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 Nu saí do ventre de minha mãe e nu voltarei; o Senhor o deu eo Senhor o tomou; bendito seja o nome do Senhor! (Jó 1.21.)Na belíssima história de Jó, vemos como pode ser a provação do serhumano e a sua vitória, quando este ouve a voz de Deus e descansa nele.Jó perdeu todos os seus bens: bois e jumentas, ovelhas e servos, camelos epastores. E, ? nalmente, os dez ? lhos vieram a morrer num mesmo &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/aH96LtWzVTc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5993504426858935356/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2011/05/dedos-e-aneis.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/5993504426858935356?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/5993504426858935356?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/aH96LtWzVTc/dedos-e-aneis.html" title="Dedos e Aneis" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2011/05/dedos-e-aneis.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08ESX46eip7ImA9WhZWE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-1949932772323052932</id><published>2011-05-14T16:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:10:08.012+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-14T16:10:08.012+01:00</app:edited><title>Nova Imagem</title><summary type="html">
Depois de um longo tempo de altos e baixos, com diversas adversidades ,hoje voltamos e com nova imagem .Queremos com esta nova imagem marcar uma nova era deste Blog e para isso agregamos nosso endereço as Redes sociais para com isto abrirmos novos espaços e novos meios de comunicação para todos os gostos.
Agradecemos desde já todas as visitas mesmo sem novas postagens,estamos abertos a parcerias&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/1cY52O96Grg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/1949932772323052932/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2011/05/nova-imagem.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/1949932772323052932?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/1949932772323052932?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/1cY52O96Grg/nova-imagem.html" title="Nova Imagem" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/-N4KfAfK1z7c/TY-V43Bj8lI/AAAAAAAAABc/EtKSOBib2lU/s72-c/escalada-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2011/05/nova-imagem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EBQnk5eip7ImA9Wx5UEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-8719463186733804184</id><published>2010-10-16T14:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T14:27:33.722+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-16T14:27:33.722+01:00</app:edited><title>1 Ano,Parabéns !</title><summary type="html">
Parabéns!!


 Hoje faz um ano em que senti a necessidade de escrever tudo que Deus falava ao meu coração,Hoje faz um ano em que decidi ser servo e atender a voz de Deus.
Foi precisamente no dia 16-10-2009 que criei o blog MUNDOATALAIA e embora tenha existido algumas dificuldades como ainda hoje sinto na hora de criar novos artigos pois tudo que escrevo não pode ser apenas de boca mas sim de &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/ZQ9ChxyyCe8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/8719463186733804184/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/10/1-anoparabens.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/8719463186733804184?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/8719463186733804184?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/ZQ9ChxyyCe8/1-anoparabens.html" title="1 Ano,Parabéns !" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXc8ipq6xA4/TLmnghq3ppI/AAAAAAAAARk/FVzshk0zEvQ/s72-c/feliz-aniversario-blog-rafael-designer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/10/1-anoparabens.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YAQHc4eCp7ImA9Wx5VEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-5081938445934464139</id><published>2010-10-03T16:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T16:52:21.930+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-03T16:52:21.930+01:00</app:edited><title>Puro Azeite</title><summary type="html">
 Deus procura os justos sobre toda a terra mas muitas vezes mesmo vivendo na justiça do Senhor encontramos provações e logo desanimamos mas o que temos de fazer na realidade é nos alegrar e louvar porque Deus prometeu provas para os justos.





 " O Senhor está no seu santo templo;o trono do Senhor está nos céus ;os seus olhos estão atentos ,e as suas pálpebras provam os filhos dos homens.O &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/go4t1pROGtY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5081938445934464139/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/10/puro-azeite.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/5081938445934464139?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/5081938445934464139?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/go4t1pROGtY/puro-azeite.html" title="Puro Azeite" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/_VXc8ipq6xA4/TKijhuQuq7I/AAAAAAAAARc/51XrfrL38vE/s72-c/azeite.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/10/puro-azeite.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYASXc_fSp7ImA9Wx5QGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-639137417211917504</id><published>2010-09-08T22:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:42:28.945+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-08T22:42:28.945+01:00</app:edited><title>Apontar o Dedo</title><summary type="html">
 Apontar o dedo,muitas vezes é a maneira mais facil de lidar com os problemas e erros dos outros.

 Quando sabemos que alguém errou ou até mesmo pecou ,como ser humano temos tendência a falar mal e a criticar,na verdade é quase natural isso acontecer ,mas a bíblia nos alerta precisamente para o contrário, para levarmos as cargas um dos outros como podemos conferir neste versiculo


" Irmãos,se &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/EkQaThgL7ts" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/639137417211917504/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/09/apontar-o-dedo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/639137417211917504?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/639137417211917504?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/EkQaThgL7ts/apontar-o-dedo.html" title="Apontar o Dedo" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/_VXc8ipq6xA4/TIf8Ps8IaVI/AAAAAAAAARM/Z3lHQ-6E40Q/s72-c/dedo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/09/apontar-o-dedo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkACQnk5cCp7ImA9Wx5QFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-6345948062630218782</id><published>2010-09-05T13:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T13:12:43.728+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-05T13:12:43.728+01:00</app:edited><title>Entregue sua Vida a Deus</title><summary type="html">

Entregar a sua vida a Deus é um acto de fé que se exprime pela oração.Orar é simplesmente falar com Deus. Ele conhece o seu coração. O que importa para ele é a sua atitude interior, a sua honestidade. Aqui está uma oração que lhe sugerimos:

"Senhor Jesus, eu te agradeço pelo teu amor e pela tua vinda ao mundo para morrer por mim. Reconheço que, até hoje, tenho sido eu a conduzir a minha vida e&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/uUUElH50enU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6345948062630218782/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/09/entregue-sua-vida-jesus.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/6345948062630218782?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/6345948062630218782?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/uUUElH50enU/entregue-sua-vida-jesus.html" title="Entregue sua Vida a Deus" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/_VXc8ipq6xA4/TIOGiYIVtFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/jdzws7C4A6w/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/09/entregue-sua-vida-jesus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkICRXw-cSp7ImA9Wx5RF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-3063478526065921004</id><published>2010-08-25T15:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T17:42:44.259+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-25T17:42:44.259+01:00</app:edited><title>Vida Farta</title><summary type="html"> Certa vez um menino ouviu falar que Jesus iria falar para o povo num monte a alguns quilómetros de sua casa,de imediato seu coração ficou acelerado pois já conhecia de ouvir as  maravilhas que Jesus fazia e queria muito poder ver com seus próprios olhos.
 Levantou-se de madrugada e sua mãe lhe preparou para a viagem 5 pães e 2 peixinhos mas não conseguiu nem comer pois só pensava em ver com seus&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/8Px-fmWNWGU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/3063478526065921004/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/08/5-paes-e-2-peixinhos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/3063478526065921004?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/3063478526065921004?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/8Px-fmWNWGU/5-paes-e-2-peixinhos.html" title="Vida Farta" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/_VXc8ipq6xA4/THUreiIthjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dJscWIYqY3I/s72-c/hyuuui.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/08/5-paes-e-2-peixinhos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MDQX86eyp7ImA9Wx5RE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-852388487690885619</id><published>2010-08-21T01:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T01:11:10.113+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-21T01:11:10.113+01:00</app:edited><title>Comunicação</title><summary type="html">Hoje em dia comunicar com alguém não é difícil devido as tecnologias ao nosso dispor ,temos o telefone,a carta, fax,email, telemóvel, Internet,etc...mas quem nunca perdeu a sua ligação a meio de uma conversa??
 Normalmente quando uma situação destas acontece de imediato tentamos retomar a ligação e terminar a conversa.
 Assim também é nossa comunicação com Deus. Muitas vezes começamos nossas &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/ZRzGh3kwPuc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/852388487690885619/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/08/comunicacao.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/852388487690885619?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/852388487690885619?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/ZRzGh3kwPuc/comunicacao.html" title="Comunicação" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/_VXc8ipq6xA4/TG8Wxo_keeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bm-P4iJwJOU/s72-c/0331F.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/08/comunicacao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQEQXY9fip7ImA9Wx5SGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-1067481621331499949</id><published>2010-08-15T11:29:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:38:20.866+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-15T17:38:20.866+01:00</app:edited><title>A nossa Cruz</title><summary type="html">"E chamando a si a multidão, com os seus discípulos, disse-lhes: Se  alguém quiser vir após mim, negue-se a si mesmo, e tome a sua cruz, e  siga-me."  Marcos 8.34
Ao lermos este versículo muitas vezes interrogamos "...tomar a minha cruz...??" sim, o próprio Jesus o disse, tome a sua cruz e siga-me.
A nossa Cruz não são as doenças,as dividas,os problemas familiares,a perseguição,etc,mas sim aquilo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/KKGwmzU9aQQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/1067481621331499949/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/08/nossa-cruz.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/1067481621331499949?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/1067481621331499949?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/KKGwmzU9aQQ/nossa-cruz.html" title="A nossa Cruz" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/_VXc8ipq6xA4/TGfAawkfAiI/AAAAAAAAANI/n6vu2OlLT34/s72-c/Garoto2Cruz.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/08/nossa-cruz.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04GRnw8cCp7ImA9Wx5SEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-6191506267909315725</id><published>2010-08-07T10:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T10:05:27.278+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-07T10:05:27.278+01:00</app:edited><title>Pérolas ou grãos de areia?</title><summary type="html">“...não é a vida mais do que o mantimento, e o corpo mais do que o vestuário?” (Mt 6.25b.)
Tenho me questionado, com certa constância, o que realmente preciso. O que é importante ou desnecessário.          Não preciso de tantos relógios, só do meu estômago. E o que é mais importante: o prato ou a comida? Então não preciso de porcelanas chinesas e nem de cristais.Para que tantos sapatos e seus &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/sZTmXgFQFC8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6191506267909315725/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/08/perolas-ou-graos-de-areia.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/6191506267909315725?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/6191506267909315725?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/sZTmXgFQFC8/perolas-ou-graos-de-areia.html" title="Pérolas ou grãos de areia?" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/_VXc8ipq6xA4/TF0hwVdCIjI/AAAAAAAAANA/s_fx8j0dpTI/s72-c/perola1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/08/perolas-ou-graos-de-areia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQGRHg8fyp7ImA9Wx5TGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-2234686266001773604</id><published>2010-08-04T14:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:58:45.677+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-04T19:58:45.677+01:00</app:edited><title>Olhos Azuis</title><summary type="html">Certo dia uma menina ouviu na sua igreja local o pastor pregar um versículo que lhe entrou no coração 
 "Se pedirdes alguma coisa em meu nome, eu o farei." João 14;14
 Essa menina tinha nascido numa família onde todos tinham seus olhos azuis e apenas ela tinha seus olhos castanhos,o maior desejo de seu coração era ter a cor dos olhos igual a todos os seus familiares,então de imediato ao chegar a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/AGt2LC8zffE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/2234686266001773604/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/08/olhos-azuis.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/2234686266001773604?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/2234686266001773604?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/AGt2LC8zffE/olhos-azuis.html" title="Olhos Azuis" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/_VXc8ipq6xA4/TFll420B9XI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ATd8751Van8/s72-c/images.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/08/olhos-azuis.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UMQnY-eSp7ImA9Wx5TFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-6278287034916230793</id><published>2010-08-01T11:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T20:01:23.851+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-01T20:01:23.851+01:00</app:edited><title>Treino de Deus</title><summary type="html">
Um dia um menino chamado David, pastorzinho de ovelhas, enfrentou momentos difíceis, enquanto apascenta suas ovelhas; conta  a história (I Samuel 16: 11; 17:32-37) que veio um leão e depois um urso e tomou uma das ovelhas do rebanho que David apascentava e o pastorzinho de ovelhas saiu contra o leão e o urso, livrou a vida da ovelha, ferio-os e depois matou tanto o leão e o urso. 
Naquele &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/FckMclX03WI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6278287034916230793/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/08/treino-de-deus.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/6278287034916230793?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/6278287034916230793?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/FckMclX03WI/treino-de-deus.html" title="Treino de Deus" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/_VXc8ipq6xA4/TFVH0I7aO0I/AAAAAAAAAMw/xMqda6IpiFk/s72-c/golias1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/08/treino-de-deus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIBQ3o7eCp7ImA9Wx5TE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-5698035767100723702</id><published>2010-07-28T20:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:15:52.400+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-28T20:15:52.400+01:00</app:edited><title>O Sapinho</title><summary type="html">Todos os dias estamos sujeitos a receber críticas tanto daqueles que nem nos conhecem quanto daqueles que fazem parte da nossa vida. Não é fácil ouvi-las, já que muitas não são tão “construtivas” como parecem e por isso são capazes de até destruir sonhos. Nem sempre estamos preparados para lidar com essas duras palavras. Elas nos machucam e nos causam dor. Então o que fazer? Ficar magoado? Se &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/Zpf0cFOhKaU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5698035767100723702/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-sapinho.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/5698035767100723702?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/5698035767100723702?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/Zpf0cFOhKaU/o-sapinho.html" title="O Sapinho" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/_VXc8ipq6xA4/TFCBewcEV6I/AAAAAAAAAMY/nqpIZeQW6M8/s72-c/sapo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-sapinho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcEQ34-eSp7ImA9WxFaGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-3046459577964066956</id><published>2010-07-24T15:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T15:50:02.051+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-24T15:50:02.051+01:00</app:edited><title>Reabertura/Twitter</title><summary type="html">
É com enorme alegria que reabro este blog e com a a noticia que a partir de hoje estamos também no Twitter .
Juntamos essas 2 ferramentas para divulgação do Evangelho de Jesus e estaremos sempre disponíveis para seus comentários e também para sugestões pois contamos com todos para o Desenvolver deste trabalho.  Que Deus Abençoe as suas vidas abundantemente

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/a030RxBACQg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/3046459577964066956/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/07/reaberturatwitter.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/3046459577964066956?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/3046459577964066956?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/a030RxBACQg/reaberturatwitter.html" title="Reabertura/Twitter" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/_VXc8ipq6xA4/TEr4PB3q82I/AAAAAAAAAMI/tV4ovC5uQts/s72-c/twitter.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/07/reaberturatwitter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4HQHs9eyp7ImA9WxBbGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-3422635422816023595</id><published>2010-03-17T23:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:18:51.563Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-17T23:18:51.563Z</app:edited><title /><summary type="html">P

Por todos os leitores que têm contribuído com seus comentários e sugestões em breve voltaremos a escrever artigos do seu interesse. Desde já o MUITO OBRIGADO a todos&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/LnnkgidPetc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/3422635422816023595/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/03/p-por-todos-os-leitores-que-tem.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/3422635422816023595?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/3422635422816023595?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/LnnkgidPetc/p-por-todos-os-leitores-que-tem.html" title="" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/_VXc8ipq6xA4/S6Fis-MD56I/AAAAAAAAAL8/c9jaU8FiJnc/s72-c/24100743.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/03/p-por-todos-os-leitores-que-tem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04NRXk-fip7ImA9WxBQF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-1904605037981217348</id><published>2010-01-17T15:17:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:26:34.756Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-17T15:26:34.756Z</app:edited><title>Para Meditar...</title><summary type="html"> 
Confie...  

As coisas  acontecem na hora certa. 
Exactamente quando devem acontecer! 
Momentos  felizes, louve a Deus. 
Momentos difíceis, busque a Deus. 
Momentos  silenciosos, adore a Deus. 
Momentos dolorosos, confie em Deus. 
Cada  momento, agradeça a Deus. 
&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/l3J7q94SSGo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/1904605037981217348/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/01/para-meditar.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/1904605037981217348?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/1904605037981217348?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/l3J7q94SSGo/para-meditar.html" title="Para Meditar..." /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/_VXc8ipq6xA4/S1Mo6lymDEI/AAAAAAAAALE/wSbzeAlgxSQ/s72-c/%21cid_001901ca72ea%2445302fa0%247c01a8c0%40vasco.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2010/01/para-meditar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AHRXg9fip7ImA9WxBREU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-5790753666742679233</id><published>2009-12-29T03:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:15:34.666Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-30T01:15:34.666Z</app:edited><title>Ouvir Deus</title><summary type="html"> "Fala-me, Senhor, que o teu servo escuta" 
(1Sm 3,10)




A Bíblia demonstra que é desejo de Deus relacionar-se connosco, participar da nossa vida de forma completa, orientar-nos em meio às decisões e aos problemas, estar ao nosso lado em todas as circunstâncias, dizer-nos o que devemos e o que não devemos fazer, mostrar o caminho que devemos seguir, a porta que devemos abrir. A vitória de &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/ahIMfp-E-_c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5790753666742679233/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/12/ouvir-deus.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/5790753666742679233?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/5790753666742679233?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/ahIMfp-E-_c/ouvir-deus.html" title="Ouvir Deus" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/_VXc8ipq6xA4/Szl2Epm84II/AAAAAAAAAK8/rnDenTG02rQ/s72-c/ouvir.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/12/ouvir-deus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUBQ387cCp7ImA9WxBTF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-7907116816140408610</id><published>2009-12-13T17:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:44:12.108Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-13T17:44:12.108Z</app:edited><title>Medo dos Gigantes</title><summary type="html">O Senhor está comigo; não temerei. Que me poderá fazer o homem?
   (Sl 118.6.)


Moisés separa doze príncipes representantes das tribos de Israel e os envia
a espiar a terra prometida. Depois de quarenta dias de inspeção e “turismo”,
trazem junto com seu relatório uma prova da abundância da terra.


Um cacho de uvas tão grande que precisou de dois homens para conduzi-lo
em varas sobre os ombros. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/MV_y-t2IL44" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/7907116816140408610/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/12/medo-dos-gigantes.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/7907116816140408610?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/7907116816140408610?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/MV_y-t2IL44/medo-dos-gigantes.html" title="Medo dos Gigantes" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXc8ipq6xA4/SyUmQ1ma8nI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tB-3WyNsnpk/s72-c/Deserto_2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/12/medo-dos-gigantes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEMQ3g_eyp7ImA9WxNaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-3103853095077322113</id><published>2009-12-04T00:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:18:02.643Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-04T18:18:02.643Z</app:edited><title>O Alpinista</title><summary type="html">
Contam que um alpinista, desesperado por conquistar uma altíssima montanha, iniciou sua escalada depois de anos de preparação.
Como queria a glória só para ele, resolveu subir sem companheiros. 
Durante a subida foi ficando tarde e mais tarde, e ele não tinha se preparado para acampar, sendo que decidiu continuar a subir.... e por fim ficou escuro.
A noite era muito densa naquele ponto da &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/pSnh_cGNRQ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/3103853095077322113/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-alpinista.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/3103853095077322113?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/3103853095077322113?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/pSnh_cGNRQ8/o-alpinista.html" title="O Alpinista" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXc8ipq6xA4/SxhZaNNSApI/AAAAAAAAAKs/eo9fFz1H1yg/s72-c/O+Alpinista-Imagem+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-alpinista.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUEQH8_fip7ImA9WxNaFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-7813523110729893070</id><published>2009-11-30T00:59:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:06:41.146Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-30T01:06:41.146Z</app:edited><title>GPS</title><summary type="html">
 O GPS tornou-se uma ferramenta bastante interessante para quem anda muito na estrada e sua eficácia chega a surpreender até mesmo a quem não confia nas novas tecnologias.
 Apenas colocamos o nome da rua ou da cidade que queremos ir e rapidamente ele efectua diversos cálculos e nos oferece varias opções a seguir(trajecto mais rápido,mais barato,com ou sem auto-estrada,etc),escolhemos o mais &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/iTu_lOeDvF0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/7813523110729893070/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/11/gps.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/7813523110729893070?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/7813523110729893070?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/iTu_lOeDvF0/gps.html" title="GPS" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXc8ipq6xA4/SxMY1HVXgSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I9J_L1e98Ho/s72-c/gps.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/11/gps.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEABSH06fSp7ImA9WxNaFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-7472555095150704195</id><published>2009-11-28T11:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:12:39.315Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-28T11:12:39.315Z</app:edited><title>Uma formiga</title><summary type="html">
Outro dia, vi uma formiga que carregava uma enorme folha. A formiga era pequena e a folha devia ter, no mínimo, dez vezes o tamanho dela. A formiga a carregava com sacrifício.
Ora a arrastava, ora a tinha sobre a cabeça. Quando o vento batia, a folha tombava, fazendo cair também a formiga.
Foram muitos os tropeços, mas nem por isso a formiga desanimou de sua tarefa. Eu a observei e acompanhei, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/CJ0u-85aa44" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/7472555095150704195/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/11/uma-formiga.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/7472555095150704195?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/7472555095150704195?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/CJ0u-85aa44/uma-formiga.html" title="Uma formiga" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXc8ipq6xA4/SxEEVoQD_oI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hM9wiIZyCB4/s72-c/666e96ffcf10b2fee6d26fa3376a5332.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/11/uma-formiga.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cHSX89eip7ImA9WxNbGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-372576628840446953</id><published>2009-11-21T11:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:03:58.162Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-21T12:03:58.162Z</app:edited><title>O Homem e o carro</title><summary type="html">“Os meus ossos não te foram encobertos, quando no oculto fui feito, e entretecido nas profundezas da terra. Os teus olhos viram o meu corpo ainda informe; e no teu livro todas estas coisas foram escritas; as quais em continuação foram formadas, quando nem ainda uma delas havia”   
(Sl 139.15,16)



 Certo homem, muito tempo atrás, possuía um automóvel modelo Ford, com o qual passeava pelas ruas &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/mToM-u6nKE0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/372576628840446953/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-homem-e-o-carro.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/372576628840446953?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/372576628840446953?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/mToM-u6nKE0/o-homem-e-o-carro.html" title="O Homem e o carro" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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/_VXc8ipq6xA4/SwfOXJLhAyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3Rz5YXv_VZk/s72-c/ford_million_v8_18.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-homem-e-o-carro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEECQns7eSp7ImA9Wx5TE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-5246080019967596482</id><published>2009-11-14T13:52:00.010Z</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:51:03.501+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-28T20:51:03.501+01:00</app:edited><title>ANSIEDADE</title><summary type="html">"Lançando sobre ele toda a vossa ansiedade, porque ele tem cuidado de vós." I Pedro, 5:7 



  A     ansiedade é apontada como a principal emoção de nossa época.               A     ansiedade é antes de tudo um fenómeno normal e necessário da vida que     todos sentem ocasionalmente. Quando é sentida com maior intensidade, passa     então a ser vista como um mal estar ao mesmo tempo psíquico e &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/9R7Nxy7In5s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5246080019967596482/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/11/ansiedade.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/5246080019967596482?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/5246080019967596482?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/9R7Nxy7In5s/ansiedade.html" title="ANSIEDADE" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXc8ipq6xA4/Sv64klQm-oI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/jq7rj0d6QI4/s72-c/ansiedade2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/11/ansiedade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEHSH44cCp7ImA9Wx5TE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-3542927226768995851</id><published>2009-11-07T14:39:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:50:39.038+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-28T20:50:39.038+01:00</app:edited><title>Carta de Amor do PAI</title><summary type="html">Meu Filho, 
Tu podes não me conhecer, porém eu sei tudo sobre ti (Salmo 139:1)   Eu sei quando te assentas e quando te levantas (Salmo 139.2) Eu conheço todos os teus caminhos (Salmo 139.3) Até os cabelos da tua cabeça estão todos contados (Mateus 10.29-31) Pois tu foste feito à minha imagem (Génesis 1.27) Em mim tu vives e te moves, e tens existência (Actos 17.28) Pois tu és a minha descendência&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/qZmYkqIFbss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/3542927226768995851/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/11/carta-de-amor-do-pai.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/3542927226768995851?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/3542927226768995851?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/qZmYkqIFbss/carta-de-amor-do-pai.html" title="Carta de Amor do PAI" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXc8ipq6xA4/SvWE1QkksmI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZYatFVt_3Qk/s72-c/carta+de+amor+do+Pai.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/11/carta-de-amor-do-pai.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEERHs-fip7ImA9Wx5TE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-970241839100875381.post-6536626581227245149</id><published>2009-11-02T18:13:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:50:05.556+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-28T20:50:05.556+01:00</app:edited><title>Boa Semente</title><summary type="html">"Ora, aquele que dá a semente ao que semeia, também vos dê pão para comer, e multiplique a vossa sementeira, e aumente os frutos da vossa justiça;"    IICor.9.10

   Todas as pessoas que querem colher algo,antes tem de preparar bem a terra,fertilizar,e durante vários meses regar, para que ao fim de algum tempo possam ter frutos do seu trabalho.  A terra onde plantamos tem de ser bem escolhida &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~4/KMqKOcFveNY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6536626581227245149/comments/default" title="Enviar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/11/boa-semente.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/6536626581227245149?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/970241839100875381/posts/default/6536626581227245149?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/WjMwX/~3/KMqKOcFveNY/boa-semente.html" title="Boa Semente" /><author><name>Atalaia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08671789268168717238</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXc8ipq6xA4/Su8giSqONXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-FIlyj6sClw/s72-c/2447010092_19b9d3d929.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mundoatalaia.blogspot.com/2009/11/boa-semente.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

