<?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-2803392262970990078</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:26:46.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minhas Histórias</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasbyemily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803392262970990078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasbyemily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13812018515064974955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803392262970990078.post-3457102470294769582</id><published>2007-08-20T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:11:24.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOIS BONS AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EUGc38ulsoM/RsnY8x2k_fI/AAAAAAAAABU/YDGYuFBWvGc/s1600-h/29_08_05_jesus_fortes_celia.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100846591659802098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EUGc38ulsoM/RsnY8x2k_fI/AAAAAAAAABU/YDGYuFBWvGc/s320/29_08_05_jesus_fortes_celia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Davi e Jônatas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;O Rei viu quando Davi matou o gigante Golias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;E ele percebeu que Davi era muito corajoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;O filho do rei ficou gostando de Davi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Seu nome era Jônatas e era um rapaz muito valente também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Jônatas queria que Davi se tornasse seu amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;"Você não gostaria de ser o meu melhor amigo?", perguntou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;"Sim, serei seu amigo", respondeu Davi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Jônatas tinha muitas coisas boas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Ele deu a Davi tudo o que tinha de bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Deu a Davi a sua espada, seu arco e suas flechas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Ele deu a Davi o seu cinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;"Isto é para mostrar que você é o meu melhor amigo", disse Jônatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;"Obrigado por me dar o que você tem de melhor", respondeu Davi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;"E também muito obrigado por ser o meu melhor amigo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Esta história está na Bíblia em I Samuel 18.&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/2803392262970990078-3457102470294769582?l=historiasbyemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasbyemily.blogspot.com/feeds/3457102470294769582/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803392262970990078&amp;postID=3457102470294769582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803392262970990078/posts/default/3457102470294769582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803392262970990078/posts/default/3457102470294769582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasbyemily.blogspot.com/2007/08/dois-bons-amigos.html' title='DOIS BONS AMIGOS'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13812018515064974955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EUGc38ulsoM/RsnY8x2k_fI/AAAAAAAAABU/YDGYuFBWvGc/s72-c/29_08_05_jesus_fortes_celia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803392262970990078.post-7135061158731081866</id><published>2007-08-16T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T10:25:33.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus guarda Daniel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EUGc38ulsoM/RqZvyKj3vvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OiThjKJpdxU/s1600-h/morehead039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090879336407875314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EUGc38ulsoM/RqZvyKj3vvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OiThjKJpdxU/s400/morehead039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus guarda Daniel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"O rei quer colocar Daniel como chefe sobre nós", disseram alguns homens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E eles não gostaram disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Eles é que queriam mandar em Daniel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Aqueles homens pediram ao rei que fizesse uma lei bem severa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Ninguém poderá orar a qualquer outro deus", dizia a lei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Quem orar vai ser colocado na cova dos leões."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Aqueles homens sabiam que Daniel falava com Deus e que iria orar em busca de ajuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Por isso ficaram vigiando a casa Daniel e viram quando ele ajoelhou-se para falar com Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Eles contaram ao rei o que Daniel fazia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;O rei gostava muito de Daniel e não concordava com o que aqueles homens faziam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mas a lei dizia que Daniel tinha que ser jogado na cova dos leões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"O teu Deus irá te ajudar", disse o rei a Daniel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;No dia seguinte o rei foi até à cova dos leões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E gritou:"Daniel, por acaso o teu Deus te ajudou?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Sim", respondeu Daniel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Os leões não me fizeram mal algum."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;O rei ficou tão alegre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Daniel também ficou alegre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Deus avia o ajudado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803392262970990078-7135061158731081866?l=historiasbyemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasbyemily.blogspot.com/feeds/7135061158731081866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803392262970990078&amp;postID=7135061158731081866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803392262970990078/posts/default/7135061158731081866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803392262970990078/posts/default/7135061158731081866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasbyemily.blogspot.com/2007/08/deus-guarda-daniel.html' title='Deus guarda Daniel'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13812018515064974955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EUGc38ulsoM/RqZvyKj3vvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OiThjKJpdxU/s72-c/morehead039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803392262970990078.post-5576820375576874698</id><published>2007-07-27T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T13:36:26.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091978044876766978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EUGc38ulsoM/RqpXDaj3vwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9yHhz9y-k_k/s320/morehead003.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A DECISÃO SÁBIA DO REI SALOMÃO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Viva o rei Salomão!", gritava a multidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Salomão era agora o novo rei de Israel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Era um rei cheio de sabedoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele orou pedindo a Deus que lhe desse sabedoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Certo dia, duas mulheres chegaram com uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cada uma dizia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Este é o meu filho."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Salomão não sabia quem era a mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Então ele ordenou: "Cortem a criança ao meio e dêem uma metade para cada mãe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A mãe da criança gritou: "Não!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A outra mulher exclamou: "Sim, cortem ao meio."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Salomão ficou sabendo quem era a mãe verdadeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O povo começou a dizer: "Temos um rei muito sábio."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Salomão orou a Deus, dizendo: "Obrigado, Senhor, por me dar sabedoria."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esta história está na Bíblia no Livro de 1 Reis 3&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/2803392262970990078-5576820375576874698?l=historiasbyemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasbyemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5576820375576874698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803392262970990078&amp;postID=5576820375576874698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803392262970990078/posts/default/5576820375576874698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803392262970990078/posts/default/5576820375576874698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasbyemily.blogspot.com/2007/07/deciso-sbia-do-rei-salomo-viva-o-rei.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13812018515064974955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EUGc38ulsoM/RqpXDaj3vwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9yHhz9y-k_k/s72-c/morehead003.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803392262970990078.post-5752240029158409122</id><published>2007-07-24T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T14:23:28.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS CURA A FILHA DE JAIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EUGc38ulsoM/RqZtbqj3vuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1HHFdz-hQm4/s1600-h/morehead068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090876750837563106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EUGc38ulsoM/RqZtbqj3vuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1HHFdz-hQm4/s400/morehead068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;JESUS CURA A FILHA DE JAIRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Por favor, venha até a minha casa", suplicou Jairo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Minha filhinha está quase morrendo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jesus foi com Jairo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A casa era longe dali e demorou muito para chegar até lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Havia muita gente pelo caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gente por todos os lados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Todos vieram ver Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Alguém chegou correndo da casa de Jairo e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Tua filhinha está morta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jairo ficou muito triste, mas Jesus lhe disse: Não temas, Jairo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jesus e Jairo entraram na casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;As pessoas choravam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jesus lhes disses: "Não chorem! A menina está apenas dormindo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Algumas pessoas riam de Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Saiam já daqui", ordenou-lhes Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aqueles que riam foram embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jesus olhou para a menina e lhe disse: "Levante-se, menina!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A menina levantou da cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Agora alimentem a menina", disse Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jairo e sua mãe ficaram tão felizes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Como um homem pode fazer isso?" perguntaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Jesus é de fato o Filho de Deus!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ESTA HISTÓRIA ESTÁ NA BÍBLIA NO LIVRO DE MARCOS, CAPÍTULO 5&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/2803392262970990078-5752240029158409122?l=historiasbyemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasbyemily.blogspot.com/feeds/5752240029158409122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803392262970990078&amp;postID=5752240029158409122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803392262970990078/posts/default/5752240029158409122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803392262970990078/posts/default/5752240029158409122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasbyemily.blogspot.com/2007/07/jesus-cura-filha-de-jairo.html' title='JESUS CURA A FILHA DE JAIRO'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13812018515064974955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EUGc38ulsoM/RqZtbqj3vuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1HHFdz-hQm4/s72-c/morehead068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803392262970990078.post-8998367940020919156</id><published>2007-07-06T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T12:48:54.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque eu Tenho blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PORQUE EU TENHO UM BLOG...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tenho esse blog para contar&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "histórias" &lt;/span&gt;- eu sempre quis ter um blog e agora tenho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; vontade de escrever um monte de&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "histórias"&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu gosto de escrever, então vou escrever um monte de histórias legais para quem visita!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2803392262970990078-8998367940020919156?l=historiasbyemily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://historiasbyemily.blogspot.com/feeds/8998367940020919156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2803392262970990078&amp;postID=8998367940020919156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803392262970990078/posts/default/8998367940020919156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2803392262970990078/posts/default/8998367940020919156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://historiasbyemily.blogspot.com/2007/07/porque-eu-tenho-blog.html' title='Porque eu Tenho blog.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13812018515064974955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2803392262970990078.post-8585872060033954796</id><published>2007-07-04T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T10:24:59.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O SONHO DE JACÓ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EUGc38ulsoM/RsXYXR2k_bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aB_sji8PaaQ/s1600-h/22_05_05_meguarda_celia.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099720047507865010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EUGc38ulsoM/RsXYXR2k_bI/AAAAAAAAAA0/aB_sji8PaaQ/s320/22_05_05_meguarda_celia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O SONHO DE JACÓ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jacó estava muito triste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pois ele tinha que fazer uma longa viagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tinha que abandonar o lar e ir para muito longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ele caminhou pela estrada durante todo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ele foi para longe de casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Quando a noite chegou,Jacó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt; parou de caminhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E descansou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Durante a noite, enquanto dormia Jacó sonhou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ele viu uma grande escada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Era tão alta que alcançava o céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Os anjos subiam e desciam da escada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu estou com você disse: Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu ajudo você por onde você ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jacó acordou e disse: Deus esteve aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E Jacó ficou muito feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ele queria que Deus o ajudasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;E Deus o ajudou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ESTA HISTÓRIA ESTÁ EM GÊNESIS 27.28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 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