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simulate storm; Perpetuum Jazzile; Storm" /><category term="Pérola da Manhã" /><category term="força do braço" /><category term="Jejum" /><category term="Deus faz" /><category term="Marta" /><category term="abrão" /><title>" Intimidade com Deus "</title><subtitle type="html">Fazendo a Diferença</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intimidadedeus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://intimidadedeus.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46986682532584250/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Eliz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06478183452075115066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo-UMPQXKqk/TNfSkV7G2YI/AAAAAAAAB_o/hlF9tBtRsIo/S220/DSC01662.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ffSYc" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/ffsyc" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/ffSYc</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04DRn0yfCp7ImA9WhRWFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46986682532584250.post-5875234920551061453</id><published>2012-01-03T12:38:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:46:17.394-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T12:46:17.394-02:00</app:edited><title>Sonhar e Realizar</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://intimidadedeus.blogspot.com/feeds/5875234920551061453/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://intimidadedeus.blogspot.com/2012/01/sonhar-e-realizar.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46986682532584250/posts/default/5875234920551061453?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/46986682532584250/posts/default/5875234920551061453?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ffSYc/~3/v18IrPZJtCQ/sonhar-e-realizar.html" title="Sonhar e Realizar" /><author><name>Marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15132541681363515616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="20" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JStSQp8Nk3Q/TvGw6daE8-I/AAAAAAAAASw/hXu6ArYf5to/s220/imagesCAMMJ7HZ.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9WD0JAqcR-k/TwMUr9j5-ZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/4BDezPGN7Tg/s72-c/tr060075.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html"> Responda, com sinceridade, às seguintes perguntas e ficará a saber se os seus sonhos serão ou não realizados em 2012!1 – O meu sonho é realmente meu ou estarei a acalentar o sonho dos outros?2 – Vejo claramente o meu sonho ou embora não o queira admitir, ainda não o tenho bem definido?3 – Para realizar o meu sonho estarei a depender de fatores que estão dentro do meu controlo ou será que estou à
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Você diz que quer servir a Deus. Diz que quer viver para Ele. Você diz que gostaria de poder serví-lO cada dia da sua vida... mas você não faz isso. Você O serve em seu tempo livre e vive a maior parte do tempo para sí mesma...

A verdade é que você apenas serve a uma causa quando você crê (lá no fundo) que ela é maior do que você mesma. Quando você percebe que ela já existia 
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Certo dia, uma criança estava a observar uma pequena abertura num casulo. Esteve a ver por muito tempo, percebendo que a pequena borboleta se esforçava, batendo as asas, para conseguir alargar o buraco e sair através da abertura. Ao fim de umas horas, não havia grandes progressos com as tentativas, pois a borboleta batia as asas contra as paredes do casulo e não parecia que alargasse 
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Quem projeta os melhores carros esportivos? Quem costura as melhores roupas? Quem faz os melhores biscoitos? Quem cria as mais belas obras da arquitetura? Quem é o melhor em sua área, seja ela qual for? 
Na maioria das vezes – se não sempre – a resposta é
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13º Dia do Jejum de DanielDo: Senhor Jesus

Para: Os servos

Pequenos erros, grandes dúvidas
É assim que o mal trabalha.

Ele tem usado picuinhas e as transformado em pecados quase imperdoáveis.
E fica martelando na cabeça da vítima todo o tempo,
em especial quando se busca Deus.

Você
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DEUS TE ESCOLHEU I Corintios, 1, 2626 Imãos, reparai, pois na vossa vocação; visto que não foram chamados muitos sábios segundo a carne, nem muitos poderosos, nem muitos nobres de nascimento;  27 pelo contrário, Deus escolheu as coisas loucas do mundo para envergonhar os sábios e escolheu as coisas fracas 
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Meditação: … Ao anoitecer, pode vir o choro, mas a alegria vem pela manhã. (Salmo 30:5)
Pensamento: Deixe suas tristezas com Jesus, o “Homem de Dores”.Leitura: Salmo 40:1-5.

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É verdade, na vida, Deus Faz. Mas você pode colaborar:
Só "Deus" pode criar. Mas você pode valorizar o que Ele criou.
Só "Deus" pode dar a vida. Mas você pode transmiti-la e respeitá-la.
Só "Deus" pode dar a fé. Mas você pode dar o seu testemunho.
Só "Deus" pode dar o amor. Mas você pode ensinar o seu irmão a amar.


Só "Deus" pode dar a paz. Mas você pode semear a união. 
Só "Deus" pode dar a 
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Quando eu era criança e pegava numa tangerina para descascar, corria para o meu pai e pedia: “- pai, começa o começo!”. O que eu queria era que ele fizesse o primeiro rasgo na casca, o mais difícil e resistente para as minhas pequenas mãos. Depois, sorridente, ele sempre acabava por descascar toda a fruta para mim. Mas, outras vezes, eu mesmo tirava o restante da casca a 
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Se você pensa que o Todo-Poderoso não tem sonhos, está muito equivocado.
Se Ele não tivesse sonhos, jamais teria sacrificado Seu Único Filho.
E por que o fez? Que sonho ou vontade O teria motivado a sacrificar?
O sonho de resgatar a humanidade; de salvar pessoas do inferno; de transformá-las na Sua própria glória. Isto é, refazê-las, por meio do Seu Espírito, novas criaturas, 
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 Noemi e Rute se aproximaram em circunstâncias difíceis. Para fugir da escassez de alimentos em Israel, a família de Noemi mudou-se para Moabe. Lá, seus dois filhos se casaram com mulheres moabitas: Órfã e Rute, e o marido e os filhos de Noemi morreram. Naquela cultura, as mulheres eram dependentes dos homens, o que as deixou em aperto.
Noemi ouviu dizer que a fome em Israel 
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Siga estas 10 dicas de boa convivência ! Saiba que Deus se agrada com nosso bom testemunho! 
1º Tenha controle de sua língua. Sempre diga menos do que pensa. Cultive voz baixa e suave. A maneira como se fala muitas vezes impressiona mais do que aquilo que se fala. 
2º Pense antes de fazer uma promessa e depois cumpra-a, não importa o quanto lhe custe.
3º 
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There's so much I want to say
When I think about that day


Nothing ever satisfied
Empty poems of the heart
Fruitless searching of my soul
Nothing inside


What a day! Oh my Lord
What a day! My Savior God
What a way to find true love!


When I knew you understood
All my failures you forgave
There's no way I could repay


All I have is at Your feet
Sacrifice of sincerity
No 
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“AH QUE DIA”






EIS ME AQUI, Ó SENHOR..
TENHO TANTO PRA CONTAR, MAS NÃO SEI COMO FALAR...
POESIAS DE AMOR, E ENCANTOS TE BUSQUEI, MAS NÃO TE ACHEI ALI MEU SALVADOR...
Ó ESPIRITO DE DEUS, ME AJUDE A ME EXPRESSAR, POIS MINHA ALMA ANSEIA TE ENCONTRAR...


AH QUE DIA, MEU SENHOR.
AH QUE DIA, MEU SALVADOR.
AH QUE DIA, MEU AMOR...


QUANDO ENFIM TE ENCONTRAR, ENCONTRAR MEU SALVADOR.
FINALMENTE 
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Para começar e, consequentemente, fortalecer uma relação, é necessário o diálogo, é necessário falar. Isso acontece em todos os tipos de relacionamentos, seja matrimonial, noivado, namoro, amizade e espiritual (com DEUS).
Para que 
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Quer uma pessoa acredite em Deus ou não, acreditar em si próprio é extremamente importante. Se existe um pouco de dúvida nessa "auto - crença", o resultado de todas as acções desta pessoa serão comprometidas.
Você pode ver que existem muitas pessoas neste mundo que não acreditam em Deus, mas porque acreditam nas suas capacidades, tornaram-se verdadeiras histórias de sucesso.
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Albert Einstein disse o seguinte: "Loucura é fazer a mesma coisa repetitivamente, e esperar resultados diferentes." Mas muitas pessoas têm caído nessa mesma armadilha. Elas têm insistido em fazer as coisas sempre da mesma forma, repetindo o mesmo erro e esperando resultados diferentes. Mas é claro que isto nunca dará certo.
Muito pelo contrário. Como a pessoa fica repetindo os 
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O título desta mensagem diz-lhe alguma coisa? Realizado em 1993, o filme "Groundhog Day" conta a história de um homem de que está parado no tempo e que todo o dia ao acordar vive a mesma vida, fala com as mesmas pessoas, responde às mesmas chamadas telefónicas, dias após dia. O título deste filme passou a ser usado na língua Inglesa para descrever algo que acontece repetidamente 
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