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Por que ser amigo é mais que uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;companhia&lt;/span&gt;: é ser companheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Ser amigo é mais que abraçar. É passar num abraço todo o amor e carinho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Ser amigo não é estar presente em todos os momentos, mas fazer-se presente quando necessário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font: major-bidi;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:major-bidi;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Ser amigo é mais do que ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;otimista&lt;/span&gt;. É ser convincente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:major-bidi;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Ser amigo é mais que sair para curtir nos fins de semana. É estar presente tanto nos momentos tristes quanto nos felizes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:major-bidi;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Ser amigo não é perdoar tudo. É saber relevar e compreender, quando possível, as falhas dos outros.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:major-bidi;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Ser amigo é mais que olhar junto na mesma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;direção&lt;/span&gt;. É olhar um para o outro e ver todos os defeitos e as qualidades, é amar os amigos pelos defeitos e as qualidades.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:major-bidi;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Ser amigo é se preocupar com o outro e não se importar em ouvir quando está pronto para sair ou quer ficar sozinho: "Vem aqui por favor, estou precisando de você." E ir mesmo com vontade de ficar, sem se arrepender disso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:major-bidi;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Ser amigo é ser a esperança de alguém, ser amigo é ser a luz, é ser o guia, o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;protetor&lt;/span&gt; de alguém.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:major-bidi;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Ser amigo é ser amor, porque ser amigo não basta gostar ou querer bem. Para ser amigo tem que saber amar e saber a pureza e a doçura da palavra amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:major-bidi;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Para ser amigo tem que saber se doar e sentir a felicidade do reconhecimento do amigo, a felicidade do olhar terno e tímido, do abraço forte e agradecido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:major-bidi;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Ser amigo é sentir-se amado por amar e ser feliz com o amor de alguém.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:major-bidi;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Ser amigo é começar ajudando e terminar sendo ajudado, porque amizade é uma troca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:major-bidi;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;Ser amigo é ser o companheiro de alguém, é ser o que faltava para que tudo fosse perfeito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-bidi; color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR"&gt;( D.A )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:major-bidi"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/228844596264806503-7855230757755783776?l=palavrasdeumombroamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Como fugir da sua própria alma? Como sair deste labirinto?&lt;br /&gt;Trata primeiro o teu coração, que de alma limpa todos os lugares serão bons...&lt;br /&gt;Há um homem que não esteve em muitos lugares na terra,  mas está em todos os corações se o homem assim quiser...&lt;br /&gt;Se &lt;a style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; COLOR: #006600; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw0619929(event, this, 'undefined'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" onmouseout="hideMaybe('HOTWordsTitle'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " onclick="hwClick0619929(undefined);return false;" href="http://www.uniblog.com.br/contecomigo/139240/um-lugar-em-seu-coracao.html#"&gt;você&lt;/a&gt; já o conhece, mas ainda procura lá fora a solução de tudo, reverta esse processo: a solução está na mudança de dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se ainda não conhece Jesus de perto na intimidade, hoje sem dúvida é o dia...&lt;br /&gt;O lugar bonito tem que começar no seu coração, na sua mente ...e para isso, Jesus Cristo tem a receita de mudança... e só Ele pode &lt;a style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 1px dotted; COLOR: #006600; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseover="hw1619929(event, this, 'undefined'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='solid';" onmouseout="hideMaybe('HOTWordsTitle'); this.style.cursor='hand'; this.style.textDecoration='underline'; this.style.borderBottom='dotted 1px'; " onclick="hwClick1619929(undefined);return false;" href="http://www.uniblog.com.br/contecomigo/139240/um-lugar-em-seu-coracao.html#"&gt;mudar&lt;/a&gt; por completo sem deixar marcas ou cicatrizes...&lt;br /&gt;Diga a Ele: Senhor quero que meu coração seja sempre um lugar bonito e que minha alma e meu espírito reflita a vida Tua em mim; e ainda que eu esteja nos lugares e situações mais difíceis, dentro de mim quero que seja um lindo dia de sol, como uma linda paisagem de um pintor. Depois é só aguardar uma linda paisagem brotar e fazer nascer uma nova alma, um novo ser em você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nilma Coimbra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/228844596264806503-1748446858376582488?l=palavrasdeumombroamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sei... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sei... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;se a vida é curta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou longa demais para nós &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas sei que nada do que vivemos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tem sentido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;se não tocarmos o coração das pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muitas vezes basta ser: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;colo que acolhe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;braço que envolve, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;palavra que conforta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;silêncio que respeita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;alegria que contagia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lágrima que corre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;olhar que sacia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;amor que promove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E isso não é coisa de outro mundo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;é o que dá sentido à vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É o que faz com que ela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;não seja nem curta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nem longa demais, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas que seja intensa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;verdadeira e pura... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;enquanto durar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cora Coralina&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/228844596264806503-1288344175451193839?l=palavrasdeumombroamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Com muita dificuldade e restos dos destroços, ele conseguiu montar um pequeno abrigo para que pudesse se proteger do sol, da chuva e de animais e para guardar seus poucos pertences, e como sempre agradeceu.&lt;br /&gt;Nos dias seguintes a cada alimento que conseguia caçar ou colher, ele agradecia. No entanto um dia quando voltava da busca por alimentos, ele encontrou o seu abrigo em chamas, envolto em altas nuvens de fumaça.&lt;br /&gt;Terrivelmente desesperado ele se revoltou, gritava chorando: "O pior aconteceu! Perdi tudo! Deus, por que fizeste isso comigo?" Chorou tanto, que adormeceu, profundamente cansado. No dia seguinte bem cedo, foi despertado pelo som de um navio que se aproximava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Viemos resgatá-lo", disseram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Como souberam que eu estava aqui?", perguntou ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Nós vimos o seu sinal de fumaça"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É comum sentirmo-nos desencorajados e até desesperados quando as coisas vão mal. Mas Deus age em nosso benefício, mesmo nos momentos de dor e sofrimento. Lembrem-se: se algum dia o seu único abrigo estiver em chamas,esse pode ser o sinal de fumaça que fará chegar até você a Graça Divina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para cada pensamento negativo nosso, Deus tem uma resposta positiva:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: "Isso e impossível" Deus diz: "Tudo é possível"(Lucas 18:27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: "Eu já estou cansado" Deus diz: "Eu te darei o repouso"(Mateus 11:28-30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: "Ninguém me ama de verdade" Deus diz: "Eu te amo"(João 3:16 &amp;amp; João 13:34)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: "não tenho condições" Deus diz: "Minha graça é suficiente"(II Coríntios 12:9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: "Não vejo saída" Deus diz: "Eu guiarei teus passos"(Provérbios 3:5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: "Eu não posso fazer" Deus diz: "Você pode fazer tudo"(Filipenses 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: "Dói" Deus diz: "Eu te livrarei da angústia"(Salmos 90:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: "Não vale a pena" Deus diz: "Tudo vale a pena" (Romanos 8:28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: "Eu não mereço perdão" Deus diz: "Eu te perdôo"(I Epistola de São João 1:9 &amp;amp; Romanos 8:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: "Não vou conseguir" Deus diz: "Eu suprirei todas as suas&lt;br /&gt;necessidades"(Filipenses 4:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: "Estou com medo" Deus diz: "Eu não te dei um espírito de medo" (II Timóteo 1:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: "Estou sempre frustrado e preocupado" Deus diz: "Confiai-me todas as suas preocupações"(I Pedro 5:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: "Eu não tenho talento suficiente" Deus diz: "Eu te dou sabedoria"(I Coríntios 1:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: "Não tenho fé" Deus diz: "Eu dei a cada um uma medida de fé"(Romanos 12:3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: "Eu me sinto só e desamparado" Deus diz: "Eu nunca te deixarei nem desampararei" (Hebreus 13:5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( D.A )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/228844596264806503-381680204537742451?l=palavrasdeumombroamigo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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