sacodem o planeta ceifando vidas. Epidemias como HIV, gripes, câncer e outras enfermidades medem força com a fome. Ventanias impetuosas, tempestades, ondas de dez metros, águas que invadem, alagam, terras que soterram, espantam, apavoram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;O falta ainda? Sinais do céu. Onde estão os sinais? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Assista o anexo e o video abaixo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Caso apenas&amp;nbsp;visita meu blog, envie-me mensagem e lhe enviarei o anexo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-3735103350058442263?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/3735103350058442263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=3735103350058442263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/3735103350058442263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/3735103350058442263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2010/04/mais-forte-que-morte.html' title='MAIS FORTE QUE A MORTE'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/S7ndkXxWcUI/AAAAAAAACWQ/nZgvGXXxU0E/s72-c/casamento.+gi+1JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-3695162952303917677</id><published>2010-03-16T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T04:07:29.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tênis e Frescobol"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/S59a67G6KxI/AAAAAAAACUY/5ZDBWpQwEp8/s1600-h/casamento.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="367" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/S59a67G6KxI/AAAAAAAACUY/5ZDBWpQwEp8/s400/casamento.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;É bem interessante ler a mensagem "Tênis e Frescobol" escrito por Rubem Alves e analisar o tipo de casamento que voce vive, Clique abaixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.casamentoecia.com.br/index.php?option=com_vidaadois_home&amp;amp;content=outras&amp;amp;id=345"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;http://www.casamentoecia.com.br/index.php?option=com_vidaadois_home&amp;amp;content=outras&amp;amp;id=345&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-3695162952303917677?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/3695162952303917677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=3695162952303917677' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/3695162952303917677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/3695162952303917677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2010/03/tenis-e-frescobol.html' title='&quot;Tênis e Frescobol&quot;'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/S59a67G6KxI/AAAAAAAACUY/5ZDBWpQwEp8/s72-c/casamento.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-3738893174989141994</id><published>2010-01-11T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T04:08:44.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas águas tranqüilas de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Um homem e uma mulher unem-se por três motivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Por se gostarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Por estarem apaixonados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Por se amarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Estas uniões podem resistir ao tempo, às intempéries, mas ainda assim, o batido das ondas do mar bravio termina por implodi-las, restando apenas a lembrança do gostar, da paixão, do amor. Muitos casamentos acabam com as dificuldades financeiras ou na saúde, ou na fidelidade conjugal transformando cinco, dez, vinte anos como nada ferindo e matando os mais puros sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mas ainda tenho algo a dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Somente o Temor e amor ao Deus Eterno entra como o equilíbrio na união estável se houver decisão conjunta dos cônjuges em colocar Deus em primeiro lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/S0tJ1PKU0XI/AAAAAAAACMQ/qYsTdg4hZYA/s1600-h/aguas+tranquilas+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/S0tJ1PKU0XI/AAAAAAAACMQ/qYsTdg4hZYA/s400/aguas+tranquilas+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Mas para que isto aconteça, este casal, cada um per si, tenha definido Deus como o centro de suas decisões, antes da união matrimonial, e a mantenham até que a morte os separe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Deus como centro das decisões, é deixar de&amp;nbsp;decidir. Ele decide. É morrer para si mesmo. É tomar a cruz cada dia e segui-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Deus tem em seu livro escrito a vida de cada um destes amantes e se estiver escrito esta união como a Sua vontade, irá acontecer. Não sendo Sua vontade, e mesmo assim acontecer a união, o desamor prevalente separará a família pela paixão extraconjugal – “Tramas da Paixão”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O adultério.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O Deus Amor, que disse: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“deixará pai e mãe”,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; também odeia o divórcio, pois fere “&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;e se tornarão uma só carne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/S0tMDaG13yI/AAAAAAAACMY/SYMLbXb0CIE/s1600-h/aguas+tranquilas+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/S0tMDaG13yI/AAAAAAAACMY/SYMLbXb0CIE/s400/aguas+tranquilas+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amigo(a)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Antes de decidir-se matrimonialmente, esteja largado na vontade de Deus. A união feita na Eternidade, apesar de vivermos em um planeta desvairado,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Descanse na decisão mais séria de sua vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/S0tDxzQ62XI/AAAAAAAACLw/Cy_wOfO3f7I/s1600-h/aguas+tranquilas+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/S0tDxzQ62XI/AAAAAAAACLw/Cy_wOfO3f7I/s400/aguas+tranquilas+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nas águas tranqüilas de Deus...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times; font-size: large;"&gt;a verdade do amor gerado em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times; font-size: large;"&gt;Deus sem&amp;nbsp;mesclar, se enganar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times; font-size: large;"&gt;ou misturar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/S0Nxm4L9JXI/AAAAAAAACH8/lDHugJtgeQ4/s1600-h/2010+amor+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/S0Nxm4L9JXI/AAAAAAAACH8/lDHugJtgeQ4/s400/2010+amor+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não dê desculpas para não viver. O amor é atributo de Deus. Se o Eterno habita em voce o amor&amp;nbsp;sempre será&amp;nbsp;o adereço de sua alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times; font-size: large;"&gt;Ame em 2010 o amor que se derrama. Que se doa. Que perdoa. Que suporta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times; font-size: large;"&gt;Não destrua seu casamento por uma paixão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times; font-size: large;"&gt;Não se iluda com a sedução dos lençois de seda ou pela embriaguês dos lábios molhados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times; font-size: large;"&gt;FUJA DESTE AMOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times; font-size: large;"&gt;A ame com o AMOR puro, santo, sem lascivia e este só é encontrado na Eternidade que habita em voce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Times; font-size: large;"&gt;O DEUS ETERNO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-2614666604414475225?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/2614666604414475225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=2614666604414475225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/2614666604414475225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/2614666604414475225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2010/01/amor-paixao.html' title='AMOR &amp; PAIXÃO'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/S0Nxm4L9JXI/AAAAAAAACH8/lDHugJtgeQ4/s72-c/2010+amor+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-5756362927866111989</id><published>2009-12-12T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T06:06:27.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O teu Deus....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Olhando nos olhos do noivo, antes de confessar os votos a noiva declarou: “Este dia estava preparado. Deus olhou para os anjos; os anjos, o mar; o mar, as nuvens e, as nuvens se derramaram, finalmente alguém o fisgou!” .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assim Renê e Claudinha fizeram os votos:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ao que o noivo completou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assim é o amor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Diante de Deus e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;testemunhado por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;anjos e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;homens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Laços indissoluveis feito na Eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;"nem as muitas águas poderão apagar este amor..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-5756362927866111989?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/5756362927866111989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=5756362927866111989' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5756362927866111989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5756362927866111989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-teu-deus.html' title='O teu Deus....'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SyOjGpRzzuI/AAAAAAAAB_E/clLqQFA6VTM/s72-c/RC1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-5405604583759186506</id><published>2009-12-07T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:28:33.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retroceder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;É voltar, tornar atrás. Desistir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Melhor retroceder quando olhar nos olhos não trás a verdade à vida a dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quando falar nem sempre denuncia as intenções. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Quando amar pode não significar amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Apenas se conhece no dia a dia partilhado com a verdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Apenas se conhece no sofrimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Apenas se conhece quando se dão a conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Às claras. Sem penumbras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Viam-se às claras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Os olhos de meu velho pai hoje procuram o corpo ágil de quem ainda ama entristecido, pois quem tanto ama não pode mais lhe ouvir, acariciar e servir. Conheciam-se. Eram paginas abertas um ao outro, sem medo e sem perigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sem penumbras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje, ela enferma, é a sombra do que já foi. E meu velho pai sente saudades. Mas, jamais retrocederá porque conhece a quem ama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E você, conhece o amor?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Muitos acham ser o sexo antes do casamento termômetro de excelência ou não. Outros o dinheiro pesa na união. Outros a beleza. Alguns a cultura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Assim muitos desconhecidos se casam para se estranharem sempre. Assim! Não suportarão demais. Não serão pacientes todas as horas. Não sofrerão tudo. Não esperarão sempre... e ... desconhecidos percorrerão caminhos divergentes definitivamente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;E mais um suposto amor morrerá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Melhor retroceder antes de ferir&amp;nbsp;ou ser ferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Melhor retroceder ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-5405604583759186506?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/5405604583759186506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=5405604583759186506' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5405604583759186506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5405604583759186506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2009/12/retroceder.html' title='Retroceder...'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Sx2tzGP7hjI/AAAAAAAAB8k/icqXuq1HS5g/s72-c/retroceder+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-238815133304579762</id><published>2009-11-16T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T03:50:28.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idê Feitosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SwE3M7yVLMI/AAAAAAAAB0E/FsZjlOm2l_4/s1600/sele%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SwE3M7yVLMI/AAAAAAAAB0E/FsZjlOm2l_4/s200/sele%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404661723168058562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;






Como Abigail de Campos, (Campos, sobrenome de solteira) escrevi o livro "Tramas da Paixão", e tenho orado para que o Senhor me possibilite editar os livros que já tenho escrito.


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Tenho ainda outros blogs de mensagens e oração que estão relacionados no topo do blog "Tramas da Paixão."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-238815133304579762?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/238815133304579762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=238815133304579762' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/238815133304579762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/238815133304579762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2009/11/ide-feitosa_16.html' title='Idê Feitosa'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SwE3M7yVLMI/AAAAAAAAB0E/FsZjlOm2l_4/s72-c/sele%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-5116251240046273522</id><published>2009-10-28T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T09:37:58.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seus Sonhos,  Mulher!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SujwPba1jrI/AAAAAAAABvg/X-SCuUG9C0I/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397828301252562610" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SujwPba1jrI/AAAAAAAABvg/X-SCuUG9C0I/s400/4.JPG" style="display: block; height: 312px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Sujvw4ER-YI/AAAAAAAABvY/Pdba7DY8wos/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397827776366639490" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Sujvw4ER-YI/AAAAAAAABvY/Pdba7DY8wos/s400/3.JPG" style="display: block; height: 313px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SujvWorgNCI/AAAAAAAABvQ/J38N2QMvWxc/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397827325559583778" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SujvWorgNCI/AAAAAAAABvQ/J38N2QMvWxc/s400/2.JPG" style="display: block; height: 412px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Estas palavras as escrevi quando inda muito jovem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial;"&gt;quando nenhum de meus sonhos haviam acontecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hoje, muitos já se realizaram. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Felizes ou tristes se desenrolaram sem que os pudesse controlar. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Uns foram bolhas de sabão que ao sabor do vento se desfizeram.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Outros se concretizaram nos sonhos de ver meus filhos, meus netos, minha paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mulher&lt;/b&gt;, seus sonhos não se realizam nos sonhos de outros sonhos!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;São únicos! Pessoais e indissolúveis!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Apenas duas pessoas interferem no realizar dos sonhos:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Voce e Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Voce sonha e Deus os concretiza!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397836662633338322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Suj32H_XFdI/AAAAAAAABvo/FpmWyeu9HTw/s400/5.JPG" style="display: block; height: 335px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Nossos sonhos estão nos pensamentos de Deus e só Ele sabe o que dizer à respeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Eu é que sei que pensamentos tenho a vosso respeito, diz o SENHOR; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;pensamentos de paz e não de mal, para vos dar o fim que desejais."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;O fim que desejamos, são os sonhos que sonhamos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;e sòmente Ele pode nos conceder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;São pensamentos de amor, respeito e Paz. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;E o que não é Paz, não provém do Senhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: Arial; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mulher!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Suju2YIJjCI/AAAAAAAABvI/pPbs9-GV2ww/s1600-h/sonhos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397826771360517154" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Suju2YIJjCI/AAAAAAAABvI/pPbs9-GV2ww/s400/sonhos.JPG" style="display: block; height: 370px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&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/4945180507699265165-5116251240046273522?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/5116251240046273522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=5116251240046273522' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5116251240046273522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5116251240046273522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2009/10/seus-sonhor-mulher.html' title='Seus Sonhos,  Mulher!'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SujwPba1jrI/AAAAAAAABvg/X-SCuUG9C0I/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-8526695618565215222</id><published>2009-10-03T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T06:11:22.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CULPA DE DEUS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SsdMAmWJtPI/AAAAAAAABpo/2Lbs7mkt3p0/s1600-h/8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388359052349256946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SsdMAmWJtPI/AAAAAAAABpo/2Lbs7mkt3p0/s400/8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SsdMAVKzLOI/AAAAAAAABpg/F04w0toSsOs/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388359047738240226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SsdMAVKzLOI/AAAAAAAABpg/F04w0toSsOs/s400/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SsdLnFmqNhI/AAAAAAAABpI/Xmfdh7gIGio/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388358614063396370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SsdLnFmqNhI/AAAAAAAABpI/Xmfdh7gIGio/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388358611858762210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SsdLm9ZCKeI/AAAAAAAABpA/ro8urZ7pzME/s400/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SsdLmBT74VI/AAAAAAAABow/7FZV2Oo4d24/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388358595731251538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SsdLmBT74VI/AAAAAAAABow/7FZV2Oo4d24/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Escolhas erradas originam resultados inesperados. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conseqüentemente - pecado contra o Eterno.
Infelizmente, poucas vezes se opta pela Vontade de Deus.
Deus não erra NUNCA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguma coisa está errada em sua vida?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÃO É CULPA DE DEUS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/4945180507699265165-8526695618565215222?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/8526695618565215222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=8526695618565215222' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/8526695618565215222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/8526695618565215222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2009/10/culpa-de-deus.html' title='CULPA DE DEUS?'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SsdMAmWJtPI/AAAAAAAABpo/2Lbs7mkt3p0/s72-c/8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-2541949711726969288</id><published>2009-05-19T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:52:06.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor e Respeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sempre ouvimos de cá para lá sobre amor e paixão. Muito pouco sobre amor e respeito.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Amor e respeito andam juntos. Parafraseando, a falta de respeito de um destrói &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;pouco a pouco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;o amor do outro;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; morto o amor, o respeito escapa pela janela&lt;/span&gt;. Desrespeito significa egoísmo. Amor absoluto por si próprio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;

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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/ShLOoW_rPvI/AAAAAAAABgI/2skOcicOYS0/s1600-h/AMOR+E+RESPEITO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/ShLOoW_rPvI/AAAAAAAABgI/2skOcicOYS0/s400/AMOR+E+RESPEITO.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337555701150203634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Esta serpente não se doma. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Não é como o cachorrinho que pode ser ensinado. Parece mansa, até doméstica. “podemos conviver com isto, suportar, quem sabe algum dia vai mudar...”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não mudará!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/ShLOR_buICI/AAAAAAAABgA/XQQXByLCoKU/s1600-h/AMOR+E+RESPEITO+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/ShLOR_buICI/AAAAAAAABgA/XQQXByLCoKU/s400/AMOR+E+RESPEITO+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337555316868259874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;O amor não se recupera com buquê de rosas vermelhas, uma linda jóia, carro, jantar especial, camisolas caras ou... uma noite diferente... isso é como o barulho de latas batendo.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Incomoda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ser abençoado, pregar, orar muito, ou ter tamanha fé &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“de transportar montes”&lt;/span&gt; sem o amor e o respeito que deve unir dois corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não tem valor algum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/ShLN6W0wXvI/AAAAAAAABf4/Hu-VIAPQRFA/s1600-h/AMOR+E+RESPEITO+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/ShLN6W0wXvI/AAAAAAAABf4/Hu-VIAPQRFA/s400/AMOR+E+RESPEITO+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337554910830419698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;II Cor.13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;É difícil, mas possível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Pois:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“NÃO HÁ IMPOSSIVEIS PARA DEUS!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;.............................................................................................
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;leia o livro  "Tramas da Paixão"
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/ShLPhrMgBCI/AAAAAAAABgQ/9Rp-dpqSjcA/s1600-h/Capa+do+livro+Tramas+da+Paix%C3%A3o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/ShLPhrMgBCI/AAAAAAAABgQ/9Rp-dpqSjcA/s400/Capa+do+livro+Tramas+da+Paix%C3%A3o.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337556685825246242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-2541949711726969288?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/2541949711726969288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=2541949711726969288' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/2541949711726969288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/2541949711726969288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2009/05/amor-e-respeito.html' title='Amor e Respeito'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/ShLOoW_rPvI/AAAAAAAABgI/2skOcicOYS0/s72-c/AMOR+E+RESPEITO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-8040223570048203686</id><published>2008-10-24T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T05:38:08.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é isto em suas mãos?</title><content type='html'>O desejo em ser igual a todas as nações ao redor, incitou Israel pedir um rei ao Senhor. Assim, Saul, jovem, belo e forte, foi feito rei, atendendo aos anseios do povo.
Dois anos se passaram. Temido e rico, Saul se deixou levar pelo poder. Desobedeceu a Deus e ainda justificou-se ao ser repreendido pelo profeta. Neste dia perdeu a coroa para alguém ainda criança em alguma fazenda de Israel - Davi.
Com tudo nas mãos, a faca e o queijo, Saul não aproveitou o tempo que ainda teria – 40 anos. Um abismo chama outro abismo. Pecado sobre pecado tornou-o amargurado, irascível e de atitudes descontroladas. Se tivesse pedido perdão se humilhando, talvez, outra oportunidade lhe teria dado o Senhor...

Deus é o mesmo ontem, hoje e o será para sempre. O braço do Senhor não está encolhido e nem o seu ouvido surdo.

Quantas vezes estamos com a faca e o queijo nas mãos, mas a vaidade e soberba da vida nos faz esquecidos que nada possuiríamos se O Eterno não o permitisse. Erramos. Não pedimos perdão, não nos humilhamos, não confessamos o pecado, antes nos justificamos acusando circunstancias ou outras pessoas. E, como Saul, passamos lutar pelo que não mais nos pertence. Só um retrospecto nos fará descobrir onde estaríamos sem o primeiro deslize.

&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQG7YcGVudI/AAAAAAAAA8I/bVFwRLBCkRY/s1600-h/o+que+voce+tem+nas+mÃ£os.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260691868279486930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQG7YcGVudI/AAAAAAAAA8I/bVFwRLBCkRY/s400/o+que+voce+tem+nas+m%C3%A3os.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casamento?&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ministério?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Família? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;... ... ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
Não perca a benção por vergonha de se retratar diante de Deus, do cônjuge, da família e se necessário diante da sociedade.


&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Os sacrifícios que agradam a Deus, são um coração quebrantado; um coração quebrantado e contrito, não desprezarás ó Deus.” Salmos51. 17 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Pois assim diz o Alto e Sublime &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que vive para sempre e cujo o nome é santo: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQG7BGGUvXI/AAAAAAAAA8A/k_hpfDXynJU/s1600-h/contrito.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260691467236851058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 438px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQG7BGGUvXI/AAAAAAAAA8A/k_hpfDXynJU/s400/contrito.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-8040223570048203686?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/8040223570048203686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=8040223570048203686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/8040223570048203686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/8040223570048203686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-que-isto-em-suas-mos.html' title='O que é isto em suas mãos?'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQG7YcGVudI/AAAAAAAAA8I/bVFwRLBCkRY/s72-c/o+que+voce+tem+nas+m%C3%A3os.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-3297251462097610453</id><published>2008-10-15T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:45:26.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OPORTUNIDADE PERDIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SPXuuIX7YnI/AAAAAAAAA74/HCRPX4B27c8/s1600-h/UNÃ‡AO+DE+SAUL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257370616314159730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" height="351" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SPXuuIX7YnI/AAAAAAAAA74/HCRPX4B27c8/s400/UN%C3%87AO+DE+SAUL.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Era um qualquer dentre o povo quando foi escolhido. O humilde e tímido jovem do campo que se escondeu dos olhos do povo entre a bagagem, dominou-se sabiamente ao ser desacreditado pelas nações vizinhas não reagindo com violência. Entretanto, dois anos após, ele mesmo manifestou facetas negativas de seu caráter levando-o perder uma grande oportunidade. Este, era Saul, o rei de Israel que perdeu a coroa. Leia em I Samuel 10.



Como Saul é qualquer outro ser humano. Muitas vezes lhe chegam a mão oportunidades que simplesmente não são desfrutadas porque o caráter não moldado pelo Espírito Santo as desperdiça.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257369860976521394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SPXuCKhZsLI/AAAAAAAAA7w/4-EOdb4ks1g/s400/saul_dav.jpg+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esta oportunidade pode ser um emprego. Um(a) futuro(a) ou atual compromisso conjugal. Amizade verdadeira descartada. Um bem não adquirido. Uma família abandonada. Uma palavra mal dita ou maledicência ou suspeita...
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SPXs442BH-I/AAAAAAAAA7o/b24R3vVpfxE/s1600-h/SAUL+E+A+FEITICEIRA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257368602100703202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="237" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SPXs442BH-I/AAAAAAAAA7o/b24R3vVpfxE/s400/SAUL+E+A+FEITICEIRA.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em dois anos, Saul permitiu que obstinação (13:12-13), desobediência (15:11-23), ciúmes, ódio (18:8,19:1 e superstição o desacreditassem diante da família e do povo. Seus desatinos culminaram na procura de alternativa fora de Deus (28:7) e finalmente buscou a morte.

&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que você tem nas mãos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
Foi lhe dado por Deus? É fruto de seu esforço? É o amor da juventude?

Não perca a “coroa” por se deixar dominar por sentimentos e atitudes descontroladas. Paulo disse: “estou crucificado com Cristo. Não mais vivo eu, mas Cristo vive em mim.”

Se você estiver crucificado com Jesus Cristo, não está vivo. Está morto.
Cadáver não sente, não pensa, não deseja, não acusa, não abandona, não agride, não fala.
É quem vive neste “corpo sem vida” – Jesus Cristo, que pensa, sente, deseja, acolhe, fala, ama, suporta e este jamais perderá a “coroa” lhe dada pelo Pai.

&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quem vive em seu suposto “cadáver” perderá a “coroa” por se permitir VIVER.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OPORTUNIDADE PERDIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-3297251462097610453?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/3297251462097610453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=3297251462097610453' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/3297251462097610453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/3297251462097610453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2008/10/oportunidade-perdida.html' title='OPORTUNIDADE PERDIDA'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SPXuuIX7YnI/AAAAAAAAA74/HCRPX4B27c8/s72-c/UN%C3%87AO+DE+SAUL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-1711246603975422295</id><published>2008-08-17T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:22:36.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUNTO ÀS ÁGUAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Não só palavras bem ditas abençoam ou palavras mal ditas amaldiçoam. Confiar em um ser humano como solução aos problemas do momento descartando Deus, faz do confiante maldito.

Confiamos em nossa capacidade intelectual, na saúde, nos bens, nos familiares, esposa(o) etc. Isto é necessário. Um casamento não resiste sem confiança. Um empregado não se mantém empregado se o patrão não lhe dá credito.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235677828549625330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SKjdPskWxfI/AAAAAAAAA3U/wghNWYmkEWk/s400/confian%C3%A7a.JPG" border="0" width="456" height="305" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Confiar sem limite extremando perfeição é dar a luz à traição. Confiar na humanidade mortal do homem é permitir ser amaldiçoado, isto é: ser traído, espoliado, criticado, desacreditado...
Enganoso é o coração! Quem pode compreendê-lo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Apenas Deus é perfeito.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
Entretanto, confiar na inteligência, na saúde, nos bens, nos familiares, esposa(o) porque antes se confia em Deus “cegamente”, crendo ser Ele quem capacita, dá saúde, bens, etc, faz deste humano como a árvore plantada junto às águas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235677436371275042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SKjc43lwDSI/AAAAAAAAA3M/4Nw3J0jSibY/s400/confian%C3%A7a.+2+JPG.JPG" border="0" width="473" height="339" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Assim diz o SENHOR: Maldito o homem que confia no homem,
Mas, bendito é o homem que confia no Deus Eterno." Jeremias 17.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Não importa o desastre que esteja vivendo, amigo, confiando em Deus &lt;strong&gt;"cegamente",&lt;/strong&gt; Ele atravessará com voce este percurso dando-lhe forças e coragem para continuar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-1711246603975422295?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/1711246603975422295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=1711246603975422295' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/1711246603975422295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/1711246603975422295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2008/08/junto-s-guas.html' title='JUNTO ÀS ÁGUAS'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SKjdPskWxfI/AAAAAAAAA3U/wghNWYmkEWk/s72-c/confian%C3%A7a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-5566849945496518246</id><published>2008-08-08T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T07:07:55.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benditas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SJw_96ZWbWI/AAAAAAAAA2c/cXvUciAN280/s1600-h/falando+de+amor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SJw_96ZWbWI/AAAAAAAAA2c/cXvUciAN280/s400/falando+de+amor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232127199977827682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;
Elogios, incentivos, honra dão sentido as palavras:

"Eu te amo!"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"Você está bonita(o)"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"Vai conseguir, vou lhe ajudar"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"Não conseguiria vencer o stress sem a sua ajuda".&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;
Palavras benditas quando verdadeiras,... mas muitas vezes esquecidas com o lufa-lufa da vida.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Há poder nas palavras benditas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;  "Haja luz" e houve luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;  "Sê curado" e o cego foi curado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;  "Amo você" e o desamor é vencido.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Como? quando não se ama mais?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Como, quando palavras adulteras são sopradas ao ouvido amante? Como? quando "fazer amor" é copular?&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Amor, não se faz -  não é como colocar os ingredientes em uma vasília para se fazer um bolo.  Não se cria. Não se projeta.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;DEUS É AMOR!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Amamos, porque fomos feitos à sua imagem e semelhança. Nos é próprio.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Deus não deixa de nos amar, mesmo quando deixamos os seus caminhos. Não nos substitui. Não pede divórcio.Tempestades, terremotos, desencontros podem acontecer, mas o verdadeiro amor sempre continua. Nenhum vento o leva.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;DEUS É AMOR!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;E este Deus amoroso nos diz palavras que devem ser sopradas nos ouvidos do amor jurado em um altar:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SJxPwCf57rI/AAAAAAAAA2s/IYKpQbj-juM/s1600-h/amor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 405px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SJxPwCf57rI/AAAAAAAAA2s/IYKpQbj-juM/s400/amor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232144553820679858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Bem ditas, que de benditas abençoam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-5566849945496518246?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/5566849945496518246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=5566849945496518246' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5566849945496518246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5566849945496518246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2008/08/benditas.html' title='Benditas!'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SJw_96ZWbWI/AAAAAAAAA2c/cXvUciAN280/s72-c/falando+de+amor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-5303435880682019592</id><published>2008-07-22T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T05:59:54.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RECÔNDITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SIbKruqkQzI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Uo9b6cN-I3c/s1600-h/CAVERNA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226087270219793202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SIbKruqkQzI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Uo9b6cN-I3c/s400/CAVERNA2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguns domingos atrás, após a mensagem, o pregador convidou a igreja a se esconder em Deus. Fui à frente, descobrindo que o Senhor queria falar-me ao coração preparando-me para o seu recôndito. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do que o Senhor nos esconde? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interessante!&lt;br /&gt;O Senhor nos esconde dos laços que às ocultas nos armam. Da murmuração de muitos. Da conspiração. Dos lábios mentirosos. Da trama dos homens. Da contenda das línguas.A quem esconde? Apenas esconde os que O temem, os que nEle confiam e os que nEle se refugiam. Entretanto, para estar escondido é preciso ter vestes limpas, mãos e coração puro e andar em integridade de coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amigo (a), Se você está sendo injustiçado invejado ou caluniado e tem pedido ao Senhor que o livre, o salve e o guie, lave as vestes e as mãos, busque a pureza de coração e clame por coração integro. Então, Ele o ouvirá dos céus e o esconderá em seu castelo forte, em sua cidadela fortíssima, em sua rocha e fortaleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembre-se, não saia para saber a quantas anda lá fora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só no recôndito você estará seguro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Permaneça escondido no lugar secreto da presença de Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem está escondido não ouve não sente, não vê, não sabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Está alheio a tudo e a todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem está escondido só fala com o seu protetor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só a ele ouve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só a ele vê. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E, estar escondido é estar nos Santos dos Santos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em meio à nuvem da Glória Eterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SIbJrh8SjbI/AAAAAAAAA18/q8gTzPj8AQI/s1600-h/bendito.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226086167292841394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SIbJrh8SjbI/AAAAAAAAA18/q8gTzPj8AQI/s400/bendito.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-5303435880682019592?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/5303435880682019592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=5303435880682019592' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5303435880682019592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5303435880682019592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2008/07/recndito.html' title='RECÔNDITO'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SIbKruqkQzI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Uo9b6cN-I3c/s72-c/CAVERNA2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-5608630359775590281</id><published>2008-07-15T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T05:06:30.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal ditas que se tornam malditas amaldiçoando</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Um querido amigo desabafou: “ela me acusa tanto de adultério que vou acabar arranjando uma mulher para que suas palavras se tornem verdadeiras.” Separam-se se odiando. Palavras mal ditas amaldiçoaram a ambos porque suspeitas infundadas e mentirosas os destruíram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SHyQHqKskNI/AAAAAAAAA10/uKGGQ8j0mxA/s1600-h/maledicencia.+2jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223208129095569618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="210" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SHyQHqKskNI/AAAAAAAAA10/uKGGQ8j0mxA/s400/maledicencia.+2jpg.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Em um relacionamento a dois, ou em qualquer relacionamento social, as palavras tem poder de fogo alto, ou melhor, de arma de ultima geração. Promessas rotineiras não cumpridas, acusações, mentiras, etc., transformam o animo amoroso do (a) companheiro (a) em desconfiança e dor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bem diz o ditado popular: “água mole em pedra dura tanto bate até que fura”. Um erro não justifica outro. E um erro, em 99,99% não é erro, é pecado contra Deus e contra o próximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lembro-me que para controlar os seis filhos, minha mãe nos fazia decorar versículos. Um destes se tornou poderoso em nossas guerras infantis: “Irmãos, não faleis mal uns dos outros... Tiago 4.11”. Sempre que podíamos, mediante o acontecido, nos defendíamos gritando “&lt;strong&gt;Tiago 4.11&lt;/strong&gt;”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Palavras bem ditas são benditas e abençoam. O elogio, o carinho de uma palavra, muda o semblante triste e desesperançoso. Renova o coração desacreditado de si mesmo e pelos os que o rodeiam.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras bem ditas são bem-aventuranças. Abençoam promovendo a paz.&lt;br /&gt;Ao iniciar seu ministério, à primeira multidão que o seguiu, o Senhor promulgou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SHyP2S-1TJI/AAAAAAAAA1s/nIWeduKnyBQ/s1600-h/Jesus+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223207830814018706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SHyP2S-1TJI/AAAAAAAAA1s/nIWeduKnyBQ/s400/Jesus+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Bem-aventurados somos quando pronunciamos palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bem ditas&lt;/strong&gt; que de &lt;strong&gt;benditas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;abençoam&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-5608630359775590281?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/5608630359775590281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=5608630359775590281' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5608630359775590281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5608630359775590281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2008/07/mal-ditas-que-se-tornam-malditas.html' title='Mal ditas que se tornam malditas amaldiçoando'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SHyQHqKskNI/AAAAAAAAA10/uKGGQ8j0mxA/s72-c/maledicencia.+2jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-8879890717833940612</id><published>2008-07-01T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T06:35:23.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEM PERFEITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Quem dera, nós mulheres, encontrássemos aquele homem sonhado,... Perfeito. Acontece que esta mensagem não se refere ao ser masculino em particular, mas a seres humanos – homem e mulher.&lt;br /&gt;Ser perfeito é uma utopia. Impossível! Só Jesus o foi. Exigir perfeição no casamento é permitir o desmoronar invisível da união. Se qualidades unem, defeitos separam. Antes do casamento, dever-se-ia descobrir se os defeitos do outro são “convivíeis”. Amar pelas qualidades desculpe-me a franqueza, é loucura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Porque todos tropeçamos em muitas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém não tropeça no falar, é perfeito varão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;capaz de refrear também todo o corpo.” Tiago 3.2 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Eu e você tropeçamos em muitas coisas, mas é no tropeçar do falar, que se instaura a insegurança, o desequilíbrio, o inicio do desenlace. Palavras pronunciadas fora de hora dão lugar a desconfiança, suspeita, maledicência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SGovyvQwfjI/AAAAAAAAA1c/fxmqp6wqOeg/s1600-h/Gravuras_Evangelho_O+Velho+Jose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218035666988858930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SGovyvQwfjI/AAAAAAAAA1c/fxmqp6wqOeg/s400/Gravuras_Evangelho_O+Velho+Jose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As palavras da mulher de Potifar lançaram sobre José calunia sem retorno. Prova mentirosa - sua capa nas mãos da mulher, o desacreditou. Não havia como refutar a prova. Empregados foram comprados e sua palavra apenas não bastava.&lt;br /&gt;Não fosse este o propósito de Deus para levar José ao palácio de Faraó, sua vida não teria nenhum valor no contesto bíblico, a não ser no fato de que palavras lançaram suspeitas e destruíram um homem de bem.&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tropeça no falar é capaz de refrear todo corpo. Se for impossível refrear a palavra mal dita, com certeza outros aspectos do viver diário não serão refreados.&lt;br /&gt;Com a língua se diz não para o adultério assumindo a fidelidade. Com a mesma língua palavras carinhosas e construtivas. Com ela louvamos a Deus e devemos cuidar para que com ela mesma não amaldiçoemos os que nos são próximos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SGouGuETDcI/AAAAAAAAA1E/9FC5UY0_-Kg/s1600-h/2007_maca_apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218033987380641810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SGouQ-O9ABI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Y8hhIJu2u_4/s400/2007_maca_apple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-8879890717833940612?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/8879890717833940612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=8879890717833940612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/8879890717833940612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/8879890717833940612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2008/07/homem-perfeito.html' title='HOMEM PERFEITO'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SGovyvQwfjI/AAAAAAAAA1c/fxmqp6wqOeg/s72-c/Gravuras_Evangelho_O+Velho+Jose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-5585047909145139441</id><published>2008-06-11T06:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T07:31:01.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VÍCIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SE_hjdnMr2I/AAAAAAAAAxE/D0CY76nefz4/s1600-h/vamos%2Bamar%2B%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SE_hjdnMr2I/AAAAAAAAAxE/D0CY76nefz4/s400/vamos%2Bamar%2B%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210631293251661666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Viciados em drogas, cigarro, bebida, etc... sofrem de um mesmo assédio: o vício mental. Quem pensa estar liberto do vício físico, mas não aprende libertar-se do vício dos pensamentos certamente voltará a ele.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm -5.65pt 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm -5.65pt 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Outro vicio vem atormentando o ser humano nestes dias: o sexo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm -5.65pt 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm -5.65pt 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Há quem diga ser impossível escapar da sexualidade descomedida do momento sem se entregar a ela, entretanto afirmo que somos tentados quando enganados pelos próprios desejos, ou melhor, quando os “vícios dos pensamentos” ligados ao sexo atormentam de tal forma que a resistência é minada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm -5.65pt 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1cm; text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;“Mas cada um é tentado, quando atraído e engodado pela sua própria &lt;b&gt;concupiscência&lt;/b&gt;. Depois, havendo a &lt;b&gt;concupiscência&lt;/b&gt; concebido, dá à luz o pecado; e o pecado, sendo consumado, gera a morte. Não erreis, meus amados irmãos.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;(Tg 1:13-16)&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 14.15pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Quando atraídos sexualmente pelos desejos do apetite carnal, absolutamente normal no ser humano, mas fora dos preceitos divinos, esses anelos são vis e pervertidos, isto é concupiscente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Concupiscência –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; segundo Aurélio é apetite sexual e, segundo Boyer, é apetite carnal desordenado. “O termo grego... significa, literalmente, desejos, anelos, podendo ser usado tanto em bom quanto em mau sentido”. Entretanto, interpretando o texto acima segundo o comentário do autor, “esses anelos são vis e pervertidos” ... Indicando “os exageros e más intenções das paixões sexuais” (Comentário de Rm 1:24 - N.T. Inter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;É necessário decidir viver em santidade ou não. Ficar em cima do muro justificando-se, mentindo para si mesmo e para o próximo é acrescentar pecado ao pecado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Apetite sexual é vicio desordenado da carne e dos pensamentos. Namorar para ter sexo fácil e sem custo financeiro é absolutamente contrario a santidade exigida por Deus e desrespeito ao companheiro (a).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SE_gPFb_PWI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ZY9zykioMLs/s1600-h/dc_cine_v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SE_gPFb_PWI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ZY9zykioMLs/s400/dc_cine_v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210629843653180770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Melhor ser &lt;b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;achado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; aqui enquanto se tem oportunidade de arrependimento e mudança do que diante do Trono do Deus Todo Poderoso quando toda oportunidade &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;passou.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Leia os livros “Tramas da Paixão” e “No Altar da Idolatria Sexual”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-5585047909145139441?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/5585047909145139441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=5585047909145139441' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5585047909145139441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5585047909145139441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2008/06/vcio.html' title='VÍCIO'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SE_hjdnMr2I/AAAAAAAAAxE/D0CY76nefz4/s72-c/vamos%2Bamar%2B%2811%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-841707178362805315</id><published>2008-05-30T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:22:36.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ISTO É VENCER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Vai enfrentar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SEDRvFXpBII/AAAAAAAAAwE/3MUrKQbm1Vk/s1600-h/Vencer%21+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SEDRvFXpBII/AAAAAAAAAwE/3MUrKQbm1Vk/s400/Vencer%21+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206391776065684610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SEDRvVXpBJI/AAAAAAAAAwM/vi3P__94vdQ/s1600-h/vencer+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SEDRvVXpBJI/AAAAAAAAAwM/vi3P__94vdQ/s400/vencer+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206391780360651922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SEDRc1XpBDI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Dl6Vdl_G1WQ/s1600-h/vencer+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SEDRc1XpBDI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Dl6Vdl_G1WQ/s400/vencer+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206391462533071922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SEDRc1XpBEI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6EaszmqySWo/s1600-h/vecer+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SEDRc1XpBEI/AAAAAAAAAvk/6EaszmqySWo/s400/vecer+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206391462533071938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SEDRdFXpBFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/TrHlwGrEtgA/s1600-h/vencer+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SEDRdFXpBFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/TrHlwGrEtgA/s400/vencer+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206391466828039250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SEDRdFXpBGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/TNMTLL0YOq0/s1600-h/vencer+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SEDRdFXpBGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/TNMTLL0YOq0/s400/vencer+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206391466828039266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SEDRdVXpBHI/AAAAAAAAAv8/zJNWyjPpxpw/s1600-h/vencer+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SEDRdVXpBHI/AAAAAAAAAv8/zJNWyjPpxpw/s400/vencer+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206391471123006578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se diante do primeiro ou dos muitos obstáculos recuarmos, jamais seremos vitoriosos! Vencer tem seu preço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-841707178362805315?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/841707178362805315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=841707178362805315' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/841707178362805315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/841707178362805315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2008/05/isto-vencer.html' title='ISTO É VENCER!'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SEDRvFXpBII/AAAAAAAAAwE/3MUrKQbm1Vk/s72-c/Vencer%21+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-1207829691925801441</id><published>2008-05-26T06:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T07:18:04.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VENÇA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SDq_21XpAoI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ZSE-ULWFDYk/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SDq_21XpAoI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ZSE-ULWFDYk/s400/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204683268140106370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque apenas nos lembramos de Deus quando vivemos momentos cruciais?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nuvens negras, violentas tormentas e terremoto... nos levam pedir socorro ao Deus Eterno que parece estar dormindo. Estes momentos nunca surgem só... &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pavorosos estalos acompanhados de raios que iluminam o passado prazeroso causam a impressão que em algum dia já tenhamos sido felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“No mundo tereis aflições”, disse Jesus. Enfermidades, desastres financeiros, decepção amorosa fazem parte das “aflições” referidas. Não é porque cremos nEle que estaremos isentos como propagam os doutrinadores da Teologia da Prosperidade. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Também é verdadeiro que o Senhor deseja nos prosperar. Mas a profundidade de Deus só o Espírito Santo conhece e perscruta justificando as aflições. Jó, que era um homem próspero e fiel ficou enfermo e perdeu tudo. Foi restaurado, mas a aflição que o assolaria, muito antes existisse estava escrita no Livro Eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Tende bom animo”, completou Jesus, ”eu venci o mundo.” A tempestade pode durar um bom tempo. Um ano, dois, cinco ou mais, ou apenas um dia. Quem venceu consola, ”eu venci...” você vai vencer também. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seu casamento foi destruído por violento terremoto. Sua saúde está sendo vencida por tempestades cruéis que não cessam nunca. A empresa faliu. Desemprego e dívidas se emaranham. Tudo e todos à sua volta corroboram para o desastre emocional...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ainda assim Ele diz, “eu venci”, tende bom animo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SDq_U1XpAmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/kz6bk59c7ME/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SDq_U1XpAmI/AAAAAAAAAr0/kz6bk59c7ME/s400/imagem.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204682684024554082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-1207829691925801441?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/1207829691925801441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=1207829691925801441' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/1207829691925801441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/1207829691925801441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2008/05/vena.html' title='VENÇA!'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SDq_21XpAoI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ZSE-ULWFDYk/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-881877356473906103</id><published>2008-04-18T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:29:21.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não mudei de falas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abordar a sexualidade exposta em novelas, não significa que diversificarei o tema principal – o casamento, a família e a mulher. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Como muitos de meus contatos não são evangélicos, me permito fazer um  esclarecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SAj5uomvdVI/AAAAAAAAAq4/t0VkU9vlACA/s1600-h/inexplicavel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SAj5uomvdVI/AAAAAAAAAq4/t0VkU9vlACA/s400/inexplicavel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190673150113707346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Novos céus, novos planetas, novos buracos negros, novas estrelas, novos ... novos.... O que nós, os neófitos não visualisamos, os cientistas estarrecidos vasculham: um poder, uma eternidade, uma grandeza quase impossível ser entendida e estudada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SAj5Z4mvdUI/AAAAAAAAAqw/5lsetkyGQjo/s1600-h/poeira.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SAj5Z4mvdUI/AAAAAAAAAqw/5lsetkyGQjo/s400/poeira.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190672793631421762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Deixaremos de existir, mas a imensidão continuará intrigando os sábios porque ela testifica, declara a Gloria do Ser Eterno e Criador de todas as coisas - DEUS,  que não compreendem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Não somos apenas carne, somos também espírito e este é eterno como o próprio Deus. Quando o espírito deixar o corpo pela morte, irá se encontrar com o Criador de todas as coisas e o que foi escolhido neste mundo ainda em vida, decidirá o destino eterno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Como existe o bem, existe o mal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:497.25pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\ME1FB1~1\CONFIG~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SAj5CYmvdTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/HKLlOcf5Cbk/s1600-h/for%C3%A7as+antagonicas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SAj5CYmvdTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/HKLlOcf5Cbk/s400/for%C3%A7as+antagonicas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190672389904495922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mas é o homem quem decide quem irá vencer em sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Deus o chama para a pureza, luz, alegria, paz, honestidade, verdade, integridade, fidelidade, amor, etc.&lt;/span&gt; Responda-me: “ o Homem vive isto? Ou tudo absolutamente ao contrário?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chegue você mesmo a conclusão: “ por que o homem é lascivo, irado, criminoso, desonesto, ladrão, mentiroso, infiel, etc...? Por que tantas guerras, corrupção e impunidade?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Esta é a razão do Protesto à Rede Globo. Existe no Brasil, evangélicos e não evangélico que zelam por uma integridade moral – a de Deus.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E isto não religião, amigo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não é ser evangélico.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isto é crer em um Ser Superior inexplicável como o Universo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não é uma imagem que não fala, não vê, não ouve.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ele é real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Experimente você mesmo este Ser Eterno. Não há outro Deus. Não adianta clamar a qualquer outro que dizem existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;CLIQUE NA IMAGEM PARA AMPLIAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SAj4xImvdSI/AAAAAAAAAqg/YZmcHoWdM3Y/s1600-h/biblia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SAj4xImvdSI/AAAAAAAAAqg/YZmcHoWdM3Y/s400/biblia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190672093551752482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-881877356473906103?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/881877356473906103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=881877356473906103' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/881877356473906103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/881877356473906103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-mudei-de-falas.html' title='Não mudei de falas.'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SAj5uomvdVI/AAAAAAAAAq4/t0VkU9vlACA/s72-c/inexplicavel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-50226424369754227</id><published>2008-03-14T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T04:07:53.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Por que fui abandonada?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R9p8qTe7qhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/EHuhWeFRimo/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R9p8qTe7qhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/EHuhWeFRimo/s400/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177587787842169362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;É a pergunta que a bonita e jovem mulher temente a Deus se faz todos os dias. Não só ela, mas muitas outras mulheres e também alguns homens abandonados por suas esposas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Por que  quem conhecia tão bem mudou tanto?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Por que foi infiel ao contrato de fidelidade no casamento?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Por que não me tem nem mais afeição natural?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“Por que é irreconciliável?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Por que não é misericordioso?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Não sei responder estas perguntas, ou melhor, tenho tantas respostas que não tenho nenhuma, ou melhor, a ausência do TEMOR AO SENHOR é a única resposta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ao afastarem-se da verdade da Palavra de Deus, justificando atitudes usando a própria Bíblia e desprezando o conhecimento do Eterno, homens e mulheres provocam a ira do Deus Eterno que os entrega à disposição mental para fazerem coisas que não convém.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;São entregues por Deus ao pecado!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Amiga(o), não tente entender o porquê da transformação radical de quem conheceu por tanto anos e nem queira voltar para alguém entregue por Deus à disposição mental reprovável.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Vou afirmar algo que será escândalo para alguns:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Se voltar, o sofrimento será duplicado!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Não estou me opondo à “o que uniu Deus não separe o homem”. Pelo contrario, jamais uma família deveria se desfazer. Mas, se alguém por falta de Temor a Deus, se separou e foi entregue por Ele ao pecado, não volte. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Como reconhecer quem foi abandonado por Deus?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Uma querida amiga missionária me respondeu em Romanos 1.28-31.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;“São cheios de injustiça, malícia, avareza e maldade; possuídos de inveja, homicídio, contenda, dolo e malignidade; sendo difamadores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;caluniadores, aborrecidos de Deus, insolentes, soberbos, presunçosos, inventores de males, desobedientes aos pais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;insensatos, pérfidos, sem afeição natural e sem misericórdia.”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;meu conhecido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; advogado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; e descrente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, afirmou um dia: “não existe lugar onde se sinta mais a presença de demônios como o corredor da Vara da Família em um Fórum”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Esteja atento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Uns Deus entrega ao pecado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Outros se entregam ao pecado sem a permissão de Deus.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Porque seu cônjuge acontece no mundo, não queira mostrar que você também pode. Não se entregue ao pecado da luxuria quando não foi você o entregue por Deus. Não peque!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Não viva das lembranças passadas. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Recomece em santidade. O Senhor lhe dará força para superar todas as dificuldades. Não será fácil, mas é possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu posso lhe testemunhar isto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/4945180507699265165-50226424369754227?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/50226424369754227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=50226424369754227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/50226424369754227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/50226424369754227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2008/03/por-que-fui-abandonado.html' title='&quot;Por que fui abandonada?&quot;'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R9p8qTe7qhI/AAAAAAAAAd0/EHuhWeFRimo/s72-c/6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-5539597975895165463</id><published>2008-02-16T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T17:24:31.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogo de interesses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ouvi dois homens conversando despreocupadamente pouco se dando com quem poderia estar ouvindo:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Vai morar com ela?”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Estou resolvendo algumas pendências... você precisa ver, cara... a casa dela é bem montadinha e a geladeira vive cheia”,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“O que está esperando então, paga alguma coisa, tipo água ou condomínio”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“A água já está inclusa no condomínio... mas eu pago qualquer coisa e as despesas que tenho agora vão diminuir muito... primeiro vou arranjar um lugar para colocar o que tenho...”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Como rendeu esta conversa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amor?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não! Negócio. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Troca: sexo &amp;amp; interesses. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não pense que só o homem age assim. Fico imaginando se a mulher em questão, não pensava se o  negocio seria lucrativo ou não, a menos que estivesse muito apaixonada, isto é, cega para perceber o jogo de interesse. Apenas prazer. Descompromisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Penso eu, que não seja este o caso de crentes evangélicos. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mas o jogo pode acontecer até mesmo entre cristãos. Ter vida sexual fora do casamento ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;morar com alguém, ou melhor, com a namorada ou namorado não é a união sonhada pelo Deus Eterno quando disse: “deixará o homem pai e mãe e se unirá a sua mulher”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Amigo (a), cuidado. Este jogo é traiçoeiro. Mortal. Busque em Deus quem amar. Alguns discordam que Deus possa interferir nas emoções, mas amo a um Deus que é amor e que por ser amor e viver em nós, nos condiciona à construção de relacionamento sadio se assim o desejarmos. O verdadeiro amor é puro. Santo. Desinteressado. Compromissado. Leal e fiel. E são estes os ingredientes na formação da Família. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R7eGo0yFU2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/HI7TXOQ1Peo/s1600-h/projeto+de+Deus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R7eGo0yFU2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/HI7TXOQ1Peo/s400/projeto+de+Deus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167747133352530786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-5539597975895165463?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/5539597975895165463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=5539597975895165463' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5539597975895165463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5539597975895165463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2008/02/jogo-de-interesses.html' title='Jogo de interesses.'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R7eGo0yFU2I/AAAAAAAAAXM/HI7TXOQ1Peo/s72-c/projeto+de+Deus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-3433028062875426001</id><published>2008-01-24T03:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T04:17:41.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R5h5tb3OjhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1Dn__SzIFTU/s1600-h/viver.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159007194633375250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R5h5tb3OjhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1Dn__SzIFTU/s400/viver.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R5h5tr3OjiI/AAAAAAAAATA/Qqj1SQ9_UVE/s1600-h/vida+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tente me convencer que apenas mulheres sonham ou amam. Não é verdade. Sonhar e amar não é privilégio feminino, mas é verdade que sendo mais alma; o que não é privilégio, é obsessão. A mulher abre mão, renuncia, se anula, prejudica em favor de sonhos e amor. Ao ser trocada, traída, abandonada passa por fase crítica que pode durar o resto da vida se não se ajudar e for ajudada. Muitos a censuram nesta fase. Posso entender. Sou mulher e passei por isto. Contei com ajuda, outras vezes não quis ajuda. Contei com braços e ombros amigos. Em alguns me derramei, de outros fugi. Uns me criticaram, outros me abençoaram. Julgada culpada por muitos, por poucos fui inocentada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta fase, o romantismo se perde do otimismo na previsão de futuro amargo e a vontade de viver se torna frágil. Sobreviver a tudo motiva garra imprudente que não admite derrota e nisto está o perigo. A perda de quem se amou e confiou até que a morte os separasse é adversário extremamente perigoso devido as inúmeras forças que lutam na alma.&lt;br /&gt;“porque não?”&lt;br /&gt;“fizeram comigo...”&lt;br /&gt;Não faça alguém trocar, trair, abandonar o lar por você!&lt;br /&gt;Não seja agora motivo de dor e sofrimento de outra família. Não roube o amor de outrem!&lt;br /&gt;Por mais deliciosa que seja a tentação, não perca a razão!&lt;br /&gt;A hombridade!&lt;br /&gt;O temor a Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Não perca Deus por um amor inconseqüente!&lt;br /&gt;Ele lhe ama infinitamente e lhe dará força para viver e não para sobreviver.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe! Construa novamente a vida e os concretize com o amor que vem de Deus – puro e santo, AINDA que não recupere o antigo amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DEUS é Deus dos impossíveis. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159011193247927874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 446px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="278" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R5h9WL3OjkI/AAAAAAAAATQ/kyZVJp3A7mY/s400/vida+1.JPG" width="482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Leia o livro “Tramas da Paixão”. &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/4945180507699265165-3433028062875426001?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/3433028062875426001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=3433028062875426001' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/3433028062875426001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/3433028062875426001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2008/01/viver.html' title='VIVER!'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R5h5tb3OjhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/1Dn__SzIFTU/s72-c/viver.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-3217031179166526674</id><published>2007-12-28T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T08:58:00.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ama ou nunca Amou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148994954903359122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="120" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R3TnoYVLDpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fGKilvuYD2w/s200/_39277229_030714divorcio300.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fico pensando no que faz uma pessoa largar tudo para traz para um novo começo quando não tem nem idéia em como tudo vai acabar. Muitos dizem:"A experiência é valida", "se não experimentar, como vou saber?". Concordo, desde que a experiência seja individual, única, sem arrastar outras pessoas e que não destrua vidas ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Imagine a opção que tomaria um empresário ao constatar que sua empresa está afundando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;acabaria com a falida, venderia, doaria, etc... e sumiria do mapa&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;recuperaria com reformas, diminuição da folha de pagamento, procuraria profissionais competentes na área&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;venderia a empresa e recomeçaria de novo em outro lugar, atingindo outro mercado depois de muito assessoramento&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;chutaria o pau da barraca abandonando empregados, investimentos, etc, e partiria para novo empreendimento como se a antiga nunca tivesse existido&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;Que fazer quando um casamento está implodindo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;Infelizmente o que assistimos com frequência é o chutar do pau da barraca inconseqüentemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148992502477033090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R3TlZoVLDoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0Wm8rZLLFSc/s400/amor.JPG" width="437" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O casamento é um investimento para o futuro. É o futuro dos filhos bem posicionados na vida. É o futuro do casal no compartilhar dos cabelos brancos, rugas, doenças e morte. É o investimento no amor, no companheirismo, nas alegrias e tristezas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;"E quando o amor acaba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;O amor acaba quando não se quer pagar &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;o preço do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e ... penso comigo, neste caso na verdade, o amor nunca existiu. Quem ama sempre &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;paga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; o preço do amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;"Nos casamos por amor e o casamento acabou!!!" Me desculpe, um dos conjuges não se casou por amor. Era paixão, companheirismo, amizade, interesse, porque o "&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;amor jamais acaba". &lt;/span&gt;O amor não troca quem já foi jovem por alguém mais jovem... O amor não barganha o compartilhar pela aventura... O amor não se desfaz de um passado de conquistas, tristezas e alegrias por um presente sem história e por um futuro incógnito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;Pode-se pensar que esqueceu ou esquecerá quem amou (mas ainda ama) ou nunca amou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;"SER OU NÃO SER, EIS A QUESTÃO".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMA OU NUNCA AMOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-3217031179166526674?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/3217031179166526674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=3217031179166526674' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/3217031179166526674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/3217031179166526674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2007/12/fico-pensando-no-que-faz-uma-pessoa.html' title='Ama ou nunca Amou!'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R3TnoYVLDpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/fGKilvuYD2w/s72-c/_39277229_030714divorcio300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-7755542185270815735</id><published>2007-11-27T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T04:59:07.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisões Difíceis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0xleI6HoUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6vHzwzr_xzw/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137592843384627522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="160" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0xleI6HoUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6vHzwzr_xzw/s320/image002.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existem decisões difíceis de tomar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma delas é retomar um casamento desfeito há alguns anos.&lt;br /&gt;Não estou dizendo ser impossível. Mas um casal separado há algum tempo, vivendo situações completamente antagônicas, tornam-se duas pessoas estranhas uma a outra. Novas ocupações, superações, emoções, interesses tomam o lugar do antigo,... é como aquela roupa velha, usada, fora de moda e guardada por muito tempo, ou melhor, jogada em qualquer lugar que é substituída por guarda-roupa novo e moderno. Acontece geralmente que a roupa velha é sempre mais gostosa de usar, ainda mais quando estressados e querendo descansar.&lt;br /&gt;A roupa nova tem suas vantagens, mas há momento que o queremos é o aconchego da velha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No casamento encontramos a mesma dificuldade. Os casais se separam e tornam-se diferentes. Casa nova, novos amigos, novas roupas, novos interesses, novos problemas e novo companheiro (a)... Mas... a nova vida, por mais interessante que seja, sempre dá sensação que falta alguma coisa. É a nostalgia de algo que se gostaria de ver somada à nova vida, com exceção “aquelas coisas” estressantes que motivaram a separação.&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento se descobre que “coisas estressantes” existem em qualquer relacionamento. Existiam no velho, existirão no novo e, até onde tenho conhecimento, de forma bem mais complicadas e mais difícil de contornar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insatisfação. Comparações. Desamor.&lt;br /&gt;Nova procura&lt;/strong&gt;... imaginando-se conseguir outro alguém que preencherá o oco. Assim muitos se casam e descasam-se levando consigo os fantasmas de outros amores ou paixões frustradas.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Kanitz não é evangélico, nem um teólogo radical firmado em duros conceitos bíblicos, mas escreveu – Veja (14/09/05): &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"O segredo do casamento não é a harmonia eterna... O segredo, no fundo, é renovar o casamento, e não procurar um casamento novo... Se fosse um casamento novo, você certamente passaria a freqüentar lugares desconhecidos, mudaria de casa ou apartamento, trocaria seu guarda-roupa, os discos, o corte de cabelo e a maquiagem. Mas tudo isso pode ser feito sem que você se separe de seu cônjuge. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0xls46HoVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/t7GoOJYVeUg/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137593096787698002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="125" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0xls46HoVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/t7GoOJYVeUg/s320/Image1.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ser honestos: ninguém agüenta a mesma mulher ou marido por trinta anos com a mesma roupa, o mesmo batom, com os mesmos amigos, com as mesmas piadas. Muitas vezes não é sua esposa que está ficando chata e mofada, são os amigos dela (e talvez os seus), são seus próprios móveis com a mesma desbotada decoração. Se você se divorciasse, certamente trocaria tudo, que é justamente um dos prazeres da separação. Quem se separa se encanta com a nova vida, a nova casa, um novo bairro, um novo círculo de amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se você se separar, sua nova esposa vai querer novos filhos, novos móveis, novas roupas, e você ainda terá a pensão dos filhos da união anterior.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, descubra o novo homem ou a nova mulher que vive a seu lado, em vez de sair por aí tentando descobrir um novo e interessante par. " &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stephen Kanitz é administrador por Harvard (&lt;a href="http://www.kanitz.com.br/veja/segredo.asp"&gt;http://www.kanitz.com.br/veja/segredo.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) leia ainda mensagem recebida pelo colunista em &lt;a href="http://www.kanitz.com.br/veja/cartas.htm"&gt;http://www.kanitz.com.br/veja/cartas.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sobre este artigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0xm8Y6HoXI/AAAAAAAAANI/IFFCUO1jEKc/s1600-h/vinhoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137594462587298162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0xm8Y6HoXI/AAAAAAAAANI/IFFCUO1jEKc/s320/vinhoo.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Todos costumam pôr primeiro o bom vinho e, quando já beberam fartamente, servem o inferior; tu, porém, guardaste o bom vinho até agora.” &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;João 2.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Clique em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sossecretgarden2.blogspot.com/2007/11/roupa-velha.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Roupa Velha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; e complete esta mensagem.&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/4945180507699265165-7755542185270815735?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/7755542185270815735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=7755542185270815735' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/7755542185270815735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/7755542185270815735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2007/11/decises-difceis.html' title='Decisões Difíceis'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0xleI6HoUI/AAAAAAAAAM0/6vHzwzr_xzw/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-5025118247856527184</id><published>2007-11-21T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T06:44:14.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Arte do Casamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ser feliz no casamento é uma arte que não se aprende na escola e nem sempre é o ensinado pelos mais antigos, a realidade vivida por eles é outra hoje. Não é a ministrada nos encontro de casais, nos aconselhamentos ou nos livros. Continuo afirmando ser uma arte. É a arte de conviver com alguém de outra confraria familiar, social e cultural. A Bíblia ensina coexistir com os paradoxos familiares, mas o pincel deste quadro está nas mãos que se fizeram "Um". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135303274499816850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 497px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0RDHsJ2PZI/AAAAAAAAALE/E_Z5R9TsrU8/s400/so6.JPG" width="473" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Se um quiser o vermelho e o outro o verde, ou se um preferir a tinta que um terceiro possue, a pintura deste quadro ou não acontecerá ou será sem gosto, sem arte, sem vida.&lt;br /&gt;Procurar outra tinta não é o remédio.&lt;br /&gt;Brigar com o outro por não possuir a tinta que o terceiro possue, é incoerente. São nos arranca-rabos, os desentendimentos, que se aprende sofrer, crer, esperar, suportar...&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta argumentar que este é o casamento dos mais antigos!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Que eu saiba, o comentarista e escritor &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephen Kanitz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, vive no século XXI e não é evangélico. Em seu artigo (Veja 14/09/05), o “Segredo do Casamento”, escreveu, o que parece, conflito do antigo com o moderno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Hoje em dia o divórcio é inevitável, não dá para escapar. Ninguém agüenta conviver com a mesma pessoa por uma eternidade. Eu, na realidade, já estou em&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0QnVcJ2PUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QfvYtA7CYLQ/s1600-h/7+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135272724397440322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0QnVcJ2PUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/QfvYtA7CYLQ/s320/7+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; meu terceiro casamento – a única diferença é que me casei três vezes com a mesma mulher. Minha esposa, se não me engano, está em seu quinto, porque ela pensou em pegar as malas mais vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0QlF8J2PSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TvCM2iyA6z0/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; do que eu.”&lt;br /&gt;“O segredo do casamento não é a harmonia eterna. Depois dos inevitáveis arranca-rabos, a solução é ponderar, se acalmar e partir de novo com a mesma mulher. O segredo, no fundo, é renovar o casamento, e não procurar um casamento novo. Isso exige alguns cuidados e preocupações que são esquecidos no dia-a-dia do casal. De tempos em tempos, é preciso renovar a relação. De tempos em tempos, é preciso voltar a namorar, voltar a cortejar, voltar a se vender, seduzir e ser seduzido.” &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0Qm2cJ2PTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0llHlWm6NFY/s1600-h/7+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0QqFsJ2PYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mZepNww0isw/s1600-h/pes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135275752349384066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0QqFsJ2PYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/mZepNww0isw/s200/pes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se desejar conferir esta sabedoria, enviarei o artigo em sua íntegra. Entre em contato. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0QplcJ2PXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/dn8u4t2L3As/s1600-h/pes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0QpVcJ2PWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/LKmUlWkuEPE/s1600-h/pes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar é começar de novo. Recomeçar dá trabalho, é caro, requer abnegação e humildade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não recomece com outro(a), case-se novamente com seu cônjuge! Dê uma grande festa e me convide, se possível, irei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-5025118247856527184?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/5025118247856527184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=5025118247856527184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5025118247856527184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5025118247856527184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2007/11/arte-do-casamento.html' title='A Arte do Casamento'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/R0RDHsJ2PZI/AAAAAAAAALE/E_Z5R9TsrU8/s72-c/so6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-2731725941005975493</id><published>2007-11-12T03:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T02:58:30.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entranhado Amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/RzhHNKzdUzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3lEWQrcnuEc/s1600-h/davi2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131930066952737586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/RzhHNKzdUzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3lEWQrcnuEc/s320/davi2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assim como óvulo fecundado entranhado na profundeza do ventre materno interagem-se numa simbiose perfeita, era o amor de Davi por seu Deus e de seu Deus por Davi. Gerado nas entranhas de Deus, Davi guardava-o, alimentava-o, defendia-o.&lt;br /&gt;Permito-me imaginar o louvor do pequeno adorador, entre as ovelhas, sob o céu estrelado. O próprio Eterno saía do esplendor de sua glória para extasiar-se ouvindo a voz delicada que o adorava.&lt;br /&gt;...............................&lt;br /&gt;Deus e Davi. Entranhado amor!&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;br /&gt;Simbiose perfeita entre o Ser adorado e o adorador. Um o Criador, outro o ser criado. Um Deus, outro homem. Até que depois de muitas vitórias e de sujeitar muitos povos, o adorador desviou o olhar do alto e viu uma mulher.&lt;br /&gt;.................................................&lt;br /&gt;O homem que, para cada decisão do reino ou das guerras, consultava ao Senhor, diante da batalha mais acirrada de sua existência não parou para pensar. Não se lembrou do Decálogo de Moisés: "&lt;em&gt;não cobiçarás a mulher do teu próximo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Êx 20:1-17 - texto selecionado).&lt;/span&gt; Não dobrou os seus joelhos. Não pediu conselho a um amigo. Não fugiu para o interior do palácio. Não buscou os braços de uma de suas esposas. Antes se entregou ao desvario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre Davi! Não sabia que o cansaço pela monotonia da guerra lhe traria tantos dissabores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Textos selecionados e extraído do livro "Tramas da Paixão")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A Palavra de &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/RzhFlqzdUuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/BtVmjbBfoRc/s1600-h/Tramas+-+blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deus não esconde o pecado e as suas conseqüências. Lendo a vida do grande rei de Israel, amado e separado por Deus como Homem segundo o Seu coração, descobrim&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/RzhGFazdUwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lQun2Jm65l8/s1600-h/Capa+do+livro+Tramas+da+PaixÃ£o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131928834297123586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="312" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/RzhGFazdUwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lQun2Jm65l8/s320/Capa+do+livro+Tramas+da+Paix%C3%A3o.JPG" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;os que Ser Humano algum sobre a face da terra e em qualquer era, pode se julgar tão santo que seja imune à luxuria. Por mais amado que fosse Davi, para que eu e você soubéssemos que apenas o Temor a Deus nos impede de ferir a santidade do Altíssimo em nossas vidas, é que sua história foi escrita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Tramas da Paixão" relata esta historia fazendo um paralelo com problemas conjugais modernos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Leia este livro e o divulgue para que abençoe vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4945180507699265165-2731725941005975493?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/2731725941005975493/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=2731725941005975493' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/2731725941005975493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/2731725941005975493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2007/11/entranhado-amor.html' title='Entranhado Amor!'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/RzhHNKzdUzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3lEWQrcnuEc/s72-c/davi2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-348000980213916660</id><published>2007-11-08T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:14:31.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Que?</title><content type='html'>Após ter recebido e-mail, comentários neste blog e ao blog &lt;a href="http://sossecretgarden2.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sossecretgarden2.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; por de alguns leitores, percebi que as postagens Monotonia, Solidão e Comparações são problemas bastante comuns no casamento. Entendo que estas dificuldades são reais e infelizmente, é um caminhar a passos largos para o desenlace. Quando acontecem, muita coisa já aconteceu antes. São consequências de um mal já existente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase todo câncer tem cura quando o diagnóstico é precoce. A questão complica quando é percebido em estado muito avançado. O que era um pequeno nódulo se transforma em peçonha mortal que estende raízes afetando outros órgãos.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/RzM1YKzdUmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GJcasQBVY1E/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130503089838445154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/RzM1YKzdUmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GJcasQBVY1E/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As campanhas do governo advertem fazer mamografia, descobrir caroços, não fumar, ter refeições saudáveis, fazer exercícios como preservação à cruel enfermidade. Ainda assim muitos com medo de descobrir a triste realidade preferem ignorar, permitindo assim a Morte se avizinhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo acontece com o casamento. No começo, apenas um pequeno nódulo de uma doença mortal. Os conjuges muitas vezes preferem ignorar uma palavra dura, um aniversário esquecido, uma insatisfação por achar mais fácil manter incógnito. Enquanto isto, a morte estende seus tentáculos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que&lt;/strong&gt; permitir chegar a situações quase insuperáveis? Mortais! Não há como prever?&lt;br /&gt;Com certeza existe como preservar o casamento.&lt;br /&gt;Duas pessoas que se amaram no namoro e noivado, não perdem o amor como se perde um celular em algum lugar, ou então nunca se amaram. Tanto eu como você, tomamos cuidados para não perder o celular ou tê-lo roubado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/RzNWHKzdUnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ikMyi7vIyCs/s1600-h/0,,11444281-EX,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130539081664385650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/RzNWHKzdUnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ikMyi7vIyCs/s200/0,,11444281-EX,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que&lt;/strong&gt; então não ter cuidados para que o amor não seja roubado?&lt;br /&gt;Estamos tão ocupados com o dia-a-dia que não percebemos os sinais que alguma coisa não vai bem. Os caroços malignos, as refeições apressadas, os vícios, a falta de exercícios, isto é: cuidados... adoecem o casamento... e permitem que o amor seja roubado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que&lt;/strong&gt;, aproveitando a ocasião, você não pega um papel, um lápis e não faz uma lista do que existia no namoro e noivado e que não existe no seu casamento hoje?&lt;br /&gt;Procure os responsáveis e as situações que as ocasionaram. Não adianta fazer sozinho(a)... vocês são um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre no blog sossecretgarden, a partir da primeira postagem &lt;a href="http://sossecretgarden2.blogspot.com/2007/07/vinho-novo.html"&gt;Vinho Novo&lt;/a&gt; . Medite nestas verdades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-348000980213916660?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/348000980213916660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=348000980213916660' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/348000980213916660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/348000980213916660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2007/11/aps-o-retorno-este-blog-ao-blog.html' title='Por Que?'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/RzM1YKzdUmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GJcasQBVY1E/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-4121781702999313911</id><published>2007-11-01T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T03:33:33.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;A solidão dentro do casamento é como a febre para infecção. É um alerta que alguma coisa não vai bem.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o marido ou a esposa, passam momentos solitários, dando desculpas de cansaço, sono etc, (não radicalize, pode ser cansaço ou sono mesmo), alguma coisa pode estar acontecendo.&lt;br /&gt;Ou o cônjuge está tão envolvido em afazeres que não tem tempo para o outro que deseja companhia e atenção, ou pensamento obscuro ocupa o momento do solitário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127902908436049874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Ryn4hsQF79I/AAAAAAAAAGs/v_F9In2JSCM/s400/nacama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Comparações... de um e de outro...&lt;br /&gt;A esposa que não trabalha fora, mas vive às voltas com os cuidados do lar, geralmente quer compensar o marido cansado com carinhos e mordomias. Conseguirá tirar-lhe os pensamentos do palco da vida? Quanta novidade no dia-a-dia fora do lar! Pessoas, contatos, literaturas, olhares - enquanto em casa, mesmice até nos interessantes jogos e fantasias sexuais. E a falta de novidades provoca solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Estou exagerando? Com certeza, não. Ninguém pode declarar-se imune. Só Jesus foi tentado em todas as coisas e não pecou!&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos cansamos da mesmice somos invadidos pela solidão...&lt;br /&gt;O quarto da alma. Quanta coisa se passa no quarto da alma... no silêncio dos pensamentos!&lt;br /&gt;Momento perigoso!&lt;br /&gt;É hora de parar! O sinal de alerta está piscando! O perigo está logo à frente. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; (Texto extraído do livro "Tramas da Paixão")&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/4945180507699265165-4121781702999313911?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/4121781702999313911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=4121781702999313911' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/4121781702999313911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/4121781702999313911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2007/11/solido-dentro-do-casamento-como-febre.html' title='Comparações'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Ryn4hsQF79I/AAAAAAAAAGs/v_F9In2JSCM/s72-c/nacama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-8948780654904510276</id><published>2007-09-28T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T10:41:01.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmice e Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Rv08kpi_tuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/330s9zaStEM/s1600-h/Relogio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115311352088344290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Rv08kpi_tuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/330s9zaStEM/s200/Relogio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eterna mesmice da vida! Tudo igual!&lt;br /&gt;Acontece com qualquer um! Que proveito há em tanto trabalho? O médico se cansa de operar. O engenheiro de construir. O padre das mesmas rezas. O cozinheiro do calor do fogão. A mãe do choro do filho. O marido da cobrança da esposa.&lt;br /&gt;O relógio comanda o tempo apressando os relacionamentos. A paixão não move mais o amor. Os interesses são egoístas. E a busca dos prazeres carnais são os motivos que levam à modorra dos pensamentos na procura de algo novo que surpreenda.&lt;br /&gt;Em casa cada um providencia seu descanso. A televisão toma conta dos momentos a dois; o futebol, a novela, o quase nenhum diálogo, o atendimento às necessidades dos filhos adicionam-se para o desligamento das emoções conturbadas ao desejo de estar só!&lt;br /&gt;A esposa que trabalha fora, lisonjeada pela corte atrevida do elogio em voz baixa e sensual é surpreendida pelas emoções adormecidas tanto tempo e pela invasão dos pensamentos que chamam à solidão...&lt;br /&gt;O marido, escarrapachado no sofá da sala, de olhos semicerrados traz à lembrança um vestido provocante, um sorriso, o perfume... mais uma vez... solidão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Texto extraído do livro "Tramas da Paixão")&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/4945180507699265165-8948780654904510276?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/8948780654904510276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=8948780654904510276' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/8948780654904510276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/8948780654904510276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2007/09/eterna-mesmice-da-vida-tudo-igual.html' title='Mesmice e Solidão'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Rv08kpi_tuI/AAAAAAAAAF0/330s9zaStEM/s72-c/Relogio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-1446482679850217033</id><published>2007-09-09T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:36:59.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monotonia no casamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/RuR0lvDio4I/AAAAAAAAADs/-CSeFuZ8zF0/s1600-h/pensando.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108336068980286338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/RuR0lvDio4I/AAAAAAAAADs/-CSeFuZ8zF0/s400/pensando.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo começa com a monotonia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Os gritos das crianças pela casa.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A falta de dinheiro ou a abundancia do mesmo ocasionando gastos desnecessários.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O lazer a dois, quando muito, anual... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;... motivam a infidelidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Costume é monótono. É sempre a mesma coisa. É lutar, ser ferido, quase morrer... é vencer. É novamente lutar, ser ferido e voltar para casa cansado, contando as glórias e descansar à sombra dos seus.&lt;br /&gt;Costume é ver os mesmos rostos à volta da mesa ao jantar. A esposa preocupada com o filho mais novo, a filha reclamando do vestido... Costume é o que se assiste todos os dias sem qualquer variação.&lt;br /&gt;No escritório, no hospital, na sala de aula, na empresa, na construção. Terminado o dia, o experiente lutador quer descansar no recanto do lar. Um descuido aqui, outro ali, somado à preocupação com dívidas, cobranças familiares, cansaço, estresse e, ainda, a falta de tempo para um relacionamento diário com Deus, fazem do monótono costume de sair à guerra do dia-a-dia uma obrigação pesada, que nem todo amor é capaz de motivar.&lt;br /&gt;Momento delicado o do outono!&lt;br /&gt;Na pretensiosa “idade do lobo”, divagações perseguem o guerreiro: “Estou envelhecendo!... A vida passa e tudo que faço é lutar! Não vivo! Preciso novos ares, novos contatos, outros rostos, novos interesses, conhecer mais intimamente outras pessoas... trabalho e família estão me esmagando.” &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Texto extraído do livro "Tramas da Paixão")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O que fazer quando a monotonia invade o casamento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4945180507699265165-1446482679850217033?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/1446482679850217033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=1446482679850217033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/1446482679850217033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/1446482679850217033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2007/09/monotonia-no-casamento.html' title='Monotonia no casamento'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/RuR0lvDio4I/AAAAAAAAADs/-CSeFuZ8zF0/s72-c/pensando.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-4650313090314635380</id><published>2007-07-19T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T16:18:15.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SER FELIZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Rp_GAPy2A2I/AAAAAAAAABM/_QG0sUnu92s/s1600-h/amo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089003811494036322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Rp_GAPy2A2I/AAAAAAAAABM/_QG0sUnu92s/s320/amo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Durante um seminário para casais, perguntaram à uma esposa:&lt;br /&gt;- "seu marido lhe faz feliz ?"; - "ele lhe faz feliz de verdade ?" Neste momento, o marido levantou seu pescoço, demonstrando segurança. Ele sabia que sua esposa diria que sim, pois ela jamais havia reclamado de algo durante o casamento.Todavia, sua esposa respondeu com um "Não", bem redondo... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- “Não, ele não me faz feliz".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neste momento, o marido já procurava a porta de saída mais próxima. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- “Não me "faz" feliz... Eu sou feliz". O fato de eu ser feliz ou não, não depende dele e sim de mim.Eu sou a única pessoa da qual depende a minha felicidade.Eu determino ser feliz em cada situação e em cada momento da minha vida; pois se a minha felicidade dependesse de alguma pessoa, coisa ou circunstância, sobre a face da terra, eu estaria com sérios problemas.Tudo o que existe nesta vida muda constantemente... O ser humano, as riquezas, meu corpo, o clima, meu chefe, os prazeres, etc. E assim poderia citar uma lista interminável. Às demais coisas eu chamo "experiências"; esqueço-me das experiências passageiras e vivo as que são eternas; amar, perdoar, ajudar, compreender, aceitar, consolar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembro-me de viver de modo eterno&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez seja por isso que quando alguém me faz perguntas como esta: "Você é feliz no seu casamento?" ou "Você é feliz?", gosto de responder com apenas uma frase,como se esta fosse a conclusão de todo o seminário,como se esta fosse a chave de toda a felicidade, de todo matrimônio e de toda vida humana; gosto de responder com aquela velha e famosa frase que ainda não conseguimos compreender:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A felicidade está centrada em mim".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há pessoas que dizem: "Hoje não posso ser feliz porque estou doente, porque não tenho dinheiro, porque faz muito calor, porque alguém me insultou, porque alguém deixou de me amar, porque alguém não soube me dar valor... "SEJA FELIZ ,mesmo que faça calor, mesmo que esteja doente, mesmo que não tenha dinheiro, mesmo que alguém tenha lhe machucado, mesmo que alguém não lhe ame ou não lhe dê o devido valor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEJA FELIZ.Sempre!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Autor desconhecido...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&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/4945180507699265165-4650313090314635380?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/4650313090314635380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=4650313090314635380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/4650313090314635380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/4650313090314635380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2007/07/ser-feliz.html' title='SER FELIZ'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Rp_GAPy2A2I/AAAAAAAAABM/_QG0sUnu92s/s72-c/amo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945180507699265165.post-5813853486873877331</id><published>2007-05-14T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T04:43:20.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tramas da Paixão"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Rp9yHvy2AzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3zyqqTkQEXE/s1600-h/tr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088911581366321970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Rp9yHvy2AzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3zyqqTkQEXE/s320/tr.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trechos selecionados do livro "Tramas da Paixão", &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cap. I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Davi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Enxergando-lhe a alma"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"- Por que, Davi? Por que te deixaste dominar por sentimentos tão violentos? Eras tão perfeito! Escolhido como “segundo o coração de Deus” quase serias um super-homem ou quase um semideus se não tivesses caído em tão intrincadas tramas.&lt;br /&gt;O relato bíblico é direto, seco, sem romance. Aconteceu apenas assim? Cobiçou, chamou e adulterou? Não é possível! Toda paixão tem sua história. Toda urdidura se emaranha em muitos fios.&lt;br /&gt;Para quem se esqueceu: “urdidura é um conjunto de fios dispostos no tear paralelamente ao comprimento e por entre os quais passam fios da trama que comporão o tecido”. (Aurélio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Davi e Bate-Seba.&lt;br /&gt;O que realmente aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;Que fios urdiram essa trama?&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim vejo Davi!&lt;br /&gt;Guerreiro, atleta, estadista, inventor, dançarino, adorador, ator e um coração quebrantado e contrito. O profundo amor e temor ao Deus Eterno, a adoração pura dedilhada na harpa através dos poéticos salmos, o zelo constante ao nome do Senhor, o quebrantamento que o movia quando se descobria em pecado, fizeram dele o pecador que mais se aproximou do homem ideal sonhado por Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Como este indivíduo forte, inteligente e adorador permitiu que fios, nas mãos do tecelão Satanás o enredassem em tão apaixonantes tramas?&lt;br /&gt;O rei adorador era apenas homem, como eu ou como você!&lt;br /&gt;Homem!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(trechos selecionados do livro "Tramas da Paixão")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;..................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945180507699265165-5813853486873877331?l=tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/feeds/5813853486873877331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4945180507699265165&amp;postID=5813853486873877331' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5813853486873877331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945180507699265165/posts/default/5813853486873877331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tramasdapaixao.blogspot.com/2007/05/tramas-da-paixo.html' title='&quot;Tramas da Paixão&quot;'/><author><name>Oficina de Águias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03774257251064549205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/SQhRKK9FM9I/AAAAAAAAA8o/tbI0QRcedRQ/S220/oficna+de+%C3%A1guias.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXBKEvd5STA/Rp9yHvy2AzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3zyqqTkQEXE/s72-c/tr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
