<?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-816713224749168841</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:20:39.069-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor de mãe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-925454265623727171</id><published>2010-06-06T10:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T10:22:21.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem para as mães</title><content type='html'>Mãe,&lt;br /&gt;Que ao dar a benção da vida,&lt;br /&gt;entregou a sua...&lt;br /&gt;Que ao lutar por seus filhos,&lt;br /&gt;esqueceu-se de si mesma...&lt;br /&gt;Que ao desejar o sucesso deles,&lt;br /&gt;abandonou seus anseios...&lt;br /&gt;Que ao vibrar com suas vitórias,&lt;br /&gt;esqueceu seu próprio mérito...&lt;br /&gt;Que ao receber injustiças,&lt;br /&gt;respondeu com seu amor...&lt;br /&gt;E que, ao relembrar o passado,&lt;br /&gt;só tem um pedido:&lt;br /&gt;DEUS, PROTEJA MEUS FILHOS, POR TODA A VIDA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-925454265623727171?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/925454265623727171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=925454265623727171' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/925454265623727171'/><link rel='self' 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pelo celular que diziam assim:&lt;br /&gt;"Agora você vai ser titia"&lt;br /&gt;Então, a Letícia me ligou do trabalho tentando entender melhor, pois achou que pudesse ser uma brincadeira em relação ao Boni, meu cachorrinho.&lt;br /&gt;Quando confirmei o que era ela disse:&lt;br /&gt;"Quando recebi o torpedo fiquei toda emocionada aqui, quase chorei, fiquei muito feliz, parabéns"&lt;br /&gt;O fato dela ter ficado emoncionada muito me emocionou também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São palavras que ficarão para sempre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-379790353888943466?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/379790353888943466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=379790353888943466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/379790353888943466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/379790353888943466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/09/palavras-que-me-marcaram.html' title='Palavras que me marcaram'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-1958697275754334670</id><published>2009-09-06T10:28:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:34:58.027-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eis chegada a hora...</title><content type='html'>Sempre fiquei com preocupação de como saberia qual seria a hora de ir para o hospital "ganhar neném". A drª Marineuza, me respondeu que eu sabria a hora. As mães sabem a hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria parto normal, e com as 40 semanas, o previsto era 23/02/2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, na noite de 15 de fevereiro por volta das 22 horas senti algumas contrações que poderiam ser algum sinal de que estaria na hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormi. Acordei por volta de meia noite com os mesmos sintomas e voltei a dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a partir de 2:30 do dia 16/02 percebi que a situação seria o que eu previa há algumas horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comecei a anotar num pedaço de papel que encontrei próximo para verificar o tempo de uma contração e outra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SqgCtK93GoI/AAAAAAAABOo/zcL1iPA_Guo/s1600-h/Inicio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379552729955244674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SqgCtK93GoI/AAAAAAAABOo/zcL1iPA_Guo/s320/Inicio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis as anotações:&lt;br /&gt;2:37&lt;br /&gt;2:41&lt;br /&gt;2:47&lt;br /&gt;2:52&lt;br /&gt;3:02&lt;br /&gt;3:15&lt;br /&gt;3:22&lt;br /&gt;3:27&lt;br /&gt;obs: imagem ao lado mostrando a intensidade da dor aumentando conforme as horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi, então, ir para o hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-1958697275754334670?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/1958697275754334670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=1958697275754334670' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/1958697275754334670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/1958697275754334670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/09/eis-chegada-hora.html' title='Eis chegada a hora...'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SqgCtK93GoI/AAAAAAAABOo/zcL1iPA_Guo/s72-c/Inicio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-1681576631642517588</id><published>2009-05-27T08:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:54:34.022-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Criança aprende</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Sh0poaQVt6I/AAAAAAAABKs/6AxmaFRcfGE/s1600-h/IMG_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340470507350636450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Sh0poaQVt6I/AAAAAAAABKs/6AxmaFRcfGE/s200/IMG_1372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia 02/04/2009 quando fui buscar Melissa na escola, choveu no meio do caminho, não levei guarda-chuva e me molhei um pouco, quando saimos da escola ela viu e me mostrou toda feliz um arco-íris, eu tirei fotos e ficamos conversando sobre as cores do arco-íris . Como ele era bonito até que ela demonstrou um certo desconforto, parecendo procurar algo. Então me perguntou: cadê a arca de Noé.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naquele momento fiquei emocionada, pois vi que a história de Noé havia ficado marcada. E percebi o quanto é importante conversarmos e ensinar nossos filhos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expliquei a ela que a Arca havia existido há muito tempo atrás, não poderia estar ali porque já havia passado muitos anos, e que por isso a sua história esteva registrada na Bíblia, que naquele momento ali não poderíamos vê-la. Que quando chegássemos em casa iríamos ver na Bíblia e rever essa história tão bonita de obediência a Deus que Noé demonstrou.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Sh0pzcqJAXI/AAAAAAAABK0/3kgUmBSNPgk/s1600-h/IMG_1375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340470696974287218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Sh0pzcqJAXI/AAAAAAAABK0/3kgUmBSNPgk/s200/IMG_1375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-1681576631642517588?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/1681576631642517588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=1681576631642517588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/1681576631642517588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/1681576631642517588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/05/crianca-aprende.html' title='Criança aprende'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Sh0poaQVt6I/AAAAAAAABKs/6AxmaFRcfGE/s72-c/IMG_1372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-1593891080859185071</id><published>2009-05-26T16:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:56:33.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Profissão Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A inserção das mulheres no mercado de trabalho apesar de ter significado um grande avanço, por outro lado, provocou algumas mudanças no que diz respeito ao dia a dia de muitas delas, uma vez que saíram da condição de administradoras do lar para se tornarem agentes do mercado de trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos voltar um pouco no tempo e refletir. Num passado não muito distante, as mulheres casavam-se cedo e dedicavam praticamente todo o tempo que possuíam para tomar conta do esposo, da casa e dos filhos. Portanto, ela estava ali tempo integral. Mas, isso tem mudado muito. De uns anos para cá, essas mulheres precisaram conciliar o trabalho fora com as atividades de casa e isso tem custado muita força de vontade e o dobro de dedicação para que todas as atividades sejam cumpridas sem causar prejuízo a ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;É importante destacar que as relações familiares ficaram comprometidas, principalmente no que diz respeito ao cuidado com filhos. Muitas mães têm deixado a criação dos filhos por conta dos avós, da babá e até mesmo da televisão.&lt;br /&gt;Que tipo de mãe você tem sido? Aquela que se desdobra para dar conta de conciliar todas as atividades e ainda cuidar dos filhos ou aquela que nunca tem tempo para ninguém a não ser para si mesma?&lt;br /&gt;É importante refletir sobre isso. É certo que trabalhar fora muitas vezes não é uma opção, é uma questão de sobrevivência, mas, isso não pode ser um empecilho para se manter um bom relacionamento dentro de casa. A mãe que trabalha fora precisa dedicar o máximo de tempo possível aos filhos e participar ativamente de sua criação, para que isso não seja feito por “outras pessoas”. A não participação da mãe na vida de um filho pode trazer consequências terríveis no desenvolvimento da criança, que pode se tornar um adulto inseguro, amargurado e cheio de traumas.&lt;br /&gt;Se você é uma mãe que trabalha fora, dedique a maior parte do tempo livre que possui com seu (s) filho(s). Isso não quer dizer que você não terá tempo para si mesma, o importante é se organizar da melhor maneira possível. Isso fará com que no futuro você tenha a plena consciência de que fez a coisa certa. E principalmente nunca se esqueça de criar seu filho nos caminhos do Senhor Jesus, pois ele é o verdadeiro caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, apesar do artigo ser voltado para as mães, destaca-se também a igual importância da participação dos pais na criação dos filhos. Estes devem ser companheiros e carinhosos tanto com os filhos tanto com as esposas, pois assim, tudo fica mais fácil para ambas as partes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por Vanessa Freitas&lt;br /&gt;redacao@lagoinha.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-1593891080859185071?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/1593891080859185071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=1593891080859185071' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/1593891080859185071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/1593891080859185071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/05/profissao-mae.html' title='Profissão Mãe'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-4673233125388498173</id><published>2009-05-16T10:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:39:21.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo dia é dia das mães</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Homenagens Dia das mães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Sg7BvCmdUKI/AAAAAAAABG8/CmIpdu-f5rk/s1600-h/dia_das_maes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336415622376804514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Sg7BvCmdUKI/AAAAAAAABG8/CmIpdu-f5rk/s400/dia_das_maes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-4673233125388498173?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/4673233125388498173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=4673233125388498173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/4673233125388498173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/4673233125388498173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/05/todo-dia-e-dia-das-maes.html' title='Todo dia é dia das mães'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Sg7BvCmdUKI/AAAAAAAABG8/CmIpdu-f5rk/s72-c/dia_das_maes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-7761914183639350082</id><published>2009-05-10T12:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:49:16.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>CD dia das mães 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Sg2ctHtJ03I/AAAAAAAABGs/zcfSnOTCaMA/s1600-h/IMG_1711.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336093432480387954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Sg2ctHtJ03I/AAAAAAAABGs/zcfSnOTCaMA/s200/IMG_1711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Salmo 126 - Ana Paula Valadão Bessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Pra minha mãe - Alessandra Samadello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Mãe que encanta - Adriana Fabro (Mig e Meg)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Pra você, minha mãe - Turminha Querubim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Beijinho da mamãe - Pedro Bandeira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Tesouro maior - Rhode (Mig e Meg)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Mamãe - Juliana Evely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Lugar especial - Turma do Printy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Minha mãe - Márcia Coropos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Minha mãe - Balão Mágico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Obrigado Mãe - Jayane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Gratidão - Turma do Printy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Eu quero criar meu filhinho - Romilda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Exemplo de mulher - Eyshila e Liz Lane&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Pai Nosso da Mamãe - Turma do Printy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Oração da criança - Juliana Evely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Minhas mãozinhas - Alex Gonzaga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Meu amor, meu bebê - Mparcia Resende&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. canção para meu filho - Eyshila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Mãe - Andréa Fontes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Mãe - Voices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. (bonus) A Deus demos glória - Melissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/816713224749168841-7761914183639350082?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/7761914183639350082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=7761914183639350082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/7761914183639350082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/7761914183639350082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/05/cd-dia-das-maes-2009.html' title='CD dia das mães 2009'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Sg2ctHtJ03I/AAAAAAAABGs/zcfSnOTCaMA/s72-c/IMG_1711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-8149399950715415365</id><published>2009-05-09T09:13:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:42:28.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De mãe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Certa vez perguntaram a uma mãe qual era seu filho preferido, aquele que ela mais amavaE ela deixou entrever um sorriso, respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;"Nada é mais volúvel que um coração de mãe".&lt;br /&gt;E como mãe lhe respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;o filho predileto, aquele a quem me dedico de corpo e alma é o meu filho doente até que sare.&lt;br /&gt;O que partiu, até que volte.&lt;br /&gt;O que está cansado,até que descanse.&lt;br /&gt;O que está com fome, até que se alimente.&lt;br /&gt;O que está com sede, até que beba.&lt;br /&gt;O que está estudando, até que aprenda.&lt;br /&gt;O que está nu, até que se vista.&lt;br /&gt;O que não trabalha até que se empregue.&lt;br /&gt;O que namora, até que se case.&lt;br /&gt;O que casa até que conviva.&lt;br /&gt;O que é pai, até que os crie.&lt;br /&gt;O que prometeu, até que cumpra.&lt;br /&gt;O que chore, até que cale.&lt;br /&gt;E já com o semblante bem distante daquele sorriso completou:&lt;br /&gt;O que me deixou, até que o reencontre.&lt;br /&gt;Mães são presentes de Deus!&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/816713224749168841-8149399950715415365?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/8149399950715415365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=8149399950715415365' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/8149399950715415365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/8149399950715415365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-mae.html' title='De mãe!'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-2346220794952933947</id><published>2009-05-08T10:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:37:13.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mães que oram - Parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os alvos de oração das Déboras: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A conversão de nossos filhos; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A restauração dos que estão desviados dentro e fora das igrejas evangélicas; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despertamento missionário de 50.000 jovens. Um compromisso missionário para o resto de suas vidas, se tornando um “Jovem, geração compromisso”. Se tornará um missionário na sua escola, em outra cultura, um(a) pastor(a), um fazedor de tendas (aqueles que tiram o sustento do próprio trabalho) e/ou um mantenedor de missões. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A consagração de 50.000 jovens; Um avivamento das escolas e das universidades, local onde os filhos passam a maior parte do dia, e onde há grande influência de vícios, materialismos e mensagens anti-cristãs em geral. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não é confortador saber que se pedirmos encontraremos socorro divino em tudo que diz respeito aos nossos filhos? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então mãe, você não gostaria de conhecer mais o projeto e dele participar? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para maiores informações, consultar a Coordenadora do Projeto em nossa Igreja: Luciene Fortunato – (21) 8552-2122&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:luciene@invsc.org.br"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;luciene@&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:luciene@invsc.org.br"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;invsc.org.br&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a Coordenadora Regional do Sudeste, Maria José&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:despertadebora@mpc.org.br"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;despertadebora@mpc.org.br&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nossos pedidos por nossos filhos. Abaixo relacionamos pedidos específicos para cada dia do mês. Sugerimos que você use essa estratégia para sua devocional diária. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro para que nossos filhos amem cada vez mais o Senhor e a Sua Palavra. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro para que eles tenham sabedoria do Senhor para aproveitar cada oportunidade que surgir, para testemunhar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro para que nossos filhos tenham prazer na comunhão com os irmãos e que sejam intercessores. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro para que nossos filhos sejam livres dos ataques espirituais através de músicas seculares, programas de televisão, novelas, revistas e livros, alguns orientados por escolas ou faculdades. Oro pelo despertamento dos nossos filhos para missões. Que sejam sustentadores da obra missionária. Que se comprometam com a obra missionária para o resto de suas vidas: como missionários em seu próprio ambiente ou em outra cultura, seja como pastaro ou fazedor de tendas (aquele que tira sustento de seu próprio trabalho). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pelo despetamento de crianças, adolescentes e jovens. Que haja fogo do Espírito sobre eles, batismo do Espírito Santo, mover profético, amor pela Palavra de Deus, compromisso com Jesus, coração responsivo e alegria em estar na Casa de Deus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pela cura dos nossos filhos. Que cada um deles seja alcançado pelo imenso amor do Senhor. Intercedo pela entrega total de suas vidas a Cristo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pela conversão dos nossos filhos. Que cada um deles seja alcançado pelo imenso amor do Senhor. Intercedo pela entrega total de suas vidas a Cristo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pelos menores abandonados, meninos de rua e crianças órfãs que vivem nos orfanatos, entidades do governo, etc. Que o Senhor, com o seu imenso amor possa assisti-los e suprir cada uma das suas necessidades. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pelas escolas e faculdades onde nossos filhos passam a maior parte do dia. Que o Senhor dê a eles o discernimento e firmeza para rejeitar os conceitos passados em sala de aula que contrariam a Palavra de Deus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pelos diretores, professores, orientadores educacionais, coordenadores e por cada disciplina que é ministrada a eles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pela capacidade intelectual e bom aprendizado. Que nossos filhos tenham prazer nos estudos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pela saúde física, mental, emocional e espiritual de nossos filhos. Por seu crescimento e amadurecimento em todas estas áreas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pelo caráter, temperamento e personalidade de nossos filhos. Que no seu modo de ser e viver dêem um bom testemunho de Cristo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pelo crescimento espiritual de nossos filhos. Que não haja pecados não confessados, sentimento de amargura, falta de perdão e nem ânimo dobre. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pela paz, harmonia, alegria e amor em nossoas casas. Que nossos filhos tenham prazer em estar em nossa companhia. Pelo bom relacionamento entre irmãos, para que haja harmonia, camaradagem e respeito mútuo entre eles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro para cada criança, adolescente e jovem de nossa Igreja. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro para que o Senhor possa levantar em nossa Igreja jovens e adolescentes comprometidos a participarem da “Geração Compromisso”. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pela extinção de preconceitos sociais e raciais entre nossos jovens, adolescentes e crianças. Que seja estabelecidos o amor fraternal e o sentimento de pertencer à família de Deus, seja qual for a raça, cor ou posição social de cada um. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro para que o Senhor livre nossos filhos dos vícios de qualquer espécie. Que eles possam ser sensíveis ao sofrimento dos colegas e amigos que estão nos vícios. Que possam ser intercessores por eles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pela restauração dos que estão desviados dentro e fora das igrejas evangélicas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro para que o Senhor esteja constrangendo esses filhos a se voltarem para Jesus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro também para que o Senhor tire as escamas que Satanás tem colocado em seus olhos, impedindo assim que vejam o verdadeiro Caminho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro para que nossos filhos se sintam felizes e privilegiados por pertencerem a uma família cristã. Oro para que nós, pais, busquemos sabedoria e graça, a fim de vivermos uma vida bonita e coerente que conduza nossos filhos a escolherem sempre o melhor caminho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro para que o Senhor livre nossos filhos da influência dos vícios, materialismo, mensagens anticristãs, imoralidade e consumismo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro para que nossos filhos tenham coragem para rejeitar tudo o que não é do Senhor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro em favor dos amigos de nossos filhos. Declaro agora uma palavra abençoadora sobre a vida de cada um deles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro para que o Senhor dê sabedoria a nós, pais, para que saibamos lidar com a individualidade de cada filho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pelos filhos de nossos pastores. Pelos filhos dos presbíteros, diáconos, professores da Escola Dominical e de toda liderança de nossa igreja. Pelos filhos dos missionários. Por suas necessidades físicas, materiais, psicológicas, educacionais, etc. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro por aqueles filhos, que por muitas vezes, para darem prosseguimento a seus estudos, precisem ficar longe de seus pais. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pelos filhos de presidiários, de aidéticos, de paciente terminais. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pelas crianças que são portadoras de enfermidade de qualquer espécie, principalmente por aquelas que têm AIDS ou câncer. Que o Senhor esteja com elas a cada instante e que Ele nos use para levar um pouco de conforto, amor e carinho para essas crianças. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pelas crianças, jovens e adolescentes que estão em nossa igreja, mas que ainda não têm seus pais convertidos. Que possam ser testemunhas em suas casas e que tenham em nós, apoio e segurança para ajudá-los no que for preciso. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pelos lares desfeitos. Pelos filhos de pais separados. Que o Senhor possa suprir toda a ausência na vida deles e dar-lhes graça acima de tudo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro para que o Espírito Santo não permita que deixemos de orar por nossos filhos e também com eles diariamente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro para que tudo o que é verdadeiro, tudo o que é respeitável, tudo o que é justo, tudo o que é de boa fama, se alguma virtude há e se algum louvor existe, seja isso que ocupe a mente e os pensamentos de nossos filhos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pela vocação de nossos filhos. Que o Senhor possa orientá-los na escolha certa de sua profissão, abrindo e fechando portas para o melhor desempenho de seus dons e talentos a serviço do Reino. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pelos futuros cônjuges de nossos filhos. Pelos períodos de namoro, noivado e casamento. Que cada um saiba se colocar na presença do Senhor, que Deus os esteja preparando um para o outro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pelas crianças, jovens e adolescentes de nossa cidade, estado e nosso país. Que o poder transformador do Evangelho de Jesus, alcance milhões alterando-lhes o curso da vida e abrindo os seus corações para o Senhor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oro pelas crianças que precisam trabalhar para sustentar suas casas. Oro por aquelas que são exploradas por seus patrões, trabalhando às vezes num regime de escravidão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-2346220794952933947?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/2346220794952933947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=2346220794952933947' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/2346220794952933947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/2346220794952933947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/05/maes-que-oram-parte-ii.html' title='Mães que oram - Parte II'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-5986915210037622026</id><published>2009-05-07T08:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:56:23.822-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mães que oram</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desperta Débora“Orando por nossos filhos”. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Desperta Débora é um movimento de oração cujo alvo é despertar mães comprometidas a orar 15 minutos por dia, para que Deus opere um despertamento espiritual sem precedentes na história da juventude brasileira”. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse movimento é baseado no testemunho do poder da oração narrado no livro de Juízes 4, 4-6, quando Débora, juíza e profetiza em Israel, orou e intercedeu pelo seu povo. Nos poucos versículos da narrativa bíblica sabemos que Débora como juíza julgava seu povo debaixo de uma figueira, quando percebeu que o povo israelita, após apostatar da fé e seguir outros deuses, estava sofrendo ataques e perdendo batalhas para os povos inimigos nas regiões circunvizinhas. Deus então despertou Débora para orar e interceder “como mãe” pelo seu povo em busca de avivamento e retorno da fé ao Deus verdadeiro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por conta disso, após as orações de Débora, Deus reverteu a situação e mudou os rumos dos acontecimentos. Os israelitas, agora fortalecidos pelas orações, obtiveram vitórias nas batalhas e, como conseqüência, houve paz em Israel por quarenta anos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Projeto Desperta Débora é um movimento interdenominacional que guarda analogia com essa passagem bíblica ao estimular mães a fazerem o mesmo por seus filhos, motivando-as a 15 minutos diários de oração por eles. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precisamos estar atentas, pois como nos adverte a Palavra em Efésios 6, 10-12 “nossa luta não é contra o sangue e a carne, e sim contra principados e potestades, contra os dominadores deste mundo tenebroso, contra as forças espirituais do mal nas regiões celestiais”. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se, por um lado somos advertidos sobre a existência do mal, também na Palavra encontramos conforto e coragem para vencer o inimigo, conforme expresso em Jeremias 3, 33: “Invoca-me, e te responderei; anunciar-te-ei coisas grandes e ocultas que não sabes”. Essas, portanto, são razões suficientes para o nosso urgente despertar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precisamos como mães nos colocar na brecha contra o inimigo para que Deus venha socorrer e dar o livramento necessário contra as investidas de satanás na vida deles. Saiba mãe que Deus busca “mães intercessoras”, mães que se coloquem na brecha a favor de seus filhos. Tenha certeza, Ele que é nosso Pai e é fiel, nos concederá vitórias contra as insistentes investidas de satanás.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-5986915210037622026?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/5986915210037622026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=5986915210037622026' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/5986915210037622026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/5986915210037622026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/05/maes-que-oram_07.html' title='Mães que oram'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-7602237422833956367</id><published>2009-05-06T09:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:32:35.670-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor de mãe, gratidão de filho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãe é uma palavra tão pequena, mas de enorme importância e significado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe implica responsabilidades, compromisso, zelo, afabilidade, amor, afeto e muitas outras características.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor de mãe é eterno e peuliar. às vezes até imensurável. Não se pode medir ou enterder tamanha ligação com os filhos, ainda que a distância seja uma barreira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter mãe é receber tudo isso e ser grato. é ser capaz de retribuir cada olhar de ternura, cada momento de carinho e atenção. As maneiras são muitas: um abraços carinhosos, um doce beijo, uma palavra de amor e gratidão, um presente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso, um presente é uma boa ideia. Seja a sua mãe, sua sogra, esposa, tias, ou melhor, as mães que cercam a sua vida, presenteie com o seu melhor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E orem por todas as mães!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que Deus abençoe todas as mães!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adaptação: Ministério Diante do Trono&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-7602237422833956367?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-8611593106295602744</id><published>2009-05-05T22:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:32:13.168-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero mamar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amamentação mamãe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o neném só quer mamar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo mamífero mamou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no peito da mamãe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cresce forte quem mamou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mamar é carinho, mamar é amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O leite materno é pra proteger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a saúde do bebê&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero mamar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero mamar (au au au)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero mamar (miau, miau)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No peito da mamãe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-8611593106295602744?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/8611593106295602744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=8611593106295602744' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/8611593106295602744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/8611593106295602744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-quero-mamar.html' title='Eu quero mamar...'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-937347647740649388</id><published>2009-05-03T10:28:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:35:13.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamãe, eu te amo de montão (canção)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu era um tiquinho na barriga da mamãe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora eu sou grandinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ainda gosto de um colinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mamãe, eu te amo de montão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mamãe, pra você esta canção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tão maravilhoso é o amor que Deus plantou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amor precisoso entre nós assim formou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mamãe, eu te amo de montão&lt;br /&gt;Mamãe, pra você esta canção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Eu te amo de montão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff99;"&gt;(Mig e Meg)&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/816713224749168841-937347647740649388?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/937347647740649388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-2511609995378533027</id><published>2009-04-26T10:36:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:01:55.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pais que são como mães</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geralmente todo aquele exagero de dengo vem da mãe, mas quando encontro um pai assim, fico muito feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abaixo seguem as palavras do Pastor André Valadão quando descobriu que seria pai. Muito me emocionou. Por isso resolvi compartilhar com todos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje o Pastor fala sobre o filho de uma maneira muito original, percebeo que as palavras vêm do coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roberta Simões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link to UM PRESENTE DE DEUS!" href="http://andrevaladaoblog.homensdapromessa.com/blog/?p=268"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UM PRESENTE DE DEUS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 de Maio de 2008&lt;br /&gt;VOU SER PAPAI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAO TENHO COMO EXPRESSAR O QUANTO ESTOU FELIZ, EMOCIONADO E EMPOLGADO COM ESTE PRESENTE DE DEUS PARA MIM E PARA MINHA CASSI.CONFESSO QUE FOI UMA SURPRESA DE DEUS, NAO HAVIAMOS PLANEJADO OU ESPERADO, POREM A DIAS DEUS ESTAVA FALANDO COMIGO. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIAS ANTES DE REALMENTE TERMOS A CERTEZA, BEM, EU ESTAVA VIAJANDO, ESTRADA A FORA DE MADRUGADA E ACORDEI COM UMA DOR MUITO FORTE EM MEU PEITO, UMA SAUDADE COMO SE MEUS FILHOS ESTIVESSEM EM CASA E EU TAO LONGE DELES… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEM, NA HORA ME LEVANTEI NO ONIBUS E DISSE PRA MIM MESMO: EU NAO TENHO FILHOS! E DESDE AQUELE DIA ESTE SENTIMENTO DE PATERNIDADE NAO SAIU DE DENTRO DE MIM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POUCOS DIAS DEPOIS LA ESTAVA EU PEGANDO O EXAME NO LABORATORIO E CONSTATANDO ESTE PRESENTE DE DEUS!EU E CASSI ESTAMOS COMO QUEM SONHA, VIBRANDO E CHORANDO DE ALEGRIA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESTAMOS ALGUNS DIAS RETIRADOS DE TUDO, PARA BUSCARMOS A DEUS E AGRADECE-LO PELO LINDO PRESENTE QUE ELE TEM NOS DADO. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NA VERDADE, ESTE FILHO OU FILHA SERA O NOSSO PRESENTE PARA O SENHOR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONTO COM SEU APOIO, INTERCESSAO E AMOR NESTA NOVA FASE DA MINHA VIDA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EM CRISTO,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAPAI AV. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link to NOSSA PRIMEIRA FOTO JUNTOS!" href="http://andrevaladaoblog.homensdapromessa.com/blog/?p=299"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOSSA PRIMEIRA FOTO JUNTOS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 de Junho de 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não estou me segurando de alegria e emoção!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cada dia que passa eu me renovo e me preparo para a dádiva de Deus para mim e a Cassiane. Hoje pela manhã fomos fazer o nosso primeiro Ultrasom e tivemos a emoção de ver o nosso neném pela primeira vez, e ali ouvimos as batidas do pequeno coraçãozinho… ah, foi div&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SfYukktQi7I/AAAAAAAABC0/XemFTO0d4nE/s1600-h/AndrÃ©.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329498414903233458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SfYukktQi7I/AAAAAAAABC0/XemFTO0d4nE/s320/Andr%C3%A9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ino, não consegui conter minha alegria e minhas lágrimas!A cada dia tenho tido uma revelação maior do amor de Deus por nós, minha vida tem sido tremendamente transformada e curada. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem, não tenho nem o que dizer, apenas compartilhar com você a minha primeira foto com meu filho(a)… ainda nao sabemos o sexo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em Cristo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papai AV. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-2511609995378533027?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/2511609995378533027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=2511609995378533027' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/2511609995378533027'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Para minha filha</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Adaptação da canção de Emerson Pinheiro "Canção para meu filho"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mochila, uniforme&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pronto, o sinal batendo&lt;br /&gt;É o primeiro dia de aula&lt;br /&gt;Pra muitos um dia normal&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra mim um dia tão especial&lt;br /&gt;Nunca imaginei sentir o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Jamais eu fui o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Desde o dia em que você me fez ser mãe&lt;br /&gt;Você me fez ser mãe, que lindo&lt;br /&gt;Você me fez ser mãe, que sonho&lt;br /&gt;Amo te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Doce é o teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Um milagre em minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Você me fez ser mãe,&lt;br /&gt;Não dá bem pra explicar&lt;br /&gt;Ser mãe, bem maior não há&lt;br /&gt;E ao te ver crescer,&lt;br /&gt;E um adulto ser&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra sempre será meu bebê&lt;br /&gt;Um dia você vai crescer,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia você vai casar&lt;br /&gt;Um dia você vai ter que ir&lt;br /&gt;Conquistar os seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas mamãe jamais vai se esquecer&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro doce do meu bebê&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/816713224749168841-6599641533673737526?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/6599641533673737526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=6599641533673737526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/6599641533673737526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/6599641533673737526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-minha-filha.html' title='Para minha filha'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-6895124587185909120</id><published>2009-04-20T14:36:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:05:36.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Papai e mamãe (Canção)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mamãe do meu papai, vovó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o papai do meu papai, vovô&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A mamãe da minha mãei, vovó&lt;br /&gt;o papai da minha mãe, vovô&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jardineiros da vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plantadores de sonhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somos frutos do fruto de vocês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já ouvi dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que avô e avó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estragam netos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que não dor que acabe quando o avô está perto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que não há coisa melhor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que carinho de avó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e que até deu saudade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é lembrar do tempço de vocês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que mais importa são flores a sua volta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;netos e netas felizes cultivados com amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos frutos do fruto de vocês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-6895124587185909120?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/6895124587185909120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=6895124587185909120' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/6895124587185909120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/6895124587185909120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/04/papai-e-mamae.html' title='Papai e mamãe (Canção)'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-6047663666708296301</id><published>2009-04-12T09:04:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:40:16.562-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra sempre em meu coração (Canção)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SeNqhal3jmI/AAAAAAAABBs/9gtJ5hnuZOY/s1600-h/Melissa+Beatriz+1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324216306788437602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SeNqhal3jmI/AAAAAAAABBs/9gtJ5hnuZOY/s200/Melissa+Beatriz+1427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu queria o tempo parar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De novo lhe fazer ninar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crescer e mudar, não dá pra evitar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o caminho que Deus lhe traçou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brinquedos, gibis, violão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espalhados por todo lugar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia a poeira eu irei tirar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No silêncio de não te encontrar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou guardá-lo em meu coração &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As lembranças jamais mudarão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois quando partir e saudades sentir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stará sempre em meu coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os dentinhos você vai trocar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E roupas maiores usar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O seu caminhar vai para longe o levar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois não posso impedir seu querer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os dedinhos que agarram minha mão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coisas grandes eu sei que farão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você não é meu, é um presente de Deus &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E o futuro está em suas mãos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Cristina Mel)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ouvir: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r69UDk9z1Ek"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r69UDk9z1Ek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-6047663666708296301?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/6047663666708296301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=6047663666708296301' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/6047663666708296301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/6047663666708296301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/04/pra-sempre-em-meu-coracao-cancao.html' title='Pra sempre em meu coração (Canção)'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SeNqhal3jmI/AAAAAAAABBs/9gtJ5hnuZOY/s72-c/Melissa+Beatriz+1427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-4901506271331068018</id><published>2009-04-05T00:05:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:21:12.259-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção da vovó (canção)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SdpxtzGhkLI/AAAAAAAABBE/ucDRO3Ny8rE/s1600-h/cristinamel_tempodeser.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321690941317288114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SdpxtzGhkLI/AAAAAAAABBE/ucDRO3Ny8rE/s200/cristinamel_tempodeser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizem que a vovó é mãe duas vezes. Essa canção de Cristina Mel, encontra-se no DVD Tempo de ser criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este sorriso marcado pelos anos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dá testemunho que o tempo passou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhar sereno e paz nos desenganos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabedoria que a vida ensinou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É tão fácil te amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te seguir, te admirar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É difícil não te ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impossível te esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os pensamentos me levam ao passado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doces lembranças eu tenho de lá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As emoções vividas ao teu lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maior riqueza que se pode guarda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi tão fácil conhecerJesus cristo em teu viver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O teu jeito de andarDe servir e de amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo vovóTeu tempero, o teu cheiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca esquecerei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo vovó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abrigo verdadeiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em ti encontrei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo vovó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu desejo é contigo sempre estar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo vovó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou pedir pra Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não deixar o tempo passar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só pra em teus braços&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu me aconchegar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eu me abandonar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-4901506271331068018?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/4901506271331068018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=4901506271331068018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/4901506271331068018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/4901506271331068018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/04/cancao-da-vovo-cancao.html' title='Canção da vovó (canção)'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SdpxtzGhkLI/AAAAAAAABBE/ucDRO3Ny8rE/s72-c/cristinamel_tempodeser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-3083842241975776423</id><published>2009-03-30T18:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:59:24.464-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrato de mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SdKSJTnU1NI/AAAAAAAAA98/MZFtHJorlPA/s1600-h/Melmaeblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319474798459671762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SdKSJTnU1NI/AAAAAAAAA98/MZFtHJorlPA/s200/Melmaeblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma simples mulher existe que, pela imensidão de seu amor, tem um pouco de Deus;&lt;br /&gt;e pela constância de sua dedicação, tem muito de anjo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que, sendo moça pensa como uma anciã e, sendo velha , age com as forças todas da juventude.&lt;br /&gt;Quando ignorante, melhor que qualquer sábio desvenda os segredos da vida e, quando sábia, assume a simplicidade das crianças.&lt;br /&gt;Pobre, sabe enriquecer-se com a felicidade dos que ama, e, rica, empobrecer-se para que seu coração não sangre ferido pelos ingratos.&lt;br /&gt;Forte, entretanto estremece ao choro de uma criancinha, e, fraca, entretanto se alteia com a bravura dos leões.&lt;br /&gt;Viva, não lhe sabemos dar valor porque à sua sombra todas as dores se apagam, e, morta tudo o que somos e tudo o que temos daríamos para vê-la de novo, e dela receber um aperto de seus braços, uma palavra de seus lábios.&lt;br /&gt;Não exijam de mim que diga o nome desta mulher se não quiserem que ensope de lágrimas este álbum: porque eu a vi passar no meu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Quando crescerem seus filhos, leiam para eles esta página: eles lhes cobrirão de beijos a fronte; e dirão que um pobre viandante, em troca da suntuosa hospedagem recebida, aqui deixou para todos o retrato de sua própria Mãe.&lt;br /&gt;(Tradução de Guilherme de Almeida)&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Don Ramon Angel Jara - Bispo de La Serena -Chile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-3083842241975776423?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/3083842241975776423/comments/default' title='Postar 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nariz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parecia impossível de acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como é possível ser assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vir a terra sem nunca ter existido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O milagre da vida se vê em todos nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos retrato de Deus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu também nasci, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nasci do amor de Deus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu já fui nenê&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pequeno Ele me fez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi Deus quem me criou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu sou fruto desse amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou criação &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do Divino Criador&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus fez crianças e nenês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pra mostrar o Seu cuidado a todos nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada vida que nasce &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a 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style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa canção pode ser encontrada no cd de Alessandra Samadello &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/03/primeira-crianca-cancao.html' title='A primeira criança ( canção)'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Scad_Y5QQhI/AAAAAAAAA64/buJ61tMIBEw/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-5927742518649129558</id><published>2009-03-20T13:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:26:53.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha filha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/ScTYdHEBGkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/htQjyVVB6Ng/s1600-h/Figura2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315611454827731522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/ScTYdHEBGkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/htQjyVVB6Ng/s200/Figura2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Criança amada e desejada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De rostinho cativante &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transbordando pureza e alegria &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha alma está saltitante &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu orgulho, meu bebê &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa, amo tanto você &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;És felicidade intensa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na minha vida minha filha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a sua presença &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alegrando meus dias e noites &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que Deus te abençoe para sempre &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o seu sorriso suave e inocente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que conquista a gente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gargalhadas sinceras &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;choros pedindo colinho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quero ficar te ninando em meus braços &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te embalando com carinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É você, minha filha querida &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me faz sorrir a cada instante &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amada, esperada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu amor por ti é incessante &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu te amo filha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha criança, que alegra meu coração &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agradeço a Deus por te deixar comigo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agradeço cada dia dessa união&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-5927742518649129558?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/5927742518649129558/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=5927742518649129558' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/5927742518649129558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/5927742518649129558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-inicio.html' title='Minha filha'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/ScTYdHEBGkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/htQjyVVB6Ng/s72-c/Figura2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-5577747838976045575</id><published>2009-03-19T19:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:27:17.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/ScLEI-RWJCI/AAAAAAAAA4w/VG5S_gF375I/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315026168684356642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/ScLEI-RWJCI/AAAAAAAAA4w/VG5S_gF375I/s200/mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Minha criança amada&lt;br /&gt;Em meu ventre te carreguei&lt;br /&gt;Lindas mudanças eu pude sentir&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando como seria seu rostinho&lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar curioso&lt;br /&gt;Suas mãos pequeninas&lt;br /&gt;Assim como seus pezinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebê muito esperado&lt;br /&gt;Eu recebi o melhor de todos os presentes&lt;br /&gt;A sua chegada nos alegrou deveras&lt;br /&gt;Te amo muito Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Incondicional&lt;br /&gt;Zelo por ti, minha criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus dá às mães essa&lt;br /&gt;Oportunidade de gerar uma criança&lt;br /&gt;Nascimentos que transmitem esperança&lt;br /&gt;A sua vida é um milagre&lt;br /&gt;Tua inocência é gratificante&lt;br /&gt;Em muitas coisas tenho aprendido contigo&lt;br /&gt;Lições de vida de um ser tão pequeno&lt;br /&gt;Infinitamente me ensina mais sobre o amor de Jesus por nós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus primeiros passos&lt;br /&gt;Indo em direção dos braços da mamãe&lt;br /&gt;Minha filha linda&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada Senhor por me tornar mãe&lt;br /&gt;Em especial por se tornar mãe da Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Sua filha amada entregue a mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Homenagem à Melissa Beatriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-5577747838976045575?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/5577747838976045575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=5577747838976045575' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/5577747838976045575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/5577747838976045575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/03/melissa.html' title='Melissa'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/ScLEI-RWJCI/AAAAAAAAA4w/VG5S_gF375I/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-4544735283732108913</id><published>2009-03-18T16:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T14:12:19.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O início</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No final do mês de maio e início do mês de junho de 2005, percebi que algo estava diferente em mim, quando eu deitava minha barriga e seios estavam diferentes, mas quando a menstruação atrasou (sempre foi um ciclo regular) que comecei a pensar na possibilidade de estar grávida. Um mês antes, minha amiga Sabrina Martins, havia me contado, toda feliz que estava grávida e me falou os sintomas. Fiquei muito feliz por ela.&lt;br /&gt;Um mês depois foi a minha vez de falar para ela a mesma notícia: Eu estava grávida também! E estava muito feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/ScPIyiqmjoI/AAAAAAAAA5I/WlK8q9YxObQ/s1600-h/IMG_1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A descoberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315318362865106290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/ScPN46avfXI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Df0aHsmY_Dk/s200/IMG_1272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi em 16/06/2005 que recebi a confirmação que realmente estava grávida. O resultado deu 727,5 mUI/ml (a gravidez se confirma a partir de 50 mUI/ml), o que a médica classificou como gravidíssima. E no dia 21/06/2005 foi feita a primeira ultrasonografia.&lt;br /&gt;A concepção pode ter sido entre os dias 16 e 18/05/2005.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/ScPIyf27gII/AAAAAAAAA5A/wyCA-uX5Q9g/s1600-h/IMG_1273.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315318352539495202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/ScPN4T87KyI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/2nOU1o9HQIE/s200/IMG_1273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-4544735283732108913?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/4544735283732108913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=4544735283732108913' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/4544735283732108913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/4544735283732108913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/03/minha-filha.html' title='O início'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/ScPN46avfXI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Df0aHsmY_Dk/s72-c/IMG_1272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-691021455948918331</id><published>2009-03-15T15:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:43:42.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe, um presente de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Sb2YJNdD8LI/AAAAAAAAA3g/PF8zsnXQcjA/s1600-h/mÃ£e.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313570419364851890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Sb2YJNdD8LI/AAAAAAAAA3g/PF8zsnXQcjA/s200/m%C3%A3e.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em 12/05/2007, recebi essa mensagem de Nilzete, Agenor e Lucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para completar o homem&lt;br /&gt;Deus a fez mulher, mas para PARTICIPAR do milagre da vida&lt;br /&gt;Deus a fez MÃE.&lt;br /&gt;Para liderar uma casa&lt;br /&gt;Deus a fez mulher, mas para EDIFICAR um lar&lt;br /&gt;Deus a fez MÃE&lt;br /&gt;Para estudar, trabalhar e competir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic05"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus a fez mulher, mas para GUIAR a criança insegura&lt;br /&gt;Deus a fez MÃE&lt;br /&gt;Para os desafios da sociedade&lt;br /&gt;Deus a fez mulher, mas para o AMOR, a TERNURA e o CARINHO&lt;br /&gt;Deus a fez MÃE&lt;br /&gt;Para fazer qualquer trabalho&lt;br /&gt;Deus a fez mulher, mas para EMBALAR um berço e CONSTRUIR um caráter&lt;br /&gt;Deus a fez MÃE&lt;br /&gt;Para ser princesa&lt;br /&gt;Deus a fez mulher&lt;br /&gt;Para ser rainha&lt;br /&gt;Deus a fez MÃE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="0.1_graphic06"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por isso MAMÃE, você é o mais lindo presente que DEUS deu para o seu filho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-691021455948918331?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/691021455948918331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=691021455948918331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/691021455948918331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/691021455948918331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/03/mae-um-presente-de-deus.html' title='Mãe, um presente de Deus'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Sb2YJNdD8LI/AAAAAAAAA3g/PF8zsnXQcjA/s72-c/m%C3%A3e.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-8168986385686000928</id><published>2009-03-08T15:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:19:30.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigado mãe! (canção)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SbUVuICB_cI/AAAAAAAAA2I/whEFiZuQCA8/s1600-h/PÃ©s.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311175217727536578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SbUVuICB_cI/AAAAAAAAA2I/whEFiZuQCA8/s200/P%C3%A9s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"- Sua benção mãe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;- Deus te abençoe, minha filha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Te amo muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Deus te abençoe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sabe mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hoje eu peguei você ajoelhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;falando com Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Agradecendo pela benção de filhinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;que um dia Ele lhe deu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Para alegrar seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;nos dias seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sabe mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ainda estava em sua barriga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;e já sentia amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Até a música que mais gostava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;eram as batidas do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Embalando o seu sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;e as emoções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mas sabe mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;é você a maior benção que alguém já pode ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Já sei falar, andar, brincar e ainda sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;o seu bebê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Obrigado mamãezinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;pelas noites mal dormidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Obrigado mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;pra me fazer feliz você até virou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;menina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Rola comigo entre os meus brinquedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;e me ensina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Que o melhor presente que eu ganhei da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;foi você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311176062119050258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SbUWfRop_BI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/egfA9bBUd50/s200/cd_cover_4kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta canção pode ser encontrada no cd de Cristina Mel 4 KIDS - 2002&lt;/strong&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/816713224749168841-8168986385686000928?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/8168986385686000928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=8168986385686000928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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(canção)'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SbUVuICB_cI/AAAAAAAAA2I/whEFiZuQCA8/s72-c/P%C3%A9s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-7068712524179927488</id><published>2009-03-02T05:49:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:44:06.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinguinho de gente (Canção de ninar)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Saxu7TJAL2I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/201sPEOOw80/s1600-h/Melissa+Beatriz+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308740025792343906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Saxu7TJAL2I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/201sPEOOw80/s200/Melissa+Beatriz+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorme, dorme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pinguinho de gente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu te nino e Deus te cobre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com asas de amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorme, dorme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feito um passarinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que todo fim de tarde &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;volta pro seu ninho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorme, sonha e brinca de viver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que papai, mamãe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papai do Céu cuidam de você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre ti esteja a benção do Senhor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que tu sejas, sim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um instrumento pro Seu louvor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorme neném&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que o Anjo já chegou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dorme meu filhinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que eu te cubro com amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Cristina Mel)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308511614854980354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SaufMCF3YwI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Crxxn_lgI2A/s200/coverarts_www.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta canção pode sewr encontrada no CD &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conto.com.você/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.conto.com.você/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; de 2000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-7068712524179927488?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/7068712524179927488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=7068712524179927488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/7068712524179927488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/7068712524179927488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/03/pinguinho-de-gente.html' title='Pinguinho de gente (Canção de ninar)'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/Saxu7TJAL2I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/201sPEOOw80/s72-c/Melissa+Beatriz+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-6048183547758097542</id><published>2009-02-22T08:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:01:44.165-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedido de uma criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SaEweJ2w_bI/AAAAAAAAAzI/fTKocLBEB3w/s1600-h/mÃ£e01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305575130618985906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SaEweJ2w_bI/AAAAAAAAAzI/fTKocLBEB3w/s200/m%C3%A3e01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mamãe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aperte as minhas mãos com segurança,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto elas cabem entre as tuas...&lt;br /&gt;Envolva-me com teus braços,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto meu corpo frágil ainda pode ser envolvido por eles...&lt;br /&gt;Ouça-me com atenção,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto estou perto de ti e podes me ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;Sorri comigo,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto estamos juntos e o som dos nossos risos se confundem...&lt;br /&gt;Consola-me quando eu chorar,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto podes enxugar as minhas lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;Acompanha-me no meu dormir,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto sou pequeno e temo a noite...&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-me e corrija-me quando necessário,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto estou crescendo e aprendo fácil...&lt;br /&gt;Fala-me de Deus,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto estou contigo e posso ouvir-te&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, mamãe,&lt;br /&gt;encontre-me no meu mundo de criança,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto tu podes achar-me lá...&lt;br /&gt;(Adaptação)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-6048183547758097542?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/6048183547758097542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=6048183547758097542' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/6048183547758097542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/6048183547758097542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/02/pedido-de-uma-crianca.html' title='Pedido de uma criança'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SaEweJ2w_bI/AAAAAAAAAzI/fTKocLBEB3w/s72-c/m%C3%A3e01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-3535325940835482215</id><published>2009-02-08T14:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:43:15.149-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SZgNno3XhmI/AAAAAAAAAxA/wURHbwx5gAM/s1600-h/IMG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303003535864464994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SZgNno3XhmI/AAAAAAAAAxA/wURHbwx5gAM/s200/IMG_0618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cd Dia das mães - 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Canções:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Presente de Deus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Milagre da vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Silêncio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Dom dim dom dom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Pinguinho de gente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Aos olhos do Pai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Obrigado, Mãe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. A primeira criança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Canção da vovó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. pra sempre em meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Papai e mamãe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Eu e amo de montão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Jesus ama a Melissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Bom é ser criança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Quando nasce uma criança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Eu quero mamar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Agora é minha vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Bonus (A Cristo dai louvor_Deus é amor)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-3535325940835482215?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/3535325940835482215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=3535325940835482215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/3535325940835482215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/3535325940835482215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/02/cd-dia-das-maes-2008-cancoes-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SZgNno3XhmI/AAAAAAAAAxA/wURHbwx5gAM/s72-c/IMG_0618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-5172241549017634946</id><published>2009-02-08T07:09:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:14:16.696-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai entender as mães...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SY6iQ6yE6nI/AAAAAAAAAto/PSnF2T-xw_4/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300352223002552946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SY6iQ6yE6nI/AAAAAAAAAto/PSnF2T-xw_4/s200/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Um dia eu chutei a barriga da minha mãe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ela chorou de emoção.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz ela engordar uns 20 kilos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ela só tinha palavras boas pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Fiz ela quase morrer de dor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ela deu um grito de alegria quando me viu pela primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;Eu roubei o tempo dela &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e a paixão dela por mim só aumentou.&lt;br /&gt;Eu a acordava durante todas as noites &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ela levantava pra me pegar no colo.&lt;br /&gt;Mãe, definitivamente você não bate bem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e é por isso que eu te amo loucamente".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Texto que encontrei na internet, infelizmente não encontrei o autor, peço a quem souber o nome do autor me informar, desde já agradeço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-5172241549017634946?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/5172241549017634946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=5172241549017634946' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/5172241549017634946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/5172241549017634946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/02/vai-entender-as-maes.html' title='Vai entender as mães...'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SY6iQ6yE6nI/AAAAAAAAAto/PSnF2T-xw_4/s72-c/IMG_0419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-7852413873796571978</id><published>2009-02-01T08:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:54:49.131-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser mãe é bênção!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SYV_DnYBerI/AAAAAAAAAog/Fw6N-sqjiv0/s1600-h/24012009575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297780236757334706" style="FLOAT: left; 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Ser mãe é bênção de Deus. Portanto aqueles pequenos seres merecem todo cuidado, todo amor e todo carinho que podemos decidar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mãe,&lt;br /&gt;Que ao dar a benção da vida, entregou a sua...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ao lutar por seus filhos, esqueceu-se de si mesma...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ao desejar o sucesso deles, abandonou seus anseios...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ao vibrar com suas vitórias, esqueceu seu próprio mérito...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ao receber injustiças,respondeu com seu amor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E que, ao relembrar o passado, só tem um pedido:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEUS, PROTEJA MEUS FILHOS, POR TODA A VIDA!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-7852413873796571978?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/7852413873796571978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=7852413873796571978' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/7852413873796571978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/7852413873796571978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/02/ser-mae-e-bencao.html' title='Ser mãe é bênção!'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SYV_DnYBerI/AAAAAAAAAog/Fw6N-sqjiv0/s72-c/24012009575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-4532356417418647226</id><published>2009-01-25T09:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:34:07.253-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos olhos do PAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SXxNLzfAmgI/AAAAAAAAAfY/fsa4hZQnX3U/s1600-h/mÃ£e_.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295192127075031554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SXxNLzfAmgI/AAAAAAAAAfY/fsa4hZQnX3U/s400/m%C3%A3e_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aos olhos do Pai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aos olhos do Pai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é uma obra-prima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que Ele planejou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com suas próprias mãos pintou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cor de sua pele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os seus cabelos desenhou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada detalhe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num toque de amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é linda demais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfeita aos olhos do Pai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém igual a você nao vi jamais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca deixe alguém dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que não é querida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes de você nascer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus sonhou com você!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Crianças Diante do Trono)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ouvir: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=aO4PqBuqr4k"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=aO4PqBuqr4k&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OBS: Desenhos por Gislaine Reis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ó SENHOR Deus, tu me examinas e me conheces. Sabes tudo o que eu faço e, de longe,&lt;br /&gt;conheces todos os meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Tu criaste cada parte do meu corpo;&lt;br /&gt;tu me formaste na barriga da minha mãe. Eu te louvo porque deves ser temido.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que fazes é maravilhoso,&lt;br /&gt;e eu sei disso muito bem. Tu viste quando os meus ossos estavam sendo feitos,&lt;br /&gt;quando eu estava sendo formado na barriga da minha mãe,&lt;br /&gt;crescendo ali em segredo, Tu me viste antes de eu ter nascido.&lt;br /&gt;Os dias que me deste para viver foram todos escritos no teu livro&lt;br /&gt;quando ainda nenhum deles existia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salmos 139: 1-2; 13-16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-4532356417418647226?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/4532356417418647226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=4532356417418647226' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/4532356417418647226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/4532356417418647226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/01/aos-olhos-do-pai.html' title='Aos olhos do PAI'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SXxNLzfAmgI/AAAAAAAAAfY/fsa4hZQnX3U/s72-c/m%C3%A3e_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-5837838420502541629</id><published>2009-01-18T07:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:11:15.223-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dom dim dom dom (Canção de ninar)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SXLxkjXeqtI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/yEXdQL9AT-s/s1600-h/04012009508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292558122385058514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SXLxkjXeqtI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/yEXdQL9AT-s/s200/04012009508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dom - dim - dom - dom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dim- dom - dom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dim- dom - dom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O reloginho tocou dim- dom - dom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tá na hora de dormir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O sol já se foi e a lua chegou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Convidando o neném para dormir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descansa neném que eu descanso também&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois Jesus nos guardando está&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descansa meu bem, novo dia já vem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanhã um lindo dia será&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dom - dim - dom - dom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dim- dom - dom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dim- dom - dom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dim- dom - dom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O reloginho a tocar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dom - dim - dom - dom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dim- dom - dom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dim- dom - dom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanhã ele vai te acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Aline Barros) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ouvir: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4D3OyOjJ38E"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4D3OyOjJ38E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-5837838420502541629?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/5837838420502541629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=5837838420502541629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/5837838420502541629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/5837838420502541629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/01/dom-dim-dom-dom-cano-de-ninar.html' title='Dom dim dom dom (Canção de ninar)'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SXLxkjXeqtI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/yEXdQL9AT-s/s72-c/04012009508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-8357155224766102144</id><published>2009-01-11T09:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:04:34.690-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio (Canção de ninar)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SWnXyiHKY1I/AAAAAAAAASY/8Ixc3TvrJXM/s1600-h/Melissa+Beatriz+51.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289996500473635666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SWnXyiHKY1I/AAAAAAAAASY/8Ixc3TvrJXM/s200/Melissa+Beatriz+51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta canção faz parte do cd "Festa de louvor" da cantora Cristina Mel (2002). Minha filha adormece bem ao escutar essa linda canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silêncio (Oração do Pai Nosso)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou tão pequenino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas já posso entender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que Jesus está neste lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou fechar minha boquinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vou obedecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sei que Cristo vai me abençoar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silêncio, silêncio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus está aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silêncio, silêncio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus está aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/816713224749168841-8357155224766102144?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/8357155224766102144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=8357155224766102144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/8357155224766102144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/8357155224766102144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/01/cano-de-ninar.html' title='Silêncio (Canção de ninar)'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SWnXyiHKY1I/AAAAAAAAASY/8Ixc3TvrJXM/s72-c/Melissa+Beatriz+51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-5959250072741134270</id><published>2009-01-04T09:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:31:38.059-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe que encanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SWCh-74kDTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/MD8fs-vapHw/s1600-h/Melissa+Beatriz+33.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287404065131859250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SWCh-74kDTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/MD8fs-vapHw/s200/Melissa+Beatriz+33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tão frágil me trouxe a este mundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando eu só sabia chorar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A fome e a dor me tirava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com todo carinho a cantar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aos poucos eu fui descobrindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que quase podia andar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas se acaso eu caísse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lá estava pra me amparar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantando embalava meu sono&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorrindo também me ensinava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o quanto é bonito viver e amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A todo momento mamãe cantava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me ensinando a correr e falar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brincar com ela, que beleza!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O seu canto enchia meu lar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora na escola quando canto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinto saudades daquela voz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;das noites lindas que cantava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esta canção pra meu sono embalar:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Tá na hora de dormir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não espere a mamãe mandar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um bom sono pra você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E um alegre despertar"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Alessandro Gomes e Adriana Fabro)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A música se encontra no CD Um presente para a mamãe - Mig e Meg (Arco)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-5959250072741134270?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/5959250072741134270/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=5959250072741134270' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/5959250072741134270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/5959250072741134270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-que-encanta.html' title='Mãe que encanta'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SWCh-74kDTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/MD8fs-vapHw/s72-c/Melissa+Beatriz+33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-377765924129138297</id><published>2009-01-01T12:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:46:03.103-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Toda mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SVzxGZvGD2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/K6QPWyOqIOs/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286365154916044642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SVzxGZvGD2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/K6QPWyOqIOs/s200/mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estar grávida é mais ou menos assim:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ler várias vezes o resultado positivo do exame para ter certeza que está correto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficar surpresa ao saber que uma gestação dura 40 semanas e não nove meses como todo mundo diz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se pegar imaginando, como será os olhos, os cabelos e a pele do filho que vai chegar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torcer, e muito, para que nasça todo (a) prefeito(a).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprender a enxergar o filho nas manchas de uma ultrassonografia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ler muito sobre gravidez, desde gestação passo a passo, parto até os cuidados com o bebê. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ir ao shopping e desejar apenas coisinhas para o filho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Torcer para ficar barriguda. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cordar várias vezes de madrugada para ir ao banheiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rir sozinha ao sentir o bebê mexer, mesmo que te acorde várias vezes durante a noite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acreditar num mundo melhor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser mãe é algo inesplicavél, é amor incondicional!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sabemos que ser mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; é um presente especial que Deus nos dá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha Mel, minha bebezinha linda... mamãe te ama muito!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obs: desconheço o autor do texto apesar da minha procura, assim não poderei dar os devidos créditos - Adaptação Roberta Simões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-377765924129138297?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/377765924129138297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=377765924129138297' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/377765924129138297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/377765924129138297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2009/01/toda-me.html' title='Toda mãe'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SVzxGZvGD2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/K6QPWyOqIOs/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-786577625100690074</id><published>2008-12-31T07:34:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:03:47.534-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Filhos não podem esperar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SVs9Qpx_RzI/AAAAAAAAAME/9nq0Az24hvQ/s1600-h/IMG_3681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285885943952131890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SVs9Qpx_RzI/AAAAAAAAAME/9nq0Az24hvQ/s200/IMG_3681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Há um tempo de se esperar pela chegada do bebê, tempo de consultar o médico;&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo de planejar dietas e exercícios, tempo de preparar o enxoval.&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo de se maravilhar com os caminhos de Deus, na certeza de que este é o destino para o qual eu fui feita;&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo de sonhar com o que essa criança poderá ser. Um tempo de orar a Deus, pedindo sabedoria para educar esta criança que carrego.&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo de me preparar para que possa alimentar sua alma. Mas eis que logo chega o tempo de nascer.&lt;br /&gt;Pois os filhos não podem esperar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo para alimentá-los à noite, tempo de cólicas e remédios;&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo para balançar e um tempo para andar pela casa toda,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo para a paciência e auto-sacrifício,&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de mostrar-lhes que o seu novo mundo é um mundo de amor, de bondade e de confiança; Há um tempo de meditar sobre o que eles são... não um bichinho de estimação ou brinquedos, mas pessoas, um indivíduo... almas criadas à imagem de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo para considerar a minha mordomia. Minha filha! Não me cabe possuí-la. Ela não é minha. Fui escolhida para cuidar dela, para amá-la, para alegrar-me nela, criá-la e para responder por ela perante Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Estou decidida a dar o melhor de mim por ela&lt;br /&gt;Porque os filhos não podem esperar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo de abraçá-los bem forte e contar-lhes as mais belas histórias que conhecemos.&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo de mostrar-lhes Deus, na terra, no céu e na flor; para ensinar-lhes a admiração e o respeito.&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo de deixar os pratos na pia, para balançá-los no parque,&lt;br /&gt;Apostar uma corrida, fazer desenhos, apanhar uma borboleta e dar a eles uma amizade alegre.&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo de apontar-lhes o caminho a seguir, de ensinar seus lábios infantis a orar,&lt;br /&gt;De ensinar-lhes a amar as palavras e o dia de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Porque os filhos não podem esperar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo para cantar, em vez de resmungar, de sorrir em vez de franzir a testa.&lt;br /&gt;De enxugar as lágrimas com um beijo e sorrir dos pratos quebrados.&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo para compartilhar com eles as nossas melhores atitudes... o amor pela vida, o amor à Deus e o amor pela família.&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo para responder às suas perguntas, todas as suas perguntas.&lt;br /&gt;Porque poder vir um tempo em que eles não queiram mais as nossas respostas.&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo para ensiná-los, pacientemente, a obedecer, tirando mesmo os seus brinquedos.&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo para ensiná-los sobre a beleza do dever, de habituá-los ao estudo da Bíblia, à alegria do respeito ao lar e à paz da oração.&lt;br /&gt;Porque os filhos não podem esperar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo de vê-los sair bravamente, rumo à escola, de sentirmos sua falta em nosso caminho.&lt;br /&gt;De sabermos que outras mentes têm a sua atenção, mas que estaremos prontas para recebê-los, quando voltarem ao lar,&lt;br /&gt;E ouvir, ansiosamente, a história do seu dia.&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo de lhes ensinar independência, responsabilidade e autoconfiança.&lt;br /&gt;De sermos firmes, mas amigas, de disciplinarmos com amor.&lt;br /&gt;Pois cedo, muito cedo, haverá um tempo de deixá-los partir, desligados dos nossos aventais,&lt;br /&gt;Porque os filhos não podem esperar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo de guardarmos como tesouro, cada efêmero minuto da sua infância. Somente poucos preciosos anos (no coração de mãe) para inspirá-los e treiná-los. Nós não trocaríamos esse precioso patrimônio por coisas como posição social, reputação profissional ou nos negócios, ou por qualquer tipo de pagamento.&lt;br /&gt;Uma hora de interesse, hoje, pode salvar anos de melancolia amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;A casa pode esperar, os pratos podem esperar, o quarto novo pode esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas os filhos não podem esperar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haverá um tempo em que já não se ouvirão mais portas batendo, nem haverá brinquedos na escada, ou brigas infantis, ou marcas de dedos na parede.&lt;br /&gt;Então, olharemos para trás com alegria e não com remorso.&lt;br /&gt;Haverá, então, o tempo de nos concentramos em serviços fora de nossos lares;&lt;br /&gt;Visitando os doentes, os enlutados, os desanimados, os iletrados;&lt;br /&gt;Dando de nós mesmos para o 'menor destes'.&lt;br /&gt;Haverá um tempo de olhar para trás e saber que estes anos de maternidade não foram desperdiçados.&lt;br /&gt;Oremos para que haja um tempo de ver nossos filhos se tornarem pessoas justas e honestas, amando a Deus e servindo a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Deus, dê-nos a SABEDORIA para entender que HOJE é o nosso dia com os nossos FILHOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Que não há um momento em suas vidas que não seja importante.&lt;br /&gt;Que entendamos que nenhuma outra carreira é tão preciosa,&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhum outro trabalho é tão recompensador,&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma outra tarefa tão urgente!&lt;br /&gt;Que possamos não adiar nem negligenciar esta tarefa,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, pelo Teu Espírito, que a aceitemos de boa vontade, com alegria e júbilo, e pela Tua graça a realizemos&lt;br /&gt;Porque o TEMPO é curto e o nosso tempo é AGORA.&lt;br /&gt;Porque os filhos não podem esperar! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto original "Children Won't Wait" de Helen Maxine Young - Adaptação Roberta Simões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-786577625100690074?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/786577625100690074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=786577625100690074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/786577625100690074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/786577625100690074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2008/12/filhos-no-podem-esperar_31.html' title='Filhos não podem esperar'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SVs9Qpx_RzI/AAAAAAAAAME/9nq0Az24hvQ/s72-c/IMG_3681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-6085737890513578792</id><published>2008-12-28T13:07:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:20:31.678-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Antes de ser mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SVeWhe4w6yI/AAAAAAAAALM/Z8b4IfspcGc/s1600-h/Melbe+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284858189713566498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SVeWhe4w6yI/AAAAAAAAALM/Z8b4IfspcGc/s200/Melbe+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Antes de ser mãe eu me alimentava devagar e com comidas ainda quentes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não tinha roupas manchadas. Eu tinha calmas conversas ao telefone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes de ser mãe eu dormia o quanto eu queria na hora que eu queria. Eu não me esquecia de escovar os cabelos e os dentes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes de ser mãe eu limpava minha casa todo dia. Eu não tropeçava em brinquedos nem pensava em canções de ninar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes de ser mãe eu não me preocupava se minhas plantas eram venenosas ou não. Imunizações e vacinas eram coisas em que eu não pensava. Antes de ser mãe ninguém vomitou nem fez xixi em mim, nem me beliscou sem nenhum cuidado, com dedinhos de unhas finas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes de ser mãe eu tinha controle sobre meu corpo e meus sentimentos.... eu dormia a noite toda ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca chorei olhando pequeninos olhos que choravam. Eu nunca fiquei gloriosamente feliz com uma simples risadinha. Eu nunca fiquei sentada horas e horas olhando um bebê dormindo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes de ser mãe eu nunca segurei uma criança só por não querer afastar meu corpo do dela. Eu nunca senti meu coração se despedaçar quando não pude estancar uma dor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nunca imaginei que uma coisinha tão pequenina pudesse mudar tanto a minha vida. Eu nunca imaginei que pudesse amar alguém tanto assim. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não sabia que eu adoraria ser mãe. Antes de ser mãe eu não conhecia a sensação de ter meu coração fora do meu próprio corpo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não conhecia a felicidade de alimentar um bebê. Eu não conhecia esse laço que existe entre a mãe e a sua criança. Eu não imaginava que algo tão pequenino pudesse fazer-me sentir tão importante. Antes de ser mãe eu nunca me levantei à noite a cada 10 minutos para me certificar de que tudo estava bem, para certificar que estava respirando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca pude imaginar o calor, a alegria, o amor, a dor e a satisfação de ser uma mãe. Eu não sabia que era capaz de ter sentimentos tão fortes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por tudo e, apesar de tudo, obrigada, Deus, por eu ser agora um alguém tão frágil e tão forte ao mesmo tempo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada Deus por permitir-me ser Mãe!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© Patricia Vaughan &amp;amp; Silvia Schmidt©&lt;br /&gt;Texto original : " Before I Was a Mother "&lt;br /&gt;Adaptação: Roberta Simões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-6085737890513578792?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/6085737890513578792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=6085737890513578792' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/6085737890513578792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/6085737890513578792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2008/12/antes-de-ser-me.html' title='Antes de ser mãe'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SVeWhe4w6yI/AAAAAAAAALM/Z8b4IfspcGc/s72-c/Melbe+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-5901808513140294984</id><published>2008-12-25T07:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:06:20.576-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada, Senhor, Ser mãe é uma bênção!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SVNZ5VKDw2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/D0odQeSaAcY/s1600-h/RO+MEL+0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283665629302473570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SVNZ5VKDw2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/D0odQeSaAcY/s200/RO+MEL+0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salmo 126&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quando o Senhor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;restaurou nossa sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E o nosso sonho se realizou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Um sonho tão sonhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dormindo e acordados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorríamos, vivíamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A cantar, gargalhar&lt;br /&gt;até chora de alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E entre as nações se dizia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Grandes coisas fez o Senhor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sim, grandes coisas Deus fez por nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quem sai andando e chorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Semeando suas sementes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Com júbilo voltará certamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Ana Paula Valadão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esta canção pode ser encontrada no DVD Crianças Diante do Trono - Vamos compartilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para ouvir: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYSkz_XU5NU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYSkz_XU5NU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-5901808513140294984?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/5901808513140294984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=5901808513140294984' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/5901808513140294984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/5901808513140294984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2008/12/obrigada-senhor-por-eu-ser-me.html' title='Obrigada, Senhor, Ser mãe é uma bênção!!'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SVNZ5VKDw2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/D0odQeSaAcY/s72-c/RO+MEL+0206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-6198915386873216730</id><published>2008-12-21T07:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:09:40.263-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Milagre da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SU4K5Nu5h9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/m48u3HLBoxs/s1600-h/ultra_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282171391007360978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SU4K5Nu5h9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/m48u3HLBoxs/s200/ultra_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SU4K1V6qdBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BnfJmc3SzyA/s1600-h/ultra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282171324484711442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SU4K1V6qdBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BnfJmc3SzyA/s200/ultra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes mesmo de ter um nome&lt;br /&gt;E abrir os meus olhinhos&lt;br /&gt;Ou alguém ver o meu rostinho&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava num lugar especial&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus fez para mim&lt;br /&gt;Cercado de amor,&lt;br /&gt;de calor...&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos eram tão pequeninas&lt;br /&gt;Meus pezinhos, inseguros ainda&lt;br /&gt;Mas no peito meu coraçãozinho&lt;br /&gt;Já mostrava que o milagre do nascer&lt;br /&gt;do viver, do existir, outra vez&lt;br /&gt;aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o milagre da vida&lt;br /&gt;Milagre da criação&lt;br /&gt;Com Deus, sim, eu quero crescer&lt;br /&gt;Pois Ele quem me fez nascer&lt;br /&gt;As crianças ocupam um lugar&lt;br /&gt;Muito especial no coração do Pai&lt;br /&gt;Pois elas refletem pureza real &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Cristina Mel) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Esta canção pode ser encontrada no cd de Cristina Mel - Tem Coisas Que A Gente Não Esquece - 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ouvir: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQCNd1E0Drc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQCNd1E0Drc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SU0XUAzpyAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Rxw_flG0w-o/s1600-h/ultra.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/816713224749168841-6198915386873216730?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/6198915386873216730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=6198915386873216730' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/6198915386873216730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/6198915386873216730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2008/12/milagre-da-vida.html' title='Milagre da vida'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SU4K5Nu5h9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/m48u3HLBoxs/s72-c/ultra_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-535798284201432496</id><published>2008-12-14T07:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:03:07.141-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SUTYGLrRRWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/niO9yAan4QY/s1600-h/Melissa+Beatriz+842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279582263910155618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SUTYGLrRRWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/niO9yAan4QY/s200/Melissa+Beatriz+842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Você já foi tão pequenino, meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como um grão de areia no ventre da mãe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um presente lindo que veio do céu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só pra encher de alegria o nosso lar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sei que a jóia mais bonita que ganhei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando Deus criou você Ele sorriu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é a obra mais bonita que Ele fez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando do ventre da mamãe você saiu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele fez festa só pra receber você&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ainda lembro o dia em que você nasceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Eu não pude controlar a emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A primeira vez em que você chorou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Com amor te segurei em minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Você é tudo aquilo que sempre sonhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu amor, meu anjinho, meu Presente de DEUS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Mara Lima)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta linda canção encontra-se no CD "Mara Lima e Seus Amiguinhos 4" (Louvor Eterno)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ouvir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjOHHrftjbY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjOHHrftjbY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-535798284201432496?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/535798284201432496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=535798284201432496' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/535798284201432496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/535798284201432496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2008/12/presente-de-deus.html' title='Presente de Deus'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SUTYGLrRRWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/niO9yAan4QY/s72-c/Melissa+Beatriz+842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-816713224749168841.post-1650805725973002864</id><published>2008-12-07T08:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:22:41.744-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SX9e2-lAntI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/G4z8HzibGlY/s1600-h/Figura1blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296055985415167698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SX9e2-lAntI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/G4z8HzibGlY/s200/Figura1blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser Mãe é receber de Deus o dom e a responsabilidade da criação, da doação e do amor incondicional. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Se fossem somente as horas não-dormidas... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se fossem somente as fraldas incontáveis.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somente os choros em busca do peito, as cólicas e reclames.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que seria então de toda a vastidão de sentimentos trazidos por um corpo de 3kg medindo 50cm? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abençoada seja, minha filha, pois nós, da família, te acolhemos e a tudo que vem de ti. Deus seja louvado sempre!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/816713224749168841-1650805725973002864?l=eusoumae.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/feeds/1650805725973002864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=816713224749168841&amp;postID=1650805725973002864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/1650805725973002864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/816713224749168841/posts/default/1650805725973002864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eusoumae.blogspot.com/2008/12/ser-me_07.html' title='Ser mãe'/><author><name>Roberta Simões</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06335164701851545149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SRlE_MOkVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/AAhNuydE9rg/S220/Roberta.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SZP3ey6plKg/SX9e2-lAntI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/G4z8HzibGlY/s72-c/Figura1blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
