<?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-7697568194204596219</id><updated>2012-01-24T19:45:40.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peças, de um puzzle...</title><subtitle type='html'>"Entrega o teu caminho ao Senhor, confia Nele e Ele tudo fará!" Salmo 37:5</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-6305206531060056281</id><published>2011-01-05T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:39:13.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>Quanto tempo mede o tempo que passou,&lt;br /&gt;num abrir de olhos,&lt;br /&gt;ao escutar de uma nova melodia,&lt;br /&gt;no saborear de uma nova brisa e harmonia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo percorreu o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto pedia tempo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo implorou o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;para conseguir atingir novos objectivos,&lt;br /&gt;de forma a alcançar as metas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo precisei de descansar as letras,&lt;br /&gt;poesia, melodia, escrita, cantada, pensada, inventada, sonhada, criada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;-criada, imaginada, alterada e alternada,&lt;br /&gt;para voltar a escrever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é agora neste tempo,&lt;br /&gt;que procuro gerir o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;de modo a regressar a este tempo de reflexão,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;introspecção&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consciencialização&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;de escrita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-6305206531060056281?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6305206531060056281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=6305206531060056281' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/6305206531060056281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/6305206531060056281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2011/01/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-3784840292294210489</id><published>2009-02-09T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:10:09.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança repentina</title><content type='html'>No propósito que Deus tem,&lt;br /&gt;não consigo compreender&lt;br /&gt;esta mudança que transborda a alma e o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eclesiastes&lt;/span&gt; 3:1&lt;br /&gt;"TUDO TEM O SEU TEMPO DETERMINADO, E HÁ TEMPO PARA TODO O PROPÓSITO DEBAIXO DO CÉU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambiciono não sonhar segundo interesses,&lt;br /&gt;continuar a esperar com fervor&lt;br /&gt;alegre e confiante,&lt;br /&gt;mas também com algum temor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero rimar enquanto escrevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudança repentina esta que surgiu&lt;br /&gt;no inesperado e equilibrado dia&lt;br /&gt;de quem não soube agradecer&lt;br /&gt;o que aos poucos viveu,&lt;br /&gt;e agora tem que se despedir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre a saudade,&lt;br /&gt;as recordações.&lt;br /&gt;Esperançosa de que na eternidade&lt;br /&gt;o reencontro seja ainda melhor&lt;br /&gt;que a despedida,&lt;br /&gt;e aí juntos  voltaremos a louvar a Deus&lt;br /&gt;com fé, imensa fé,&lt;br /&gt;profundidade e amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um até breve escrito,&lt;br /&gt;para aqueles que Deus chamou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-3784840292294210489?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3784840292294210489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=3784840292294210489' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/3784840292294210489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/3784840292294210489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2009/02/mudanca-repentina.html' title='Mudança repentina'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-5610772710774516035</id><published>2009-02-03T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:44:18.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflectindo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cidade dos Sorrisos, 9 Janeiro 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hoje quero escrever sobre as nossas acções..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Passamos os dias a correr de um lado para o outro, a desvalorizar o mais &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;simples que nos completa e depois quando esbarramos contra a parede invisível&lt;/span&gt; que faz doer a alma, questionamos o motivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Na superficialidade do materialismo deixamos que a pobreza aumente, a ambição absorva a simplicidade e humildade que outrora cativava. Para quê?! Se ao morrermos tudo fica e nada vai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;connosco&lt;/span&gt; além da alma, daquilo que fizemos para Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Daquilo que fizemos para Deus, volto a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;repetir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Daquilo que fizemos para Deus, sim quero repetir mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Daquilo que fizemos para Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Escrevo porque vivo no centro da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;egocentricidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;desobediência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no meio da fortuna. E questiono, que diria Deus de mim hoje?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que sou apenas uma criança ingrata... Creio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Todavia penso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Hoje não é tempo para chorar e questionar o motivo das acções contidas nas páginas do passado nesta vida tão preciosa que tenho desperdiçado. É momento de erguer os joelhos do chão, e caminhar diante da Cruz, é tempo de servir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Talvez não devesse estar a digitalizar estas letras expressas em palavras, pois afinal hoje recebi de Deus dádivas que se projectaram para o resto da minha vida...porém, na alegria de contemplar os presentes que desembrulhei, compreendi que... o pouco que tenho feito para Deus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; basta, quando Ele perdoa os meus pecados e me sustenta. Nesta monotonia de sentimentos, ao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nevoeiro&lt;/span&gt; do anoitecer escrevo para ti que lês estes versos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Não te prendas nos sonhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Quando ao contemplares a geografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;persuades a diversidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Quando ao pensares comunicar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;encontras barreiras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;linguísticas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Prepara-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Age onde estás, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;sem que te digam que vais onde sonhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;confia nas palavras de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Pois, quando Deus te chamar para onde Ele quer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;nada te impedirá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Quando Deus diz que à um tempo, um lugar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;determinado para cumprir a Sua vontade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;acredita, porque é verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Quando Deus permitir tempestades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;não te sentes para chorar ou lamentar a perda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Levanta-te ainda com mais fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;e convicto de que tudo tem um propósito debaixo dos céus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Quando na alegria te esqueceres por instantes de Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;ajoelha-te e caminha de joelhos no arrependimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Recordo agora, que um dia escrevi "o que Deus dá, Deus tira", repito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Se te oferecerem um abraço, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;não negues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Se sentires necessidade de beijar rosto de alguém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;não questiones, fá-lo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Em Janeiro viajei pelo monte mais antigo das memórias que guardo, e de entre um velho armário castanho escuro repleto de teias de aranha encontrei uma amiga ou direi irmã na adolescência turbulenta porque passei...? Na estupidez e rigidez das minhas palavras, o meu rosto expressou o que pensava, não o que sentia, ficando ela a criar cenários chuvosos na tela com o jardim mais colorido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;(Declaro que não sei pintar, mas ilustro telas...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;- Passaram-se anos, e nunca mais falámos. E, apenas o mês passado visitei o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sotôn&lt;/span&gt;...Procurei falar com ela, e espantada recebi com o inesperado...Assim que me viu, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rápida&lt;/span&gt; e apressadamente queimou as cartas escritas diante do olhar da menina que acreditou n'ela, quando todos lhe viraram as costas. Diante do olhar da menina, ela queimou as cartas... as letras, as melodias, as cantigas, as tentativas, a oportunidade.&lt;/span&gt; Endureceu o coração uma e outra vez... voltou a negar, a rejeitar aceitar o presente que dá vida eterna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Como aconteceu comigo, acontece contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Recebemos por vezes o que achamos não merecer, na ignorância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Por nem se quer espreitarmos as lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Tudo passa, e o pior fica retido nos corações que rejeitam ser salvos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;Agora na Primavera espiritual, recordo como foi o Inverno por que passei... parte da culpa da frieza desta alma é minha! O testemunho que devia de dar nem sempre foi o mais correcto. Hormonas, dúvidas, agitação, novas descobertas...poderia tentar persuadir-te numa justificação. Contudo, não vou fazê-lo. Reconheço que não dei o melhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Corações que rejeitam ser salvos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Tantos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Imensos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993300;"&gt;Imergidos em si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Assumo que este frieza faz e fez estremecer a minha alma, faz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lagrimar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o coração... Porém, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;reflicto&lt;/span&gt; como Deus se sentirá. Provavelmente, desiludido comigo... tanto desejo e tão pouca acção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Reflicto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Medito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;digo-te:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ora até que se esgotem palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Lê, relê, volta a ler e a ler sem parar a Palavra de Deus&lt;br /&gt;assim encontrarás as respostas que procuras,&lt;br /&gt;amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;Não!&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que o propósito de Deus se cumprir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;da vossa amiga:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jerusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7697568194204596219-5610772710774516035?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5610772710774516035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=5610772710774516035' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/5610772710774516035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/5610772710774516035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2009/02/reflectindo.html' title='Reflectindo...'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-2305382442905990498</id><published>2009-01-29T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:41:34.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No espelhar das incongruências retidas numa vida</title><content type='html'>- A noite chega e acho que com este frio enlaçado na chuva é fácil tropeçar nos degraus das escadas. Confesso que me apetece algo doce mas não um chocolate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;baunilha&lt;/span&gt; ou um chupa como o costume, preciso de algo doce mas que saiba a amargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranho no mínimo, deves pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O frio atenua com a intensidade da chuva, levantas-te e vais para o átrio dos teus sonhos e balanças a alma e todos os projectos no sentir suave do perfume mais doce que outrora conheces-te... e as lágrimas caem por não lhe poderes tocar. Pois, o sentir para ti não é o suficiente e começas a sufocar nessa ansiedade de agarrar o doce que sabe a amargo. Até que ouves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prrrrrrrriiiim&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;prrrrrrrrrrriiim&lt;/span&gt;. É o despertador a tocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua face reluz as lágrimas como se tivessem sido cristalizadas, dás uma gargalhada surpreendida pelo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inequesurável&lt;/span&gt; dia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lípido&lt;/span&gt; e suave. Olhas no espelho e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;deparaste&lt;/span&gt; com os pecados por confessar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que se ouve no eco do deserto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;inalcançável&lt;/span&gt; da tua consciência, o grito que soa no bombear do teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É te necessário honestidade total, arrependimento sincero, devoção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salmo 37:5 "Entrega o teu caminho ao Senhor, confia Nele e Ele tudo fará"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-2305382442905990498?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2305382442905990498/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-698043969119986937</id><published>2009-01-18T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:30:13.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantas vezes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dizes&lt;/span&gt; quando devo parar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gritas para te escutar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanto tempo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a Cegueira a prevalecer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo com o ignorar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abraças&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no desacreditar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infinitas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;egoismo&lt;/span&gt; a subsistir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dás sem que te peçam,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuidas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem que retribuam atenção.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quase todas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fortaleces,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escutas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ampáras&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dás,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desenhas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Páras&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saboreias,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Retiras,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caminhas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choras no sorrir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na certeza do provir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O saber brota&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na Tua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soberana&lt;/span&gt; memória.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iluminas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspiras,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descansas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transformas o mar revolto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na tranquila e brilhante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brisa do amanhecer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quantas vezes na ingratidão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te viramos a cara?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tantas... tantas vezes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde que mudas-te a vida que transpiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na ingratidão, aprendo a agradecer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erro...quantas vezes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ainda muitas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Através do escudo da fé,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cresço&lt;/span&gt; ao usar a Tua armadura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao ser estimulo do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Consolador&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ergo o olhar para o que atrás ficou,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e prossigo adiante!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caminho para Ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde o amanhecer, lutarei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;além do anoitecer, para Ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viverei!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-698043969119986937?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/698043969119986937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=698043969119986937' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/698043969119986937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/698043969119986937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/quantas-vezes.html' title='Quantas vezes?'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-891263152330968151</id><published>2009-01-16T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:12:35.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>´Tenho sono e não quero dormir,&lt;br /&gt;Frio por não me querer mexer.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade? por me esconder.&lt;br /&gt;medo, por fugir! ´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida pagã,&lt;br /&gt;aquela que se vive a correr,&lt;br /&gt;sem O amor,&lt;br /&gt;da alegria de renascer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Acordo ao ouvir Deus a chamar,&lt;br /&gt;corro para obedecer,&lt;br /&gt;por sentir que devo caminhar,&lt;br /&gt;no seu plano até Ele querer.`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na alegria de renascer,&lt;br /&gt;vivesse sem medo de tropeçar,&lt;br /&gt;porque a rocha é firme,&lt;br /&gt;e a certeza do amor eterno,&lt;br /&gt;jamais irá acabar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-891263152330968151?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/891263152330968151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=891263152330968151' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/891263152330968151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/891263152330968151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/tenho-sono-e-no-quero-dormir-frio-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-419553699995699015</id><published>2009-01-16T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:02:25.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emoção?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;o branco suaviza a excessividade da emoção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;arrefece o olhar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a tristeza aquietasse no pulsar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;daquele e outro coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A ti Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;cabe a decisão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a compreensão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Fé é necessária,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ao orar por medo de perder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;quem depressa viveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e agora tu chamas-te,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;para que neste mundo deixasse de sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a Oração tem poder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mesmo quando a nossa intenção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;não é o melhor que Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;tem para nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;o que Ele quer fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Propósito? Existe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mesmo na dor da perda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;se encontra um rio a florescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A fome aumenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;para o que não procura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A sede &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;escasseia&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;para aquele que encontrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a fonte da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O branco em forma de arco-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;íris&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;o pincel na mão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Planos perante Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;coração no chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;joelhos curvados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e olhares a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lagrimar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;devido ao amor da misericórdia do Rei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;por ti, por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Deus apaga a emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e dá-nos os sonhos do seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-419553699995699015?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/419553699995699015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=419553699995699015' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/419553699995699015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/419553699995699015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2009/01/emoo.html' title='Emoção?'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-1758250779494000187</id><published>2008-12-26T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:14:46.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eis um pedregulho diante do teu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;os sapatos com que corres estão rotos,&lt;br /&gt;os teus joelhos carecem de cuidado&lt;br /&gt;as feridas magoam-te&lt;br /&gt;e não dizes uma palavra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está frio e anoitece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começa a nevar,&lt;br /&gt;refugias a alma,&lt;br /&gt;contudo, o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt; endurece para escutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis um pedregulho diante o teu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;o que decides fazer...&lt;br /&gt;correr para a meta sem medo de cair,&lt;br /&gt;ou deixar que o medo te faça desfalecer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis um pedregulho diante o teu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;o que decides fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Subiste-o e de lá viste o monte de Sião.&lt;br /&gt;Oraste noites,&lt;br /&gt;Deus saciou a Tua sede,&lt;br /&gt;deu-te de vestir e comer...&lt;br /&gt;Fechou as feridas abertas.&lt;br /&gt;e agora, que segues o caminho,&lt;br /&gt;que vai acontecer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-1758250779494000187?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1758250779494000187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=1758250779494000187' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/1758250779494000187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/1758250779494000187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/eis-um-pedregulho-diante-do-teu-caminho.html' title=''/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-563616231908938314</id><published>2008-12-13T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T16:19:07.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A corrida da ansiedade é maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;do que a tranquilidade do aprender a esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;na incerteza de não saber o que é melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sento-me, e permaneço a orar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ao ver Deus agir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;acabo por sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;que ansiedade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;detrói&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;e permanecer firme em Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;faz-nos subsistir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;faz-nos sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pois, tudo o que é forçado a acontecer dói,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tempo não rima com vontade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Porém, estas são as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;essências&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;juntamente com a oração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;constroem&lt;/span&gt; a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;mais pura sentida pelo coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-563616231908938314?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/563616231908938314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=563616231908938314' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/563616231908938314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/563616231908938314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/orao.html' title='Oração'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-8249478936250755879</id><published>2008-12-07T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:49:54.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dar na gratidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;A tranquilidade paira sobre o coração,&lt;br /&gt;no entanto, sente-se a imperfeição&lt;br /&gt;no acorrentar do dar, com gratidão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pecado na sua incapacidade de trair o que é de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;surge como passado para atormentar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;os&lt;/span&gt; rios correm para o mar,&lt;br /&gt;e na graça de Deus ao pecado do passado dizemos adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, mesmo depois do pecado perdoado,&lt;br /&gt;a mente distrai-nos para a dor,&lt;br /&gt;para o desejo do momento,&lt;br /&gt;a ambição, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ganancia&lt;/span&gt;, o poder de ter, ser, ver...&lt;br /&gt;como se tudo o que fosse deste mundo merecesse galardão!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, ao confiar no Amor Supremo de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;na sua graça, sou liberta de tal ladrão.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que é capaz de roubar sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;ao fingir que oferece uma flor...&lt;br /&gt;quando na verdade corrompe qualquer coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao dar na gratidão,&lt;br /&gt;ganhei mais que um amigo, ganhei um irmão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-8249478936250755879?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8249478936250755879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=8249478936250755879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/8249478936250755879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/8249478936250755879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/dar-na-gratido.html' title='dar na gratidão'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-7962896361897398425</id><published>2008-12-05T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T04:54:52.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Na pequenez de Zaqueu</title><content type='html'>Estranha loucura que envolve o pensamento, alma e o coração,&lt;br /&gt;Oro no silêncio, e neste permaneço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de gritar cala a minha voz,&lt;br /&gt;e no olhar cansado, perante a motivação,&lt;br /&gt;surge a questão, a afirmação, (respostas...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecham-se as portas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;constroem&lt;/span&gt;-se muralhas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;refúgios&lt;/span&gt;? esconderijos?&lt;br /&gt;Não, simplesmente o ego cresce,&lt;br /&gt;e a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;simplicidade&lt;/span&gt; desvanece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque na minha infantilidade,&lt;br /&gt;peço-Te Deus, que me faças crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na pequenez de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zaqueu&lt;/span&gt; a cada dia Te procuro mais,&lt;br /&gt;a sede aumenta,&lt;br /&gt;as portas abrem-se...&lt;br /&gt;Todavia, a multidão é tanta,&lt;br /&gt;que corro depressa,&lt;br /&gt;quero chegar ainda mais perto para pedir perdão,&lt;br /&gt;subo a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;árvore&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;e chamas-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai, a verdade é que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..desde que me chamas-Te a alegria cresce,&lt;br /&gt;as lágrimas caem em forma de tesouros com lições preciosas&lt;br /&gt;e eu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;caminho para Ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranha loucura que envolve o pensamento, alma e o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;oro, e permaneço no silêncio, uma... e outra vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De joelhos oro com coração aberto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;disposta&lt;/span&gt; a que tomes tudo de mim,&lt;br /&gt;guarda Deus os meus sonhos, medos...&lt;br /&gt;pois, perto está o fim..&lt;br /&gt;...perto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;está&lt;/span&gt; o começo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na pequenez de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Zaqueu&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;entrego-me sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;restrições&lt;/span&gt; nas Tuas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente Tua filha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-7962896361897398425?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7962896361897398425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=7962896361897398425' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/7962896361897398425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/7962896361897398425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/na-pequenez-de-zaqueu.html' title='Na pequenez de Zaqueu'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-116966657947495680</id><published>2008-12-04T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:02:08.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusões apreendidas por um olhar cego</title><content type='html'>Hoje dei comigo a não querer estudar, mas com uma súbita vontade de aprender, de conhecer, de saber mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A aprendizagem que devia ser constante é por vezes tão banalizada que acabamos por nos tronar seres complexos de tamanha futilidade. Telenovelas, revistas, jogos de computador, telmóveis, mp3, cafés... enfim, depressa se passa um dia sem olharmos para Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, hoje ri, ri, ri.... também me apeteceu chorar mas os sorrisos brotaram com mais cor e simplicidade, deixando-me envolver, abri as portas do coração e escutei o que Deus me queria dizer, até que, cheguei a uma conclusão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclesiastes 3: 1- 8; 11 - 17;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vrs.1-8 - " Tudo tem um tempo determinado, e há tempo para todo o propósito debaixo do céu: há tempo de [...] chorar e tempo de rir, tempo de espalhar pedras e de ajuntar pedras; tempo de abraçar e de afastar-se de abraçar, tempo de buscar e tempo de perder [...]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vrs. 11-17 "Tudo Deus fez formoso no Seu devido tempo [...] pois, há tempo para todo o propósito e para toda a obra [...]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão fácil questionar sem querer procurar respostas. Bem, assim é o ser que visto.&lt;br /&gt;Contrario esta vontade de questionar sem procurar a solução para nao desvanecer na cobardia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, incrivélmente hoje apercebi-me de que por vezes interrogo demasiado e na inocencia de não ler com olhos de entender.Pois, quantas não foram as vezes que duvidei, e chorei aos pés de Deus por medo, antecipação, receio? Julgar que a não aprovação das pessoas me fosse impedir de servir, quando sou filha do Dono dos impossiveis, o Rei dos Reis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegre abraço, escuto, partilho, vivo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este dia calmo e chuvoso depressa tornou-se no mais brilhante arco-iris, cores belas e deslubrantes a afirmarem a certeza de o lutar para conseguir chegar à meta, serviço integral, uma missão (dar a mão), uma vida. Maior alegria podesse viver? A certeza do amor, do servir na confiança que Deus estará sempre do meu lado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de enfrentar a cegueira da analfabetização, compreendo que devo prestar mais atenção, ler o que está escrito e ñão o que quero intrepertar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz por abrir os olhos! O amor de Deus rompe barreiras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-116966657947495680?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/116966657947495680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=116966657947495680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/116966657947495680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/116966657947495680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/concluses-apreendidas-por-um-olhar-cego.html' title='Conclusões apreendidas por um olhar cego'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-3316840512337911044</id><published>2008-12-04T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:23:43.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"abrir mão da minha vontade, para viver a vontade de Deus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflectindo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-3316840512337911044?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3316840512337911044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=3316840512337911044' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/3316840512337911044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/3316840512337911044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/abrir-mo-da-minha-vontade-para-viver.html' title=''/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-6721572138754263220</id><published>2008-11-09T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:46:19.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorriso aberto</title><content type='html'>Escrever, escrever, escrever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pensamento por vezes consome as palavras que fluem na minha alma. Querer escrever o que sinto, nao se transmite quando uno cada letra ao escrever... pois bem, mas tento as vezes que forem necessárias para exprimir a alegria do &lt;strong&gt;sorriso aberto que vivo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sou exemplo, quando escondo quem sou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas são as manhãs em que acordo introvertida, desperdiço opotunidades, evito sorrir e tudo me assuta. EGO. Quão grande não é o meu egoismo, ao olhar somente para este umbigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Páro, e sou repreendida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, como custa ouvir Deus a dizer que estou novamente a errar, reconhecer o erro, pedir perdão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custa, mas faço-o de coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arrependimento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave fica a minha voz, em paz a alma, alegre este ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O repreensão é sempre para o bem, crescimento... instrução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorriso aberto, é este que Deus me deu, o reflexo de um compromisso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser de Deus, servi-LO, ama-LO, escuta-LO... onde estiver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estou simplesmente MUITISSIMo FEliz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porquê? passo a explicar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Isaias 55:8 - Se Deus não nos dá o que pedimos, de certo, que nos dará muito melhor, basta confiarmos Nele! -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-6721572138754263220?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6721572138754263220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=6721572138754263220' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/6721572138754263220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/6721572138754263220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorriso-aberto.html' title='Sorriso aberto'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-3172942929088562920</id><published>2008-08-31T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T13:02:11.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diálogo</title><content type='html'>-Vamos conversar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pergunta que respondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei o que perguntar. São tantas as questões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Escuta então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não ouço nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- shhhhhhhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Que tal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Que tal? Não ouvi nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Podes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei, espera... quem és?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sou o silêncio e vocês quem são, que fazem tanto barulho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sou a voz e ela é a minha consciência... o que queres?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bem, peço desculpa, porém à pouco não deixei de ouvir a vossa conversa... e tenho uma resposta para ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Para quem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Para mim?! Disse de imediato a voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cala-te! Retorquiu a consciencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Para ti, voz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mas, que resposta afinal?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sabes porque não escutas-te nada à instantes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porquê? Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porque estas demasiado ocupada em ouvir as tuas preocupações, do que, aquilo que Deus tem para ti, ou seja, preferes escutar, repetir vezes sem contas e bem alto, quais os teus sonhos, desejos ou ambiçoes, e ignoras saber qual o caminho que Deus traçou para a tua vida...entendes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh! Mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Escuta, escuta, escuta... cala-te por momentos e escuta. Disse solenemente a consciencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Voz, por vezes eu tenho que falar e tu tens de te silenciar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não entendo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ok, então explico-te...&lt;br /&gt;Deus tem um momento e um tempo certo para falar às pessoas, e por vezes fá-lo através de ti, outras através de mim... só que, nós por vezes, servimos de tropeço para o nosso próximo, pois ou eu calo-me quando devia falar, e tu falas quando te devias calar, compreendes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, tens toda a razão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No abraço de conciliação entre a voz e o silêncio a consciencia grita:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clama a Deus onde quer que estejas!&lt;br /&gt;E aproveita as oportunidades que Ele te dá,&lt;br /&gt;pois, em breve Jesus virá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende a escutar Deus no silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;e a transmitir bem alto,&lt;br /&gt;a Sua palavra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende a calar-te,&lt;br /&gt;e a saber como impactar.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende a falar,&lt;br /&gt;sem inventar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradece a Deus,&lt;br /&gt;o privilégio de seres seu aluno!&lt;br /&gt;Ama-o, e segue os Seus passos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-3172942929088562920?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3172942929088562920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=3172942929088562920' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/3172942929088562920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/3172942929088562920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2008/08/dilogo.html' title='Diálogo'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-2220032173465681791</id><published>2008-08-31T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:31:47.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Questão de Ana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Era noite, e já todos tinham adormecido, porém Ana não conseguia adormecer, por isso, revoltada questionava:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Onde estás, Deus?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Onde estás, quando choro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;...quando apertam o meu coração, e me roubam todos os tesouros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Onde estás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Onde estás, quando sorrio e sinto um vazio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;onde... quando te tento procurar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;onde estás, quando caminho à procura de Luz, de um abrigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;...quando sem nada, clamo a Ti, Oh Rei dos Reis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;onde estás, que não Te encontro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ana desanimada, em lágrimas ajoelhou-se e orou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;- Pai, sinto-te tão distante de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ontem procurei-Te quando as minhas amigas me insultaram, e nao te encontrei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Chamei por Ti, quando no meio de uma discoteca me senti sozinha, e não respondeste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Procurei-te num daqueles livros que aluguei na BIblioteca, e não estavas lá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Clamei por ajuda quando estava a fazer um dos exames mais importantes da escola, e Tu Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Fui no domingo à igreja e até cantei, mas nao te senti em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Onde estás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Preciso de ti... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;(permanecendo o resto do tempo no silêncio...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Horas depois, Ana acabou por adormecer. Todavia, assim que o sol raiou, ela despertou do sono e depressa se preparou para mais um dia de aulas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ao chegar à escola procurou a Matilde, desabafando, questionou-a:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;- Matilde, onde posso encontrar Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Respondendo-lhe Matilde disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;- Ana, &lt;strong&gt;Deus está, onde tu o deixas-te!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-2220032173465681791?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2220032173465681791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=2220032173465681791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/2220032173465681791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/2220032173465681791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2008/08/questo-de-ana.html' title='A Questão de Ana'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-2213075809489057416</id><published>2008-08-31T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:00:40.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresso</title><content type='html'>Etapas por cumprir,&lt;br /&gt;desejos abandonados,&lt;br /&gt;sorrisos oferecidos,&lt;br /&gt;serviço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na ausência de mim, aproximei-me de Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Embora, as tentações continuem a surgir,&lt;br /&gt;e possa tropeçar, eis que, logo me levanto e...&lt;br /&gt;...em lágrimas olho para Deus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescimento no tempo certo,&lt;br /&gt;sabedoria na moldagem,&lt;br /&gt;compaixão na aprendizagem,&lt;br /&gt;serviço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegre e grata pelo amor de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Servi-Lo é de facto, o melhor que lhe podemos dar.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-2213075809489057416?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2213075809489057416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=2213075809489057416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/2213075809489057416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/2213075809489057416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2008/08/regresso.html' title='Regresso'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-4766079612199843891</id><published>2007-12-09T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T12:52:53.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..Recomeçar*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/R1xSXgP_SFI/AAAAAAAAADw/Y5ovD1SPZD8/s1600-h/erase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142075438297729106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/R1xSXgP_SFI/AAAAAAAAADw/Y5ovD1SPZD8/s320/erase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recomeçar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recomeça sempre que sentiresses necessidade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recomeça procurando mais intimidade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais compreensão, mais paz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus diz: "Vem ter comigo.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se para chegares a Ele tiveres de recomeçar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recomeça sem medo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com determinação...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não exites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olha, Deus está a estender-te a Sua mão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus é a única e possível borracha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para apagar os rabiscos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do teu simples mas tão importante desenho/testemunho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabias que podes ser mais que um artista?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podes ser Filho de Deus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recomeçar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recomeçar é simplesmente seguir em direcção à cruz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jamais será esquecer o passado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pois foi através dele que cresceste e te tornaste especial!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Recomeçar com Deus é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Recomeçar com Deus é sinónimo de Alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cor na tua vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...é deixar o passado no seu lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aceita-lo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e viver o presente como Jesus viveu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;..é dar sem pedir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...é amar como Deus ama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...Perdoar como Deus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Recomeçar com Deus, é apenas o principio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;(pequeno raio de luz)&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/7697568194204596219-4766079612199843891?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4766079612199843891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=4766079612199843891' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/4766079612199843891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/4766079612199843891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2007/12/recomear.html' title='..Recomeçar*'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/R1xSXgP_SFI/AAAAAAAAADw/Y5ovD1SPZD8/s72-c/erase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-9043942071461493714</id><published>2007-11-30T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T07:31:03.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEus limpa o pecado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/R1AqD79wyGI/AAAAAAAAADg/xibFxyW-nJ4/s1600-R/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138653421954451554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/R1AqD79wyGI/AAAAAAAAADg/LGS0tIMunXE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O pecado grita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o pecado chama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o pecado engana,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;encobre, rouba e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;distroi&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o pecado trai,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;assombra, e faz cair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus salva!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus ama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;resgata&lt;/span&gt;, cura...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus guia e protege!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus dá no momento certo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tal como tira!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abraça e ensina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus é verdade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o pecado é a crueldade, dor, frieza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus é luz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o pecado a escuridão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus liberta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o pecado prende o teu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus é o Pai,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o verdadeiro Criador!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se queres vir a Ele,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;renega ao mundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;abonima&lt;/span&gt; o pecado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e aceita Jesus Cristo como teu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Único&lt;/span&gt; e Eterno Salvador!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Porque Deus amou o mundo de tal maneira, para que todo aquele que Nele cresse, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pereca&lt;/span&gt; mas tenha a vida eterna!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;João&lt;/span&gt; 3:16&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/7697568194204596219-9043942071461493714?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/9043942071461493714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=9043942071461493714' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/9043942071461493714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/9043942071461493714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2007/11/deus-limpa-o-pecado.html' title='DEus limpa o pecado!'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/R1AqD79wyGI/AAAAAAAAADg/LGS0tIMunXE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-1191979547076622976</id><published>2007-11-11T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T08:35:54.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/RzctaXRQ8tI/AAAAAAAAACg/R2KpKb5oDeM/s1600-h/_3645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131620231358247634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/RzctaXRQ8tI/AAAAAAAAACg/R2KpKb5oDeM/s320/_3645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os dias a mudança assusta-me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É como se, num abrir de olhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nada fizesse sentido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No entanto, sei que não deva desistir agora...e porquê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostava de saber responder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez um dia, Deus me dê sabedoria para tal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dou um passo aqui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salto para ali...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busco Deus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;procuro chegar mais perto Dele,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porém, doi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o meu coração chora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem compreender ao certo a razão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dói sempre mais, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;até ao momento em que abro a minha Biblia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e Deus me consola com as Suas palavras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abraça-me, e protege-me nos Seus braços,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ai, nesses instantes, horas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu grito! E retorna o choro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choro perante Deus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pois, sei que somente Ele compreende por o que estou a passar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as barreiras que se colocam neste caminho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as dificuldades de falar Dele,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a facilidade em me perder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contudo, mesmo fraca, sou tão forte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forte, porque Deus é por mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os dias a mudança, ensina-me a crescer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/7697568194204596219-1191979547076622976?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1191979547076622976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=1191979547076622976' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/1191979547076622976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/1191979547076622976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2007/11/mudana.html' title='A mudança'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/RzctaXRQ8tI/AAAAAAAAACg/R2KpKb5oDeM/s72-c/_3645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-6187639305211869195</id><published>2007-09-11T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T14:11:45.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/Rub9Jxjc2OI/AAAAAAAAABQ/y12Dlixgst8/s1600-h/solidao3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109049171661084898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/Rub9Jxjc2OI/AAAAAAAAABQ/y12Dlixgst8/s320/solidao3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; saudade...&lt;br /&gt;sensaçao sentida, vivida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;adeus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nunca te vou dizer adeus... nunca..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Andarei para sempre com Jesus, a minha Luz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" ...a Sua vida é a luz que brilha nas trevas, e estas nunca poderão por fim a essa luz!" Joao 1:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus, é a minha luz!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que brilhou, brilha e brilhará...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...na minha vida, e nas trevas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta luz, pode brilhar no teu coração,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;basta deixares...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abre-lhe as tuas portas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e convida-o a entrar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/Rub8Wxjc2NI/AAAAAAAAABI/At9qHAyo-t8/s1600-h/1183069878_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-6187639305211869195?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6187639305211869195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=6187639305211869195' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/6187639305211869195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/6187639305211869195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/Rub9Jxjc2OI/AAAAAAAAABQ/y12Dlixgst8/s72-c/solidao3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-2166918171208943982</id><published>2007-08-05T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:14:10.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus sara todas as feridas!</title><content type='html'>Deus, por nos amar, mais do que merecemos,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/RrbGMDvVEYI/AAAAAAAAABA/Izn33ourZAk/s1600-h/200152714-001[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095477938880844162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/RrbGMDvVEYI/AAAAAAAAABA/Izn33ourZAk/s320/200152714-001%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando se rasga o nosso coração,&lt;br /&gt;ou quando nos magoamos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ampara&lt;/span&gt;-nos, como Nunca ninguém soube fazer,&lt;br /&gt;suavemente, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;agarra&lt;/span&gt;-nos ao colo,&lt;br /&gt;balança-nos no seu leito,&lt;br /&gt;aos poucos, enquanto, nos vai ensinando, e transmitindo conhecimentos, seca a nossa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amargura&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo-nos sentir, a nossa vida recomeçar, da melhor maneira possível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando colocamos, nas mãos do Senhor, a nossa Vida,&lt;br /&gt;que de facto, é a Ele que pertence,&lt;br /&gt;pois, Foi Ele que nos criou,&lt;br /&gt;tudo muda...&lt;br /&gt;com Deus no controlo do nosso viver,&lt;br /&gt;tudo se torna, bem + simples,&lt;br /&gt;contudo, por vezes, mais oscilante,&lt;br /&gt;porém, Deus promete estar sempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;connosco&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;e nunca nos abandonar,&lt;br /&gt;por isso, não devemos temer...&lt;br /&gt;Deus sabe o porquê, do sucedimento de tudo na nossa vida,&lt;br /&gt;precisamos de confiar Nele,&lt;br /&gt;Ele jamais nos prejudicará,&lt;br /&gt;se não... para que tinha abdicado do Seu filho,&lt;br /&gt;pelos meus, teus, nossos pecados?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus sofreu imenso, por nós,&lt;br /&gt;e nós, o que fazemos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Limitamo-nos a lamentar, a cada passo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errado!&lt;br /&gt;Depois de todas as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bênçãos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;temos mais, é que agradecer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendito é o Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;e a sua misericórdia nas vidas daqueles, que O aceitaram!&lt;br /&gt;Bendito é o Seu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Bendita a Sua misericórdia, compaixão...&lt;br /&gt;..que limpa de nós, a angustia, e nos concede, paz, tranquilidade&lt;br /&gt;Bendito é o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Senhor&lt;/span&gt;, que sara todas as feridas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Reflecte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O que tens feito, com a tua dor? Já a entregas-te nas mãos de Deus, ou teimas em guarda-la para ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um dia, alguém me disse: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"um fardo, carregado por duas pessoas, é sempre melhor"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...permite, que Deus carregue contigo, o que te perturba, atormenta... e acredita, que em breve, chegará o fim dessa ferida... porque Deus cura! Deus liberta-nos do pecado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-2166918171208943982?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/2166918171208943982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=2166918171208943982' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/2166918171208943982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/2166918171208943982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2007/08/deus-sara-todas-as-feridas.html' title='Deus sara todas as feridas!'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/RrbGMDvVEYI/AAAAAAAAABA/Izn33ourZAk/s72-c/200152714-001%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-7644102432824769862</id><published>2007-07-29T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T00:29:38.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saltar para Jesus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/Rqw-qjvVEXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ncKIQo2CH7U/s1600-h/12030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092514179518370162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/Rqw-qjvVEXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ncKIQo2CH7U/s320/12030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje não é dia de lamentar o passado,&lt;br /&gt;é tempo de viver para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deus&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;com tudo o que possamos ganhar de bom ou mau...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saltar para Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;é um dever!&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar em direcção à Cruz,&lt;br /&gt;a cada dia mais, para chegarmos ao Pai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saltar para Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentar adversidades,&lt;br /&gt;Testemunhar na amargura,&lt;br /&gt;na pelna abundância de alegria....&lt;br /&gt;Gritar, o poder da Salvação,&lt;br /&gt;o amor do nosso Tremendo Deus...&lt;br /&gt;é... uma obrigação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saltar para Jesus, não custa,&lt;br /&gt;basta confiarmos no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Senhor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saltar para Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Lutar como Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;pois para isso, o Pai nos deu meios...&lt;br /&gt;Quais?&lt;br /&gt;a Sua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;armadura&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;o Seu capacete,&lt;br /&gt;a Sua espada,&lt;br /&gt;o Seu amor,&lt;br /&gt;a Sua misericórdia,&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Seu&lt;/span&gt; filho...&lt;br /&gt;a couraça da Justiça,&lt;br /&gt;o escudo da fé,&lt;br /&gt;o Evangelho...&lt;br /&gt;através da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Firmeza&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;confiança, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;benignidade&lt;/span&gt; de Deus!&lt;br /&gt;...da Oração sublime e incessante!&lt;br /&gt;Pois, Deus é Tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus é tudo,&lt;br /&gt;e nós não somos nada, sem Ele...&lt;br /&gt;por isso, corramos consoante a vontade do Pai,&lt;br /&gt;Falemos, saltemos, amemos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saltar para Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;é chegar mais próximo de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;espelhar amor por este mundo de dor, perdição...&lt;br /&gt;é dar uma oportunidade ao cego, para vez a Luz...&lt;br /&gt;devia de ser uma obrigação,&lt;br /&gt;no entanto, Deus deu-nos como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;opção&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;livre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;arbitrio&lt;/span&gt; para escolhermos,&lt;br /&gt;o que quer que seja...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saltemos para Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Saltemos por Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Mostremos ao mundo,&lt;br /&gt;quem é o nosso Pai, e Salvador!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseado em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Efésios&lt;/span&gt; 1-2-3-4-/especialmente nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;capítulos&lt;/span&gt;/ -5-6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-7644102432824769862?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/7644102432824769862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=7644102432824769862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/7644102432824769862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/7644102432824769862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2007/07/saltar-para-jesus.html' title='saltar para Jesus!'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/Rqw-qjvVEXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ncKIQo2CH7U/s72-c/12030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-6116617142926253359</id><published>2007-07-25T12:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:51:21.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entregar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/Rqeg_DvVEVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-_LkFXjxOHE/s1600-h/3337_DSCN3190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091214908961657170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="164" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/Rqeg_DvVEVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-_LkFXjxOHE/s320/3337_DSCN3190.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Entrego-me por completo, aqui, neste momento a Ti, Jesus!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrego o meu pensar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a minha maneira de agir,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o meu modo de sonhar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrego o meu ser!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrego-te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrego, estas letras,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que só com a Tua ajuda,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fluíram&lt;/span&gt; nestas teclas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;palavras, que entregues a Ti,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se transformam em melodia para os corações carentes de um abraço...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrego-me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrego, nas minhas fraquezas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em momentos de vitórias,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gargalhadas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em dias de brincadeiras inocentes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dias de criança...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrego!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrego envergonhada, tudo o que fui...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de cabeça erguida, o que sou!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que serei, a caminhar para Ti,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neste teu vale de maravilhas, o teu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caminho&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrego-me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrego-te, tudo o que é meu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrego!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para reflexão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Até que ponto, estás disposto, a entregar a tua vida a Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7697568194204596219-6116617142926253359?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/6116617142926253359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=6116617142926253359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/6116617142926253359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/6116617142926253359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2007/07/entregar.html' title='Entregar...'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/Rqeg_DvVEVI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-_LkFXjxOHE/s72-c/3337_DSCN3190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7697568194204596219.post-1806775887404203229</id><published>2007-07-25T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T07:43:58.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual delas, era a chave?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/RqdanzvVEUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Mtt7bQu8mBs/s1600-h/3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091137543715754306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/RqdanzvVEUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Mtt7bQu8mBs/s320/3_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era manhã, de um ano já vivido, e vagueava uma menina, pelas estrada das lembranças, do passado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Ana queria conseguir perceber, porque é que a mãe, antes de partir para o estrangeiro, lhe dera, uma caixinha antiga, apenas com uma fechadura, e um molho com mais de dez chaves, que ela até então, não conseguira abrir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no entanto, numa tarde de verão, ao arrumar a casa, Ana encontrou um diário que a mãe guardava, escondido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ao caminhar, sobre as páginas do diário da mãe, Ana reviveu toda a sua infância, e amarguradamente, apercebeu-se que até ali, a sua vida tinha sido camuflada, pois, ao contrário do que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pensara&lt;/span&gt;, a mãe, partira, para conseguir pagar as dividas nutridas em Portugal, porque a empresa onde trabalhava, à quatro meses tivera dado à falência... Ana julgava, que a mãe, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perseguia&lt;/span&gt; um presente melhor, e mais abundante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... e assim, ferida, intrigava-se, porque nenhuma chave, era a certa, a indicada para conseguir abrir aquela caixinha antiga que a mãe lhe dera...e quando já as forças faltavam, e Ana &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pensara&lt;/span&gt; em desistir, Ana apercebeu-se que...Era simples, abrir aquela caixinha, bastava puxar a tampa, não era necessária, chave alguma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;e...É isto que acontece nas nossas vidas, por vezes, passamos por situações ao qual achamos ser uma provação, e afinal, era tão fácil, tão simples, encontrar uma resposta, e evitar mágoas, sofrimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;....todavia, se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;passamos&lt;/span&gt; por este tipo de situações, é porque nos era necessário, crescer, e amadurecer, acordar a nossa fé adormecida, e pedir a Deus para nos abrir o coração, perdão, e encher-mo-nos com o seu amor...pois, necessário nos é estarmos preparados para qualquer tipo de aconteciemento nas nossas vidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Preocupe-mo&lt;/span&gt;-nos, com o dia em que estamos a viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;o ontem e o amanhã, pertencem a Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;não queiramos rasurar mais a tela, que pintamos&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque, escuta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"DEUS SUPRE AS NOSSAS NECESSIDADES - UM DIA DE CADA VEZ!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#996633;"&gt;Mateus 6:34 - " Não vos inquieteis, pois pelo dia de amanhã, porque o dia de amanhã, cuidará de si mesmo"&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/7697568194204596219-1806775887404203229?l=pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1806775887404203229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7697568194204596219&amp;postID=1806775887404203229' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/1806775887404203229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7697568194204596219/posts/default/1806775887404203229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pequenoraiodeluz.blogspot.com/2007/07/qual-delas-era-chave.html' title='Qual delas, era a chave?!'/><author><name>Pirilampo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06855817461497059032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kwX8AeuE0hA/RqdanzvVEUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Mtt7bQu8mBs/s72-c/3_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
