<?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-19634092</id><updated>2012-02-14T12:28:16.718-05:00</updated><category term='CAMBIOS'/><category term='EN LAS AFUERAS DE WILLOWCREEK'/><category term='ORACION CASA DE ADORACION'/><category term='HOUSE OF PRAYER'/><title type='text'>LORE ALVAREZ AROUND THE WORLD</title><subtitle type='html'>As I know how much God loves me.. I want to share how much HE loves the world.. ..have YOU seen the skies...yeah HE created them
     Al conocer cuanto Dios nos ama.. anhelo compartir con los demas SU gran AMOR por el mundo... has visto el sol..la luna...las estrellas??? EL LAS CREO</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-3808388843720826675</id><published>2012-02-14T12:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T12:28:17.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLEXIONANDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV dir=ltr&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3 face=Calibri&gt;Una decisión que pudo cambiar la  historia!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;Escuché  decir a alguien: Adán amó tanto a Eva que por eso decidió también comer del  fruto del bien y del mal!.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;Muchos  pensamientos se han estado dando las vueltas en mi cabeza desde que escuché  aquella frase. Qué hubiese sucedido si Adán NO habría tomado el fruto del bien y  el mal?, &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;Qué  habría hecho Dios?&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;La  respuesta está en el Segundo Adán, JESUCRISTO! NUESTRO intercesor por  SIEMPRE&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;Adán  cayó también en la tentación y comió del fruto del bien y del mal, pero que  habría sucedido si Adán en lugar de pecar junto con Eva, habría intercedido por  ella ante el Padre Celestial?&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;Se  imaginan la historia de este modo:&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;DIOS  a Adán- por que fue Adán a quien se dirigió Nuestro Creador!!!  &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;Dios:  Adán, que sucedió?&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;(y  en lugar de echarle la culpa a Eva- como lo hizo y como está  escrito)&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Adán:  Padre, la mujer con la que me bendijiste como compañera, tomó del fruto del bien  y del mal, cayó en la tentación de la serpiente, pero yo te pido que la  perdones, que nos perdones, tomo su pecado como mío también y te pido que la  perdones!!!!!, TE pido que nos perdones!&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;Si  eso hubiese sucedido en el Edén, la historia habría cambiado ese día?  &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;Cambió  la historia aquel día que Jesucristo murió en la CRUZ POR SU NOVIA, por SU  IGLESIA?&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;Aquel  QUE NO COMETIÓ PECADO, se hizo pecado por nosotros por AMOR, por AMOR dio su  vida por nosotros.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;Cuando  Dios bendijo al hombre con la mujer, jamás la hizo más importante que EL MISMO,  SU ALIENTO de Vida no se reemplaza con un beso de una mujer. EL es eterno y el  ser humano NO.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;Al  crear Dios a la mujer la hizo también a IMAGEN y SEMEJANZA de Dios... NO LA HIZO  COMO DIOS, en ningún momento Dios quiso ser reemplazado por la mujer en la vida  del hombre, si fuese así habría ido en contra misma de su propia naturaleza  DIOS!!!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;Ayúdanos  oh Dios a sentirte Tu Inmenso Amor, Gracias por Tu gran Amor, Gracias por Tu  maravillosa creación, Gracias por que TU ERES DIOS y nadie ni nada puede  reemplazarte!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=ES-TRAD&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=2 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;SPAN lang=ES-TRAD&gt;1ra Juan  4&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;SUP  style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: text-top" id=es-RVC-30618  class=versenum&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;13&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SUP&gt; &lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;En esto sabemos que  permanecemos en él, y él en nosotros: en que él nos ha dado de su Espíritu. &lt;SUP  style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: text-top" id=es-RVC-30619  class=versenum&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;14&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SUP&gt; Nosotros hemos visto y damos testimonio  de que el Padre ha enviado al Hijo, el Salvador del mundo. &lt;SUP  style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: text-top" id=es-RVC-30620  class=versenum&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;15&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SUP&gt; Todo aquel que confiese que Jesús es el  Hijo de Dios, permanece en Dios, y Dios en él. &lt;SUP  style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: text-top" id=es-RVC-30621  class=versenum&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;16&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SUP&gt; Y nosotros hemos conocido y creído el  amor que Dios tiene para con nosotros. Dios es amor; y el que permanece en amor,  permanece en Dios, y Dios en él. &lt;SUP style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: text-top"  id=es-RVC-30622 class=versenum&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;17&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SUP&gt; En esto se perfecciona  el amor en nosotros: para que tengamos confianza en el día del juicio, pues como  él es, así somos nosotros en este mundo. &lt;SUP style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: text-top"  id=es-RVC-30623 class=versenum&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;18&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SUP&gt; En el amor no hay  temor, sino que el perfecto amor echa fuera el temor, porque el temor lleva en  sí castigo. Por lo tanto, el que teme, no ha sido perfeccionado en el amor. &lt;SUP  style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: text-top" id=es-RVC-30624  class=versenum&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;19&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SUP&gt; Nosotros lo amamos a él, porque él nos  amó primero. &lt;SUP style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: text-top" id=es-RVC-30625  class=versenum&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;20&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SUP&gt; Si alguno dice: «Yo amo a Dios», pero  odia a su hermano, es un mentiroso. Pues el que no ama a su hermano a quien ha  visto, ¿cómo puede amar a Dios, a quien no ha visto? &lt;SUP  style="VERTICAL-ALIGN: text-top" id=es-RVC-30626  class=versenum&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;21&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SUP&gt; Nosotros recibimos de él este  mandamiento: El que ama a Dios, ame también a su hermano.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&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/19634092-3808388843720826675?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/3808388843720826675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=3808388843720826675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3808388843720826675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3808388843720826675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2012/02/reflexionando.html' title='REFLEXIONANDO'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-8355473269101996278</id><published>2012-02-13T20:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T20:55:37.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEBLINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV dir=ltr&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt tahoma"&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3 face=Calibri&gt;Tan solo neblina.... y eso es lo que sucede  muchas veces en nuestras vidas, caminamos de la mano de Dios pero solo como una  simple neblina que pasa y desaparece sin dejar huella.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3 face=Calibri&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3 face=Calibri&gt;Hoy tuve la oportunidad de mirar como cientos de  jovencitas escuchaban una conferencia, mientras ellas sonreían, gozaban,  comentaban, yo me preguntaba cuan profundo y cuan grabadas quedarán cada una de  las expresiones y las palabras mencionadas, en su mente y  corazones.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3 face=Calibri&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3 face=Calibri&gt;Lamentablemente en nuestro caminar, existen  personas que como neblina van y vienen y pasan como una simple interrupción, en  un momento nublan nuestro parabrisas y es necesario que coloquemos luces más  intensas para poder seguir en el camino correcto, mientras la neblina pasa, la  única manera de atravesarla es agarrarse bien del volante y saber perfectamente  quien está en Control..... y sobre todo permitirle que El esté en  control!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3 face=Calibri&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3 face=Calibri&gt;Señor, no permitas que seamos neblina para otros,  anhelamos ser LUZ en medio de las tinieblas, anhelamos ser SAL que provoque sed  en los demás, anhelamos ser más como tú, y cuando la neblina de circunstancias,  personas, problemas llegue a nuestra vida, ayúdanos a identificarlos y  aferrarnos aún más a Ti, sabiendo que de tu mano TODO es  posible.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&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/19634092-8355473269101996278?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/8355473269101996278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=8355473269101996278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8355473269101996278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8355473269101996278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2012/02/neblina.html' title='NEBLINA'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-6721306388385958012</id><published>2012-02-09T23:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T23:29:11.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UN DÍA MAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV dir=ltr&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Un día más ha pasado en el transcurrir de mi vida, un día lleno del Amor y  la Misericordia del Señor, un día lleno de sonrisas pero también de lágrimas. Un  día lleno de recuerdos pero también de experiencias.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Al llegar al Español (café tradicional Quiteño), alguien me mencionó lo  frustrada que se encontraba del servicio que estaba percibiendo en nuestra  ciudad, me sonreí.... &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;En realidad la ciudad en la que Dios me permitió nacer no es perfecta,  TODOS cometemos errores, algunos ni siquiera nos damos cuenta de ello y más aún  reaccionamos muy mal al ser afectados por los errores de los demás, sin embargo,  el sol brilla, las nubes parecen hablar, los pajaritos trinan y la sonrisa de  los niños no deja de resplandecer... si eso es QUITO, carita de Dios.... eso es  Quito, Patrimonio Cultural de la humanidad, eso es Quito, Luz de América.....  aunque en realidad la Luz que debería brillar en América debe ser siempre  Jesucristo, LA LUZ DEL MUNDO.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Ecuador es una país bastante pequeño, somos 14 millones de habitantes, en  un territorio de no mas de 200.000 km, las Islas Galápagos están a una hora en  avión del Continente y dentro del Ecuador puedes encontrar las 4 estaciones en  un mismo día. Sierra, Costa, Oriente....quieres ver la nieve.... el Cotopaxi y  el Chimborazo la tienen lista para ti.... a como 6.000 metros de altura.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;No hay razón por la cual un ecuatoriano-a desearía salir del país, sin  embargo muchos lo han hecho. Para mí la única razón es y será porque Dios así lo  dispone.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Acabo de llegar de Hawai, mi precioso Creador y Dios me bendijo al  permitirme conocer la preciosa isla de Maui, y aunque no se me permitió ir a  Honolulu disfrute cada segundo de sol, mar, playa, arena, tortugas, delfín,  peces, etc..etc..etc. Maui se parece mucho al Ecuador en chiquito, montañas a  las que la gente sube a mirar el amanecer... y playas en las que tanto niños,  como jóvenes y adultos revolotean y juegan constantemente......las palmeras son  preciosas ... sonríen constantemente y se mueven al son del viento, en realidad  disfrute al verlas. Los atardeceres... preciosos.. los pocos que pude apreciar  dejaban su huella en mi alma... paso a paso el sol se desvanecía entre el azul  mar.......&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;También disfruté de mirar una cascada y con ella el sol resplandeciendo  entre las ramas y reflejando su sonrisa en el agua.... que más puedo decir, el  CREADOR de los cielos y el mar, el viento y el agua, el sol y las estrellas ....  me permitió mirar un pedacito más de su creación.... al mirar al cielo veía sus  pequeños luceros resplandeciendo.. y recordaba cada una de sus promesas.... y  como siempre.. EL DETALLE DE SU ARCO IRIS que me recordó sus promesas.. cada una  de ellas son si y amen.. AMEN Y AMEN!!! &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Te amo Rey.. CREADOR DEL UNIVERSO QUIEN PODRÍA NEGAR TU  EXISTENCIA....&lt;/DIV&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/19634092-6721306388385958012?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/6721306388385958012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=6721306388385958012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6721306388385958012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6721306388385958012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2012/02/un-dia-mas.html' title='UN DÍA MAS'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-1191575801275283795</id><published>2012-02-08T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T16:59:24.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERY WHERE I GO - HOLY SPIRIT BREATH ON US</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV dir=ltr&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;As I sit down at the plane, I began to talk with the person next to me, a  business man that works with the government.....yes I shared the gospel with him  and also he share his keys of successful leadership for more than 20 years – Did  not want to go deeper about knowing that eternity is written in our hearts when  we accept Jesus Christ. BUT God will never stop surprising us and as I got up  for a moment heard a desperate man asking the flight attendance for something  that will help him to stop the pain in his ear; nothing has worked mentioned  him, as I suggested that he could try chewing gum. Holy Spirit stroke my heart  and then I said, can I try something and he just smile, yes he replied- May I  pray for you? With an smile in his face he said yes, I began to pray for healing  in Jesus Name, a little hesitant to set my hand in his head but lead by the  Spirit I did It and pray...., he closed his eyes and as I went to the bathroom  he kept his eyes closed.. haha.... I close the door and pray even harder .. Lord  show this guy that you are Christ THE HEALER.., let him feel your LOVE. I went  to my seat and kept an eye on him, I got to share the gospel with him – I said  to myself, as he got up and look for me and said IT WORKED, thank you I ask him  if he knew about Jesus Christ WHOM healed him, YES, he answered I am a Christian  – as he went back to his seat (by the way he was at first class I just happen to  be at the exit seat close to it).&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;As I was leaving the plane, I asked him how he was feeling, great he said,  I am actually going home, Which church do you go to? I asked – Well, he said: As  I grew up I used to go to a Christian church, I grew up in a city which even was  known as the Christian town, but I got tired of seen people dying with hunger  and big buildings being raised instead of helping others, I got tired of it  ...now I have my own way of knowing Jesus, I know HE is with me... , do you read  the Bible I asked... well.... he replied. God lead me to tell him how important  was that he will come back and help to raise a new generation with a heart for  justice, how needed he is in order to shake paradigms and walls.....as I  finished he looked and me and with courtesy said GOOD bye. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I don't know if he heard me, but I am praying, people like Matt are all  around the world, Christians that got tired of a God of the temple and looked  for the REAL GOD that cares about HIS world .... I am sure God is breathing all  over the world over those dry bones..... oh .. sorry may be I am mistaken....  the dry bones could be within the church and actually the ones lead by HIS  Spirit are fighting outside the 4 walls ... looking for HIM... for HIS LOVE AND  HIS JUSTICE.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&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/19634092-1191575801275283795?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/1191575801275283795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=1191575801275283795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/1191575801275283795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/1191575801275283795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2012/02/every-where-i-go-holy-spirit-breath-on.html' title='EVERY WHERE I GO - HOLY SPIRIT BREATH ON US'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-2827119796442351208</id><published>2012-02-08T15:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T15:53:50.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLY BY HIS MERCY... ONLY BY HIS LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV dir=ltr&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT: 10pt tahoma"&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-STYLE: normal; DISPLAY: inline; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-WEIGHT: normal; TEXT-DECORATION: none"&gt;And  whenever God wants to show you HIS heart, don't think YOU deserve it.... is ONLY  BY HIS MERCY .. ONLY BY HIS LOVE&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV dir=ltr&gt; &lt;DIV style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri'; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;and when His provision and goodness are closed to YOU, like never  before......is ONLY BY HIS MERCY .. ONLY BY HIS LOVE&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;and if the success and lots of applause come to your life.... PLEASE  REMEMBER.... is ONLY BY HIS MERCY..ONLY BY HIS  LOVE&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&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/19634092-2827119796442351208?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/2827119796442351208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=2827119796442351208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/2827119796442351208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/2827119796442351208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2012/02/only-by-his-mercy-only-by-his-love.html' title='ONLY BY HIS MERCY... ONLY BY HIS LOVE'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-5318192199894815056</id><published>2011-02-24T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T08:44:11.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HACE CASI.MPG</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2yvcMJaIXXc?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-5318192199894815056?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/5318192199894815056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=5318192199894815056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5318192199894815056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5318192199894815056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2011/02/hace-casimpg.html' title='HACE CASI.MPG'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2yvcMJaIXXc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-8107090868391287011</id><published>2010-08-21T21:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T21:30:31.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUS PROMESAS CUMPLIDAS</title><content type='html'>Mientras adoraba al Señor y recordaba mi niñez, recordé también SU promesa de SU Iglesia unida en el Ecuador, fue un toque de Su Amor.. una pequeña gota de esperanza que se levantó en medio de todas las dificultades que puedan existir.. .. A que me ha llamado el Señor.. a AMAR, AMAR.. ..y AMAR... No importan las circunstancias, no importan las cosas terrenales que están sucediendo, vivimos en este MUNDO. pero no pertenecemos a El, vivimos para una ciudad celestial cuyo ARQUITECTO ES DIOS... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHORA ... luego de una intensa semana, con un poco de enfermedad en el camino, aprecio mas mi salud, si El permite algo, es para EL HONOR Y GLORIA de SU NOMBRE. Si el permite que me equivoque.... también se GLORIFICARA, inclusive cuando mi necedad o ignorancia me lleven al error, será EL con SU amor REDIMIENDO..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHORA miro nuevamente a través de sus ojos... GRACIAS por lo que estás haciendo.... HOY viví un pedacito de lo que tanto anhelo.. me faltó tiempo para alabarte y decirte cuanto te amo, pero aquí estoy Señor.. TE AMO.. TE AMO.. TE PERTENEZCO SOLO A TI.. y no importa el Lugar.. TU estas aqui.. TU VIVES Y REINAS POR LA ETERNIDAD... Eres TODO.. TODO.. TODO.. lo que anhelo Señor.. HAS TU OBRA EN MI!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-8107090868391287011?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/8107090868391287011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=8107090868391287011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8107090868391287011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8107090868391287011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2010/08/sus-promesas-cumplidas.html' title='SUS PROMESAS CUMPLIDAS'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-5047125789766595422</id><published>2010-06-05T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:05:07.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEHEMIAS / 21 leyes del Liderazgo / JOHN MAXWELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:0in;text-align:justify;text-indent:0in; line-height:120%;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%; font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;La ley de la&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;navegación&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Cualquiera puede gobernar un barco, pero se necesita un líder para que el&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;planee la ruta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Ejemplo: Nehemías&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Texto: Nehemías 1-6&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;De alguna manera, Nehemías quien era el copero de un rey extranjero entendió la ley de la navegación. Hacía varios años&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;que los muros alrededor de Jerusalén estaban derribados, pero bajo el mando del líder indicado se podían reconstruir en 52 días (¡Y así se hizo!). Cuando Nehemías ubicó a los trabajadores en las posiciones adecuadas, todos hicieron su trabajo exitosamente hasta que se terminó la tarea. Sin embargo, se necesitó de un “timonel”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;para que ellos trabajasen&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;efectivamente en equipo. Aunque siempre había habido abundancia de trabajadores, lo que precisaban era un líder que fijara el rumbo. Zorobabel los dirigió en la restauración del Templo&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;de Jerusalén. Esdras los guió en la restauración de la adoración en Jerusalén. Ahora se necesitaba de un nuevo guía que restaurara los muros de Jerusalén. Nehemías hizo lo que haría todo gran líder. El vio la necesidad (la cual otros también podían ver), pero luego proyectó una estrategia y reclutó a un equipo que lo implantara. Como resultado, la obra se hizo en tiempo récord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify;text-indent: -8.5pt;line-height:120%;mso-list:l0 level2 lfo1;tab-stops:list 20.85pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%; font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;§&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;La navegación de Nehemías progresó a través de las siguientes etapas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%; font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; text-indent:-8.5pt;line-height:120%;mso-list:l0 level4 lfo1;tab-stops:list 20.85pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;a)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Identificación con el problema (1:4)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;El primer paso que dio Nehemías fue el de preguntar acerca del bienestar de los judíos y del muro que rodeaba a Jerusalén. Cuando se enteró que lo que había quedado de los muros eran sólo escombros y que el nombre de Dios estaba siendo escarnecido, lloró. Con esta actitud, este copero se estaba identificando con el problema aún a la distancia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;“Cuando oí estas palabras me senté y lloré, e hice duelo por algunos días, y ayuné y oré delante del Dios de los cielos.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; text-indent:-8.5pt;line-height:120%;mso-list:l0 level4 lfo1;tab-stops:list 20.85pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;b)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Intercesión por el pueblo (1:5-11)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;El próximo paso que Nehemías dio fue el arrodillarse y orar. El intercedió por su pueblo y por la necesidad que aún permanecía sin ninguna atención. No se adelantaría a diseñar ningún plan hasta conectarse primeramente con Dios, pedir su sabiduría y clamar por la intervención divina. En este paso fue que recibió un plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;“Y dije: Te ruego, oh Jehová, Dios de los cielos... éste ahora atento tu oído y abiertos tus ojos para oír la oración de tu siervo, que hago ahora delante de ti día y noche, por los hijos de Israel...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; text-indent:-8.5pt;line-height:120%;mso-list:l0 level4 lfo1;tab-stops:list 20.85pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;c)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Interacción con las personas en autoridad (2:1-6)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Seguidamente, Nehemías se reunió con el rey que este se comprometiera a financiar la construcción del muro. También aseguró el paso a Jerusalén junto con los recursos que necesitaría para llegar allí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;“Y dije al rey: para siempre, viva el rey, ¿Cómo no estará triste mi rostro, cuando la ciudad, casa de los sepulcros de mis padres, está desierta.. si le place al rey, y tu siervo ha hallado gracia delante de ti, envíame a Judá... y reedificaré.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; text-indent:-8.5pt;line-height:120%;mso-list:l0 level4 lfo1;tab-stops:list 20.85pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;d)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Investigación de la propiedad (2:11-16)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Su próximo paso fue el de estudiar el desafió que tenía por delante y descifrar su tamaño y su magnitud. Fue en este punto que determinó la cantidad de&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;trabajadores&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;que necesitaría, las habilidades que tendrían que poseer y como podría ubicarlos para que acabasen la tarea con eficacia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;“Llegué, pues, a Jerusalén, y después de estar allí tres días me levanté de noche... Y salí de noche por la puerta del valle... y a la puerta del Muladar, y observé los muros...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; text-indent:-8.5pt;line-height:120%;mso-list:l0 level4 lfo1;tab-stops:list 20.85pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;e)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Trasmisión del propósito (2:17-18)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Luego, Nehemías, reunió a los trabajadores potenciales y les presentó la visión. Les impartió el sentir de la misión por emprender y les compartió el porqué era tan importante restaurar los muros de Jerusalén. Ellos percibieron las implicaciones espirituales del proyecto, lo aceptaron y se convencieron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;“Les dijo, pues: Vosotros veis el mal en que&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;estamos... Entonces les declaré como la mano de mi Dios había sido buena sobre mí, y asimismo las palabras que el rey me había dicho. Y dijeron, levantémonos y edifiquemos.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; text-indent:-8.5pt;line-height:120%;mso-list:l0 level4 lfo1;tab-stops:list 20.85pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;f)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Implementación del plan (3:1-32)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Finalmente, Nehemías dividió a los hombres y las tareas en una manera apropiada, ubicando a los hombres para que trabajasen frente a sus propias&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;casas donde estarían muy incentivados en hacer un trabajo de calidad. De esta manera, implementó el mismo plan que había concebido dos meses atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify; line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;“Entonces se levantó&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;el sumo sacerdote Eliasib con sus hermanos los sacerdotes, y edificaron la puerta de las ovejas... junto a ella edificaron los varones de Jericó, y luego edificó Zacur hijo de Imri...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify;text-indent: -8.5pt;line-height:120%;mso-list:l0 level2 lfo1;tab-stops:list 20.85pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%; font-family:Wingdings;mso-fareast-font-family:Wingdings;mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;§&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%; font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Los principios que Nehemías utilizó al navegar:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify;text-indent: -8.5pt;line-height:120%;mso-list:l0 level4 lfo1;tab-stops:list 20.85pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;a)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;El principio de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Simplificación.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Organizó a los hombres por grupos&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;naturales: familias&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify;text-indent: -8.5pt;line-height:120%;mso-list:l0 level4 lfo1;tab-stops:list 20.85pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;b)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;El principio de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Participación.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Identificó y empezó a trabajar con las personas que estaban listos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify;text-indent: -8.5pt;line-height:120%;mso-list:l0 level4 lfo1;tab-stops:list 20.85pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;c)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;En el principios de la delegación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Coordinó adecuadamente a los trabajadores con las tareas respectivas que iban a realizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify;text-indent: -8.5pt;line-height:120%;mso-list:l0 level4 lfo1;tab-stops:list 20.85pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;d)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;El principio de Motivación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:2.85pt;text-align:justify;line-height: 120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Ubicó a los trabajadores frente a sus propias casas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify;text-indent: -8.5pt;line-height:120%;mso-list:l0 level4 lfo1;tab-stops:list 20.85pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;e)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;El principio&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;de la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%; font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt; cooperación&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Incentivó a que trabajadores en equipo y a unir sus esfuerzos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:11.35pt;text-align:justify;text-indent: -8.5pt;line-height:120%;mso-list:l0 level4 lfo1;tab-stops:list 20.85pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;f)&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%; font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;El principio de la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family: Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt; afirmación.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent2" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;Ejercitó el valor del aprecio y del reconocimiento.&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES" style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:120%;font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;La ley en las escrituras...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;“Donde no hay visión, el pueblo se extravía...” (Proverbios 29:18, Nueva Versión Internacional)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="text-align:justify;line-height:120%"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES"&gt;“Porque ¿quién de vosotros, queriendo edificar una torre, no se sienta primero y calcula los gastos, a ver si tiene lo que necesita para acabarla? No sea que después que haya puesto cimiento, y no pueda acabarla, todos los que&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;lo vean comiencen hacer burla de él, diciendo: este hombre comenzó a edificar, y no pudo acabar.” (Lucas 14:28-30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-5047125789766595422?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/5047125789766595422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=5047125789766595422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5047125789766595422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5047125789766595422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2010/06/nehemias-21-leyes-del-liderazgo-john.html' title='NEHEMIAS / 21 leyes del Liderazgo / JOHN MAXWELL'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-4854849271906327359</id><published>2010-05-29T09:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:37:58.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TRATANDO DE ESCRIBIR UNA VEZ Y COMUNICAR EN 100 LUGARES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-4854849271906327359?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/4854849271906327359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=4854849271906327359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4854849271906327359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4854849271906327359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2010/05/tratando-de-escribir-una-vez-y.html' title='TRATANDO DE ESCRIBIR UNA VEZ Y COMUNICAR EN 100 LUGARES'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-4354080291797916194</id><published>2009-12-12T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:02:21.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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MAY be that is the purpose.. to write something ALL can read and in a moment can touch their lives or get through some different stages of their lives...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok.. then.. lets share with you that GOD is GOOOOOOOOOOOOD.. SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.. and HIS love endures forever... and that there is ONLY one worthy to be praised... just HIM.. and HIM alone... if this doesn't make sense to you. MEANS. you have not be touch by the POWER OF HIS love.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is good, He is faithful.. HE is the only one that you can trust, men and women can leave you and forsake you... even hurt you and talk wrong things about you.. BUT GOD.. noooooooooooooooo HE is faithful.. HE is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well... that is what I want to have in my mind right now . before going to bed.. HE is able to do EVERYTHING and ANY THING... so.. I can rest .. sleep and ENJOY .. what HE has given me.. HIS salvation and LOVE .. FOREVER. AND ever!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-7251312481728288642?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/7251312481728288642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=7251312481728288642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/7251312481728288642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/7251312481728288642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-being-long-time.html' title='it&apos;s being a long time'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-1563723297019169955</id><published>2008-09-10T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:35:44.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HIS PROMISES ARE YES AND AMEN 10/09/2008</title><content type='html'>God's promises will never change.. He is good and His mercy endures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;forever!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not by might not by power but BY HIS SPIRIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/SMgguSRUDmI/AAAAAAAABCA/O-g8yw7c1fo/s1600-h/09102008(023).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244477745623469666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/SMgguSRUDmI/AAAAAAAABCA/O-g8yw7c1fo/s200/09102008(023).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today at the Church in Quito named the Church of the Republic, we had a prayer meeting.. a unified Prayer Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;May be at the begining we were just brothers and sisters in the Lord that met desperate looking for an answer in the middle of everything that is happening in our Country... .- But now .. we are Christians unified in His Spirit - that is something that just GOD CAN DO.. and He makes sure we give Him the Glory..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/SMgejJCtrEI/AAAAAAAABBw/ppLvP6m75Yo/s1600-h/09102008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244475355144498242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/SMgejJCtrEI/AAAAAAAABBw/ppLvP6m75Yo/s200/09102008(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No words can express how I feel.... Just one thing I know.. 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OF WHO HE IS..&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to do His will.. whatever it takes.. take it away. Even if is painful for me.. I don´t care.. I am ready to do His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the Lord yesterday to bring back to my heart the love for this nation Ecuador.. that I would cry for the ones that don´t know Him.. that I would love as He loves.. I would see as He sees.. that I will be a good testimony of what He does when we trust Him…well.. I began to see the mountains again.. I worship Him.. looking with spiritual eyes what He wants to do in this nation.. I am back.. I will pray. I will intercede… no matter what it takes.. I will run .. and I will wait and I will see the Goodness of the Lord in my life.. HE IS IN CONTROL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am.. but because of WHO HE IS..Not because of who I am.. but because of who you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the only thing that I can know.. is not on my strength.. is not as I would want.. is how He does it.. and how He wants things to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a different weekend.. and I am sure that the reason why I had so many interesting and different things to do.. was because .. OF WHO HE IS..&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to do His will.. whatever it takes.. take it away. Even if is painful for me.. I don´t care.. I am ready to do His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the Lord yesterday to bring back to my heart the love for this nation Ecuador.. that I would cry for the ones that don´t know Him.. that I would love as He loves.. I would see as He sees.. that I will be a good testimony of what He does when we trust Him…well.. I began to see the mountains again.. I worship Him.. looking with spiritual eyes what He wants to do in this nation.. I am back.. I will pray. I will intercede… no matter what it takes.. I will run .. and I will wait and I will see the Goodness of the Lord in my life.. HE IS IN CONTROL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am.. but because of WHO HE IS....My God .. King.. Creator.. Begining and the End.. He is my everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-1632228332511490785?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/1632228332511490785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=1632228332511490785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/1632228332511490785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/1632228332511490785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-because-of-who-i-am.html' title='NOT because of who I am'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-7793402311695163710</id><published>2008-07-26T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:00:54.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here I am</title><content type='html'>Once again.. I pour out my heart for I know that you hear.. every cry.. you are listening .. no matter what stage.. my heart ... is in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is a song.. that reflects some of the times that i have been through.. but.. the greatest thing is.. THAT HE HEARS MY CRY.. no matter .. how I am.. He hears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busyness... being tired.. being.. just thinking in something besides Him.. can keep us out of the loop.. can bring us to a place that we don´t want to be.. can bring us far enough for us to feel lonely but to far for Him to hear our cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past 3 weeks.. I have been driving around.. searching.. knocking.. relaxing and thinking again and finally I realize what had happen... He ... my God and Creator.. allowed that to happen so I will come closer to Him.. to His heart.. to His love.. it has been His way of conquering my heart again... He has allow me to go to that place of feeling His love.. again.. in a new way... He has conquer my heart again with a rose that was given to me.... He has conquer my heart through a beautil sunset!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He has done what He knew was going to work to pull me closer to Him... wow... no more... thinking.. just Feeling His love.. no more worries.. just KNOWING.. He is in control and my heart is in HIS HANDS.. the best ones.. the most caring .. He is a gentlemen.. He will never let me go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-7793402311695163710?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/7793402311695163710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=7793402311695163710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/7793402311695163710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/7793402311695163710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-i-am.html' title='here I am'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-2761417140927626083</id><published>2008-05-15T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:45:25.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOBODY WILL KEEP ME OUT OF THE PARTY....</title><content type='html'>I am hearing Joyce Meyer preaching... well.. she is talking about THE OLDEST SON.. within the prodigal son story.... she is speaking about unforgiveness.... how those little foxes can damage your life... how can you damage yourself when you are comparing yourself with the people around of you... or you are comparing what every body else has..... or you are just thinking that you deserve more than others................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... she is comparing the fact that the older brother did not want to get into the party.. but.. THE party still go on . .so it means.. live continues.. you are the only one that decides if you want to JOIN .. God's party or keep yourself with your ofense.. and your unforgiveness.. tight to your past..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-2761417140927626083?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/2761417140927626083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=2761417140927626083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/2761417140927626083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/2761417140927626083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2008/05/nobody-will-keep-me-out-of-party.html' title='NOBODY WILL KEEP ME OUT OF THE PARTY....'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-4575137509025648239</id><published>2008-05-14T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:16.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/SCtBpivVR_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/AMI9OY01vag/s1600-h/07052008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200322376685144050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/SCtBpivVR_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/AMI9OY01vag/s200/07052008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sarai ... she is the daughter of Juan Carlos and Lore... my friends.... God is so good... and looking at her we just can see His faithfulness..... love .. grace.. peace... promises being acomplished by the power of His name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/SCtBqivVSBI/AAAAAAAAANg/WB2xG5AMBl8/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200322393865013266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/SCtBqivVSBI/AAAAAAAAANg/WB2xG5AMBl8/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A rose in my garden.... when I saw it.. I knew.. my BRIDEGROOM God and King was speaking to me... HIS LOVE ENDURES FOREVER.. .though I think sometimes He is far away.. He is always close.. He is always there.. THANK YOU LORD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. This are some pictrues.. that show a resemblance between my niece and I... may be.. is just because when I watch her.. I watch myself.... with my Heavenly Daddy..... I should be more like this little princess... she really know who she is.. A BEAUTIFUL GIFT FROM GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/SCtBrCvVSDI/AAAAAAAAANw/piCFSSqBqnM/s1600-h/13052008(033).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200322402454947890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/SCtBrCvVSDI/AAAAAAAAANw/piCFSSqBqnM/s200/13052008(033).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/SCtBqSvVSAI/AAAAAAAAANY/1az4Gj2ncC4/s1600-h/13052008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200322389570045954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/SCtBqSvVSAI/AAAAAAAAANY/1az4Gj2ncC4/s200/13052008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/SCtBqyvVSCI/AAAAAAAAANo/ifTPkJt659U/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200322398159980578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/SCtBqyvVSCI/AAAAAAAAANo/ifTPkJt659U/s200/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-4575137509025648239?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/4575137509025648239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=4575137509025648239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4575137509025648239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4575137509025648239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-sarai.html' title=''/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/SCtBpivVR_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/AMI9OY01vag/s72-c/07052008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-3683018527655807455</id><published>2008-03-31T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:08:36.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GLORY.. GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST</title><content type='html'>That is one of the songs that I sang many times at my last visit to IHOP.... Words that the Lord gave me while been there to me directly, through people, through His word, and through songs... are coming to pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so GOOD.. on Saturday we had such a great time of prayer and fasting.. it was so glorious to see how He was moving our hearts into unity.. into praising Him, into spontaneous singing... I was looking at the group and saw how God moved through all of us...... I was so thankful for the Lord to bring His people together... a friend of mine raise his voice in spontaneous singing at I know God was moving him to another level.. I know He spoke to him.. I know He told him more of His secrets and how He, Our God, wants to use him in worship, intercession, prophetic singing, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like been at the Prayer Room for a moment.. in spanish, and in Ecuador.. was such a great time!!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is good.. we will having a prayer walk in the city against abortion, homosexual marriage and the God´s name will be at Ecuador´s constitution....please join us in prayer .. We need God to unify us and set fire and passion in our hearts for intercession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all. HE IS GOOD AND HIS PROMISES ARE YES AND AMEN.. by the way.. I was doing a Quality job at HCJB Mission Base and tomorrow will begin to work in another christian ONG....  leading Quito´s office... GOD´S promises are coming to pass........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-3683018527655807455?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/3683018527655807455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=3683018527655807455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3683018527655807455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3683018527655807455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2008/03/glory-glory-to-god-in-highest.html' title='GLORY.. GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-5677556161714299099</id><published>2008-03-18T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T14:56:19.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>too much to know what to do</title><content type='html'>Finally a lot of things have been changing around my life!!!! Now is the time for HIS PROMISES to be real and to testify the WONDERS of HIS NAME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have began to work independly too as well as in a Quatlity project which I am really enjoying.!!!! God is Good and HIS LOVE ENDURES FOREVER..... for all of you that I have not get in touch lately I just want to wish you HAPPY EASTER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let HIS LOVE shown at the Cruss be glorify through you and in YOU... because He was crucified but His victory was that He resurected!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-5677556161714299099?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/5677556161714299099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=5677556161714299099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5677556161714299099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5677556161714299099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-much-to-know-what-to-do.html' title='too much to know what to do'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-833366219771999892</id><published>2008-01-22T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:17.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R5Z9V1LJVoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/RPnOHNMtRVE/s1600-h/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158448237204035202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R5Z9V1LJVoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/RPnOHNMtRVE/s320/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Better is one day in your house.. than thousands else where.... Su Casa es donde El esta.. sin embargo al entrar al Cuarto de Oracion en la Base Misionera de la Casa Internacional de Oracion.. me siento en SU CASA.. no porque no me sienta asi en otros lugares sino por todo lo que El .....mi Amado hizo en mi vida en ese lugar.. ME TRANSFORMO.. me reveló su Amor de un modo distinto.. y ahora se que SOY SU PRINCESA.. la NIÑA de sus Ojos y que Nadie.. absolutamente nadie puede cambiar EL INMENSO AMOR QUE EL SIENTE POR MI.. y yo siento por El.. Te Amo Mi Señor has cambiado mi lamento en baile!!! GRACIAS POR ESTE HERMOSO TIEMPO.. solo TU OBRAS para bien todo lo que nos sucede!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R5Z9V1LJVpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VrPArHjsY5c/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158448237204035218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R5Z9V1LJVpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VrPArHjsY5c/s320/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R5Z9V1LJVpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/VrPArHjsY5c/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R5Z9WFLJVqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kSCV35__8E8/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Papa Dios siempre es bueno.. yo queria conversar con Rhonda Hughey quien es parte del grupo de transformacion de ciudades..... Dios es bueno... entraba a la cafeteria de la Casa de Oracion y .. ella estaba sentada alli.. GLORIA A DIOS verdad..!!! me invito a ir con ella a una ciudad cerca en donde los pastores comenzaran el 6 de febreo 21 dias de ayuno y oracion Buscando el Rostro deDios... Y... LO MEJOR.. me encontre con mis amigos Scott y Molly.. Scot vivio en Ecuador por muchos anios.. los amo mucho y ahora ya tienen un bello bebe... PRONTO NOS VEREMOS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R5Z9WFLJVrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HXlOYMGfdKY/s1600-h/Image081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158448241499002546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R5Z9WFLJVrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/HXlOYMGfdKY/s320/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Y los Mills... jamas dejare de agradecer al Señór por estos siervos suyos a quienes puso en mi camino desde el principio de mi vida en KC.... ahora son muchos.. jajaj.. cuando los conoci eran 5 en la familia .. Jonathan estuvo conmigo en el Intro y Heidi la que ahora es su esposa fue mi compañera en la Escuela Ministerial.. GLORIA A DIOS.. hoy forman una linda familia.. Alisha.. su otra hija esta en otro estado y también ya tiene 2 niños.. BUENO.. seguro que crecieron.. ahora son 12.. YA un equipo de futbol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R5Z9WFLJVqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kSCV35__8E8/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158448241499002530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R5Z9WFLJVqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kSCV35__8E8/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R5Z9WFLJVsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EgkTDuJ_n7A/s1600-h/Imagen+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158448241499002562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R5Z9WFLJVsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/EgkTDuJ_n7A/s320/Imagen+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Bueno.. esta soy yo.. jaja no se rian porque me engorde un poquito por alla.. bueno fue realmente en CHICAGO, en KC trate ya de llevar la fiesta en paz jajajj..... pero bueno.. la primera foto es en la parte de atras del Cuarto de Oracion.. un mapa grandisimo del Mundo que me permitió reflexionar en que es ir HASTA los confines de la Tierra.. sonrei porque Dios es bueno y ahora hasta a puesto en mi corazón gente de Australia por la que orar.. EL sabe.. talves no iremos fisicamente pero.. LA ORACION MUEVE MONTAÑAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;La otra es a lado del lugar de danza y mirando a donde tocan los equipos de adoracion... no se ve mucho pero.. el lugar ha cambiado mucho.. pero.. UNO SIENTE LO  MISMO cuando entra.. es un lugar simplemente apartado para ALABAR Y HONRAR el nombre de Dios todo el día y toda la noche.. se siente el cambio en el ambiente espiritual.... bueno.. se siente ..!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;GLORIA A DIOS POR NUESTRO ECUADOR.. Gloria a Dios por America Latina.. Gloria a Dios por America.. por los Estados Unidos.. por Europa, Asia, Africa, Oceania... LOS CIELOS CUENTAN LA GLORIA DE DIOS.. y toda rodilla se dolara y reconocera a Jesucristo como Salvador.. EL ES EL REY. Gracias Señor, tu pueblo te alaba.. te exhalta y declara que solo en Ti tenemos refugio&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/19634092-833366219771999892?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/833366219771999892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=833366219771999892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/833366219771999892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/833366219771999892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2008/01/better-is-one-day-in-your-house.html' title=''/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R5Z9V1LJVoI/AAAAAAAAAJo/RPnOHNMtRVE/s72-c/Image066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-3960272181834393064</id><published>2008-01-16T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T07:01:30.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAVING HOME/PARTIENDO DE CASA</title><content type='html'>Let me write in English cause probably I need to remember this in this language..... what is home.. WHEREVER God wants me to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today a beautiful and wonderful chapter of my life closed, not that I think I will never go back to IHOP KC.. but that I realize that wherever I am my heart and spirit will be conected with MY SPIRITUAL FAMILY in Kansas City... as I was here I realize that I was really happy knowing about wedding, babies, engagements, and all good news about our community. I understood too that right NOW.. God wants me to be in Ecuador and that I will be there as far as He wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the Prayer Room.... I miss it already but the Lord has made me understand that He in His grace will allow us to miss something in order for us to begin to do what His will is for us in our lifes.. so PRAY for the raising up of Prayer Rooms around Latinamerica... PRAY so the people will gather together to pray and that we will be able to leave behind all differences in order to cry out to God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS International House of Prayer Mission Base... God used all of you for bringing purification and training to my life.. THANKS MIKE BICKLE for all the years that have passed and you have kept going hard in this Vision the Lord has given you.... THANKS to the intercessors, the administration, the cleaning people, the media, the musicians, the singers.. that God has set in this place in order to keep the fire going 24/7.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-3960272181834393064?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/3960272181834393064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=3960272181834393064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3960272181834393064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3960272181834393064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2008/01/leaving-homepartiendo-de-casa.html' title='LEAVING HOME/PARTIENDO DE CASA'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-1795859019980388039</id><published>2008-01-10T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:18:33.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOUSE OF PRAYER'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ORACION CASA DE ADORACION'/><title type='text'>I SHALL NOT WANT I SHALL NOT WORRY</title><content type='html'>He Has the whole world in His Hand... He is watching over me.. bueno solo es para que sepan que estan pronunciando ahora los adoradores de aqui el Cuarto de Oracion... como no vas a salir renovado si te repiten la palabra una y otra vez.. ES COMO QUE PAPA DIOS me lo estuviera diciendo... Tranquilizate.... ten calma EL TIENE TODO EL MUNDO EN SUS MANOS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regrese!!!!!.. SI.. YA DANCE.. ya ore con el equipo de adoracion por que.. POR LA IGLESIA EN LATINOAMERICA.. pense en pronunciar todos los paises pero ya al comenzar a orar solo sentia que somos uno... pense en orar por Ecuador.!!!!!!!!!!!! nada que ver.. cuando lo pense no senti paz.. y luego.. buuummmm .. Me explico... Mi Amado me explico lo que hizo al llevarme a Ecuado.. AMPLIAR MI TIENDA.. antes oraba por Ecuador.. porque el levante su Casa de Oracion en Ecuador.. luego por la comunidad latina aca.. que El levante su casa de oracion aqui en Espaniol... y ahora..no puedo mas que clamar por la Casa de Oracion en Latinoamerica....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al parecer hablaron de puntos tacticos de Casas de Oracion y uno es en Sudamerica.. .quiza.. Colombia con todo el amor que el Senior esta derramando en ese lugar luego de tanto dolor...El lo hace y esta llevando a su gente a la oracion y adoracion.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talves no les parezca muy logico o entendible lo que estoy escribiendo... es que me centre en escribir lo que sale de mi corazon... REGRESE.. estoy en mi casa.!!!! con migente.. con MIS AMIGOS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He aprendido a gozarme donde este.... aqui o en Ecuador .. en Venezuela o Peru.. en colombia o Francia.. El es el mismo EN TODO EL MUNDO!!! EL AMADO DE MI ALMA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-1795859019980388039?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/1795859019980388039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=1795859019980388039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/1795859019980388039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/1795859019980388039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-shall-not-want-i-shall-not-worry.html' title='I SHALL NOT WANT I SHALL NOT WORRY'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-4804361763064022714</id><published>2008-01-09T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T15:14:42.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DE REGRESO A LA CASA DE ORACION Y ADORACION</title><content type='html'>..... No se como definir lo que siento..... simplemente es UN REGALO GRANDE del Amado de Mi Alma... me doy cuenta que a pesar de que en estos tres ultimos anios he tratado de mantener esos tiempos de adoracion y oracion con el Senior.... y acurrucarme en sus brazos en casa y bueno dejar que me mime.... este es como el lugar en que el Senior utiliza para CAPTURAR MI CORAZON .. siento como que vengo me siento y El Amor de Mi Vida me da serenata continua y YO a El...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora mismo estan adorando y declarando YOU ARE MY REFUGE YOU ARE MY TOWER OF STRENGTH IN YOU I TAKE SHELTER.i RUN INTO YOUR NAME. Tu eres my refugio y mi torre fuerte y en ti tengo mi escudo, corro a tu Nombre... como no se te va a quedar eso en el corazon, si lo cantas, lo declaras junto a otros y lo sientes en un lugar que ha sido COMPLETAMENTE separado solo para adorarle, clamar, orar, ser ENAMORADOS por El....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo describir lo que siento.. se que es la posicion de mi corazon y no el lugar, se que es Su Presencia y no la gente a mi alrededor.. pero estoy segura QUE donde dos o tres se unen en su nombre El esta aqui... y se goza en vernos unidos.. constantemente..unos entran, otros salen... he visto a mis amigos de AAAAANIOS atras...... llegamos juntos.. batallamos juntos, sufrimos juntos.. VIMOS Y SENTIMOS su Provision Sobrenatural...CAMINAMOS juntos el tiempo en que moriamos en Kansas City para resucitar con El... ahora..... &lt;br /&gt;REGRESO.. y miro atras LAS MARAVILLAS que El ha hecho en mi vida.... , veo a Mike Bickle el director y siento un gran respeto por todo el esfuerzo, la tenacidad, constancia y claro TODO POR GRACIA DE DIOS... .pero el ha dispuesto su corazon a luchar por lo que El Senior lo ha llamado a hacer.. PERMANECER EN SU CASA DE ORACION..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El lugar......ha crecido mucho... ha cambiado montones... por fuera.. en estructura pero uno se sienta y es el mismo sentir.... es la Misma Presencia que senti cuando entre por primera vez al Belen como lo llamamos nosotros.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENIOR... LEVANTA pequenios y grandes Belenes al rededor del mundo... se que muchos podran ser bendecidos.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debo irme.. DIOS LOS BENDIGA UN ABRAZO ORO POR USTEDES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-4804361763064022714?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/4804361763064022714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=4804361763064022714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4804361763064022714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4804361763064022714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2008/01/de-regreso-la-casa-de-oracion-y.html' title='DE REGRESO A LA CASA DE ORACION Y ADORACION'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-8990726132774917420</id><published>2008-01-06T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:17.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JUGANDO... NO ME ACUERDO QUE JUEGO.. pero.. APRENDI MUCHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R4F_4lLJVnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NeR1AhgZT_c/s1600-h/DSCN1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R4F_4lLJVnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NeR1AhgZT_c/s320/DSCN1885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152540058716821106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me diverti.. en realidad GOCE CON los Jenkins.. y aliados..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-8990726132774917420?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/8990726132774917420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=8990726132774917420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8990726132774917420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8990726132774917420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2008/01/jugando-no-me-acuerdo-que-juego-pero.html' title='JUGANDO... NO ME ACUERDO QUE JUEGO.. pero.. APRENDI MUCHO'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R4F_4lLJVnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/NeR1AhgZT_c/s72-c/DSCN1885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-4983578419210650947</id><published>2008-01-04T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:18.329-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EN LAS AFUERAS DE WILLOWCREEK'/><title type='text'>.. LA NIEVE.. EL ATARDECER... SOLO DIOS LOS PUDO HABER CREADO TAN PERFECTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R37QulLJVlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_J0msQvP2X4/s1600-h/P1000992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R37QulLJVlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_J0msQvP2X4/s320/P1000992.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151784522429847122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R37Qu1LJVmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/C2f3xYpMjYg/s1600-h/P1000991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R37Qu1LJVmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/C2f3xYpMjYg/s320/P1000991.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151784526724814434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se nota que el Senior nos CONOCE mas alla de lo que nosotros mismos pensamos.. cuando miraba la nieve recordaba cuanto habia estado yo luchando por no recibir esta bendicion ... es mas NO termino de aprender que cuando El habla debo seguir y El se encargara de cerrar la puerta si no es la correcta.....bueno.. ya saben ... Papa Dios es bueno.. bueno.. bueno.. y ahora esta permitiendome vivir momentos que no pense vivir... EL esta en control y estoy segura PRONTO.. podre compartir con ustedes un regalo aun MAS grande del plan de Dios para este viaje.. SOLO OREN POR FAVOR.. El puede hacer milagros...!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-4983578419210650947?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/4983578419210650947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=4983578419210650947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4983578419210650947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4983578419210650947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-nieve-el-atardecer-solo-dios-los.html' title='.. LA NIEVE.. EL ATARDECER... SOLO DIOS LOS PUDO HABER CREADO TAN PERFECTOS'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R37QulLJVlI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_J0msQvP2X4/s72-c/P1000992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-5569228208600145879</id><published>2008-01-03T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:18.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTOY FELIZ.. FELIZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R30XZ1LJVjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FXXWPvKL1SA/s1600-h/P1000838.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151299281319712306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R30XZ1LJVjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FXXWPvKL1SA/s320/P1000838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R30XaVLJVkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RJkO0lYoWho/s1600-h/P1000987.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151299289909646914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R30XaVLJVkI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RJkO0lYoWho/s320/P1000987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Bueno aqui esta la nieve en realidad el Senior nos conoce mas de lo que nosotros nos conocemos a nosotros mismos...... es especial porque cuando mire la nieve estuve tan contenta porque me di cuenta de eso... PAPA DIOS me conoce mejor de lo que yo me conozco... ni siquiera habia pensando en cuanto me gustaba la nieve y seguro no muchas personas vienen a los USA en tiempo de frio.... pero.... El conoce nuestro tiempo y nuestra hora.. y ES EL TIEMPO de mirar a mis amigos de muchos anios.. de disfrutar de LA CASA DE ORACION.. ...........MIENTRAS.. oraba antes de venir solo recuerdo que senti que Papa Dios me decia..... CAMBIO DE ACEITE.. cambio de aceite.. ACEITE NUEVO para el Motor del Auto y el Auto se refiere al Ministerio que el SEnior ha dado a mi vida...!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entoncessssss........... estoy segura que Nuestro Amado Dios tiene grandes planes.. Jeremias 29 (11)... Jeremias 33(3).. y bueno TODAs sus promesas son Si y Amen.. en realidad estoy segura este tiempo ha sido dado por El.. por Mi Dios, Rey, Senior, Padre, Amigo, Novio, Consejero.. El lo hizo. .El me trajo y El me ha regalado muchos lindos momentos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SOBRE TODO.. he pensado mucho en que El nos quiere en una relacion Intima con El.. no muchas actividades, edificios, cosas materiales.. a El.. solo le interesa Nuestro Corazoooon... y El tiene mi corazon entre sus dedos.!!!!!! .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muchas cosas han sucedido en mi vida pero una de las mas significativas fue el dia del cumpleanios de Ronda.. alguien me pregunto sobre como quisiera que fuese aquel Varon que el Senior me de como bendicion como mi esposo...............comence con quiero que AME AL SENIOR tanto como yo y MASSS.... que me motive a tener tiempo a solas con Nuestro Amado Senior.. que sea la cabeza de nuestro hogar sabiendo que su cabeza es Jesucristo.. que seamos dos UNIDOS en Cristo.. y que Nuestro matrimonio sea solo PARA el honor y Gloria de Su Nombre.......... bueno.. la seniora que me hizo la pregunta solo me miro y me dijo.. EL SENIOR CONOCE TU CORAZON Y TE SORPRENDERA Y TE DARA LO MEJOR.. lo mejor!!!!!.. mas alla de lo que tu te imaginas.. LO SE.. LO CREO.. LO DECLARO Y SOY FELIZ.. porque se que Mi Rey Mi Papa Dios.. me conoce mejor que YO....&lt;/span&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/19634092-5569228208600145879?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/5569228208600145879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=5569228208600145879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5569228208600145879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5569228208600145879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2008/01/estoy-feliz-feliz.html' title='ESTOY FELIZ.. FELIZ'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R30XZ1LJVjI/AAAAAAAAAJA/FXXWPvKL1SA/s72-c/P1000838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-8041938756018245493</id><published>2008-01-01T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:03:20.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>en los USA...</title><content type='html'>BUENO .. venir para los estados unidos ha sido el regalo de Papa Dios de este anio... bueno...... en realidad que uno de tantos pero regresar aca me ha hecho reflexionar en muchos aspectos de mi vida... y como Nuestro Amado nos conoce mas que nosotros mismos..... hasta me habia olvidado cuanto me gusta la nieve.........aunque tengo mucho frio... es hermoso ver todo blanco.....parece estoy en las nubes....!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se porque no sirve la memoria en la que grabe las fotos.........buuuu pero las subire pronto, la siguiente semana estare ya por la casa de oracion......genial... realmente la extranio......lo hermoso es que sabemos que no es el lugar.. todo lugar debe ser SU Casa de Oracion...pero.. unirse a otras llamitas... en realidad que es una bendicion...&lt;br /&gt;LOS AMO MUCHO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-8041938756018245493?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/8041938756018245493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=8041938756018245493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8041938756018245493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8041938756018245493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2008/01/en-los-usa.html' title='en los USA...'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-1188095854438862805</id><published>2007-12-20T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:19.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MUJER DE FE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2s2UFLJVhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/q2pxBDjFFrw/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146266717815133714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2s2UFLJVhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/q2pxBDjFFrw/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Se preguntaran porque estas fotos en este titulo y con este contexto......... PORQUE .. como NO creer y confiar en el CREADOR DE TODO LO QUE EXISTE...... esta foto es en Quito.. en medio de palmeras una avenida en trafico y un hermoso atardecer.. PINTADO POR NUESTRO AMADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2s2UVLJViI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uRk44PTq3dE/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146266722110101026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2s2UVLJViI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uRk44PTq3dE/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Esa es la unica frase que tengo que repetirme varias veces a fin de poder dar los pasos de fe que necesito en este tiempo..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dios es bueno y se que en su misericordia ha estado confirmando Su Voluntad.....sin embargo es como dar un paso sin ni siquiera imaginar que es lo que El quiere al final de esa ruta....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dios mediante.. y luego de taaaaaaaaaanto tiempo de querer regresar a los USA voy en pos de mi otra tierrita querida.. y bueno...solo se que el SEnior esta en control.. COMO DICE LA CANCION.. Yo confiare en tu providencia... TU siempre tienes el control...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ha sido un anio diferente pero lleno de bendiciones, nuevos amigos.. nuevos proyectos.. me he puesto a pensar en las personas que he conocido durante este anio y la inmensa bendicion que han sido cada uno para mi vida............obviamente unos mas cercanos que otros... pero la mano de Dios ha estado conmigo en todo momento....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoy que cumplio anios Dani mi hermano menor .. fue un dia diferente... se quedaron las llaves dentro del carro, me reto un policia porque no respete correctamente la senial de transito.. y ahora que llego a casa.......mmm he dejado una velita encendida y se danio la formica del mueble de la cocina...............SIN EMBARGO.. en medio de todo la gran misericordia de Dios estuvo conmigo...., el policia no me puso multa, pude regresar rapido con la llave del auto, y la casa esta completa .. un descuido asi pudo causar mil y un cosas.. DIOS NOS GUARDA EN MEDIO de nuestros errores.. quiza.. eso quiere el SEnior mostrarme.............que EL ME GUARDA.. EL ME CUIDA!!!! ASI QUE.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SEGUIRE DANDO MIS PASOS DE FE!!!!&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/19634092-1188095854438862805?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/1188095854438862805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=1188095854438862805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/1188095854438862805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/1188095854438862805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/12/mujer-de-fe.html' title='MUJER DE FE'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2s2UFLJVhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/q2pxBDjFFrw/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-4148677211670930517</id><published>2007-12-19T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:20.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LAS FOTITOS DEL CORO !!! .. Y MATRIMONIO ELI.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2kdj1LJVcI/AAAAAAAAAII/Kqzl8R8U_70/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145676550653957570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2kdj1LJVcI/AAAAAAAAAII/Kqzl8R8U_70/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Que seriedad.. bueno esto fue el sabado.. un ratito antes de la presentacion.... con Pao Torres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2kdkFLJVdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jASeaygUusU/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145676554948924882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2kdkFLJVdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jASeaygUusU/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; El Domingo estuvo mejor.. aqui Paulina Aguirre.. antes Paulina Rendon.. en realidad me goce al palpar como Nuestro Padre ha bendecido a Pauli.. la conoci hace anios.. dirigio el coro en nuestra congregacion.. ESTA VEZ FUE LA SOLISTA QUE BENDICION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2kdkVLJVeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/h6IcQ8k6FpE/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145676559243892194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2kdkVLJVeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/h6IcQ8k6FpE/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; y................festejando la felicidad de Eli y Luis... aqui Chabi.. yo y Dario el esposo de Chabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2kdkVLJVfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Lvh5NZ8nS7A/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145676559243892210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2kdkVLJVfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Lvh5NZ8nS7A/s320/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; y.............aqui con Pauli.. bueno.. si que estabamos felices.. LA FELICIDAD de nuestra amiga.. es NUESTRA FELICIDAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2kdklLJVgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8ONNFyqGBhU/s1600-h/Image047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145676563538859522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2kdklLJVgI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8ONNFyqGBhU/s320/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Y AQUI.....................los flamantes novios.. DIOS ES FIEL.. QUE HERMOSOS MOMENTOS&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/19634092-4148677211670930517?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/4148677211670930517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=4148677211670930517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4148677211670930517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4148677211670930517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/12/las-fotitos-del-coro-y-matrimonio-eli.html' title='LAS FOTITOS DEL CORO !!! .. Y MATRIMONIO ELI.....'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2kdj1LJVcI/AAAAAAAAAII/Kqzl8R8U_70/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-4951822796852285960</id><published>2007-12-18T19:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:21.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MISION COMPARTIDA HCJB .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2hsAlLJVXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/D5RqqIBZBQ0/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145481331505452402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2hsAlLJVXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/D5RqqIBZBQ0/s320/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eran las 8am del dia 15 de diciembre .... Lore Escobar y Martha Claudia Mosquera salian de la conduccion.... entraba Mauri Patino Bustos, Tamara Torres y Mercedes Erazo...... Nuestro Papa Dios se mostraba con 70707..... Setenta veces siete talvez.... 70 semanas.. 7 dias.. Plenitud... Perdon....???... solo se que cada momento fue un toque de Dios.. Hablo.. hablo. y hablo.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;100.00o U$ a las 12 del medio dia !!!    ... 150.000 a las 6 h50 pm.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;SU FIDELIDAD ES GRANDE fue el coro que entonamos juntos.. porque SOLO EL ES FIEL!!!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2hsA1LJVYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4Ob_AjbJw_0/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145481335800419714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2hsA1LJVYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4Ob_AjbJw_0/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lore al cuadrado jajaj.. bueno Lorena Escobar, Lorena Alvarez y ... .el bebe de Lore y JuanK que no lo vemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2hsA1LJVZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pxEpQYTIb6A/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145481335800419730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2hsA1LJVZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pxEpQYTIb6A/s320/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miguel Angel Guerra.. .... adorador.... interpreta BESOS DE MARIPOSA... la cancion que seguro pedire pongamos en mi boda.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2hsBFLJVaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WBN4VLlsAhM/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145481340095387042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2hsBFLJVaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WBN4VLlsAhM/s320/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mi sobrina tambien disfruto.... Maria Jose y el conejito en MISION COMPARTIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2hsBFLJVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hjngrI7znTY/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145481340095387058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2hsBFLJVbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hjngrI7znTY/s320/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Han sido dias de mucha alegria y sobre todo AGRADECIMIENTO..... Nuestro Padre Celestial es BUENO. AMOROSO. le gusta sorprendernos, mimarnos.. y bueno.. es todo lo que ha venido haciendo en este tiempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;A pesar de que aún no se donde El quiere que le sirva en el Mercado Laboral... estos dias ha llenado mi corazón de gozo con muchos toques de Su Gran Amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;En Mision Compartida .... se paso.. Habacuc 2 (2) dice que escribamos la vision.. que hermoso se escribio la meta y El Nuestro Amado Dios lo hizo.. siempre esta atento a nuestras necesidades y ahora es tiempo de.... EXTENDER LA TIENDA.. ... no me imagino todo lo que Papa Dios quiere hacer.. solo se que es tiempo de DECIR GRACIAS... Amado Dios...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;y bueno....... ayer 17 de diciembre mientras cantabamos en el coro Vozandes el Senior nos permitio orar por el Presidente del Ecuador!!! Rafael Correa, el mismo declaro que el Temor de Dios es el principio de la sabiduria y nos pidio orar por el.... Pido a Nuestro Padre esas palabras sean ciertas en su vida y gobierne bajo la Ley de Nuestro Altisimo Rey y Senior..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;ESTAS FOTOS LAS TENGO PENDIENTE.. ESPERO me las envien pronto..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-4951822796852285960?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/4951822796852285960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=4951822796852285960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4951822796852285960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4951822796852285960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/12/mision-compartida-hcjb.html' title='MISION COMPARTIDA HCJB .....'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R2hsAlLJVXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/D5RqqIBZBQ0/s72-c/Image063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-4146044488496443784</id><published>2007-12-12T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T12:23:15.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TEATRO SUCRE...CORO.. UN TIEMPO CON DIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Nuestro Papa Dios se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;mostró&lt;/span&gt; muy tiernamente durante las presentaciones del coro en el Teatro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sucre&lt;/span&gt;... 30 de noviembre, 1 y 2 de diciembre.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;... el viernes estuvo un poco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;agetreado&lt;/span&gt; y diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;La lucha no es contra carne ni sangre... sino contra huestes espirituales de maldad... era el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;versículo&lt;/span&gt; que el Senior trajo a mi mente durante todo el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;..... y luego.. NO ES CON ESPADA NI CON EJERCITO SINO CON SU SANTO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;ESPÍRITU&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;El lo hizo.. El hizo su obra... el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;sábado&lt;/span&gt; en la noche.. luego de haber cantado varias veces la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;canción&lt;/span&gt; ME ALCANZO... al decir...me cuida.. me abraza.. me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;extraña&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;sentí&lt;/span&gt; Su voz.. TE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;EXTRAÑO&lt;/span&gt;.. y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;haré&lt;/span&gt; lo que sea necesario para cautivar tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;.. MI AMADO ES FIEL.. y solo El sabe como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;conquistarme&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Arriba algunas fotos...&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/19634092-4146044488496443784?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/4146044488496443784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=4146044488496443784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4146044488496443784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4146044488496443784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/12/teatro-sucrecoro-un-tiempo-con-dios.html' title='TEATRO SUCRE...CORO.. UN TIEMPO CON DIOS'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-7399942607704346541</id><published>2007-11-22T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:22.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Y OTRO BROCHE DE ORO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WoXPxXlfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Z2BoryOv9a4/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135696067409974770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WoXPxXlfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Z2BoryOv9a4/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WoYPxXlgI/AAAAAAAAAHA/AsoyWdJNWhA/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WoYPxXlhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/x5jGiyluIso/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135696084589843986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WoYPxXlhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/x5jGiyluIso/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WoYfxXliI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FSrIjH_-jO0/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135696088884811298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WoYfxXliI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FSrIjH_-jO0/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WoZPxXljI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YCQIvx8KmkI/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135696101769713202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WoZPxXljI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YCQIvx8KmkI/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cumbre de Liderazgo cerro con una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;pequeña&lt;/span&gt; RUMBA.. como lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;dirían&lt;/span&gt; mis amigos de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Colombia&lt;/span&gt;…. NUESTRO DIOS ES DIOS ALEGRE..!!! Mi Dios es Alegre… &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sofonias&lt;/span&gt; 3 (17) me dice que EL se REGOCIJA EN MI….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí algunas fotos… saben lo mas hermoso fue sentir el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; de Papa Dios al ver a SUS HIJOS JUNTOS.. , NO perfectos, pero SI dispuestos, un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; dispuesto.. luchando por dejar atrás lo pasado y comenzar EN SUS BRAZOS nuevamente………..NO IMPORTA el ayer.. VAMOS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LANTE&lt;/span&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/19634092-7399942607704346541?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/7399942607704346541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=7399942607704346541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/7399942607704346541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/7399942607704346541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/11/y-otro-broche-de-oro.html' title='Y OTRO BROCHE DE ORO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WoXPxXlfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Z2BoryOv9a4/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-6919355750062344005</id><published>2007-11-22T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:24.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CERRANDO CON BROCHE DE ORO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WnevxXlcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PkmDdwCoVsQ/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135695096747365826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WnevxXlcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PkmDdwCoVsQ/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WnfPxXldI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2RGAVsmGaLw/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135695105337300434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WnfPxXldI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2RGAVsmGaLw/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0Wnf_xXleI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UTWXh1N_UsM/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135695118222202338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0Wnf_xXleI/AAAAAAAAAGw/UTWXh1N_UsM/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;El viernes 9 mis amigos de Coface ( la compania en la que trabaje por casi 2 anios) y yo fuimos a almorzar en Metro Café.. aquí algunas fotos…JAJA&lt;br /&gt;Necesito poner esto en el blog, ya que siento que poco a poco comienzo a olvidar esa etapa de mi vida jajaja!!!!.. para aquellos que conocen ese tiempo de ENTRENAMIENTO… sera como…. Mejor que lo olvides!!!!! Pero NO ES ASI.. fue un tiempo DE GRAN ENTRENAMIENTO… en realidad aprendi a escuchar Su Voz en medio de la tormenta, a MENGUAR para que MI Señor viva y se muestre y sobre todo a DEJAR QUE EL .. MI AMADO me defienda, cuide y proteja … LO HIZO.. LO HACE Y LO HARA POR SIEMPRE&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/19634092-6919355750062344005?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/6919355750062344005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=6919355750062344005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6919355750062344005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6919355750062344005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/11/cerrando-con-broche-de-oro.html' title='CERRANDO CON BROCHE DE ORO'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WnevxXlcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PkmDdwCoVsQ/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-3958150025543013396</id><published>2007-11-22T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:25.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PREPARANDO LA BODA DE ELI…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0Wmj_xXlZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/40TXX-ej4g8/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135694087430051218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0Wmj_xXlZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/40TXX-ej4g8/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WmlvxXlaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gCYk0vw-9IE/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135694117494822306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WmlvxXlaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gCYk0vw-9IE/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WmmPxXlbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jsyvAKAXdqI/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135694126084756914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0WmmPxXlbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jsyvAKAXdqI/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Que hermoso es compartir con todos el regalo del matrimonio, que hermoso es poder decir que estas seguro de que la persona que Dios tiene para ti ha llegado.. que hermoso es poder caminar con aquella persona con libertad sabiendo que es la persona que AMAS y que no existe nadie mas que haga latir tu corazon o ponerte nervioso (a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno el tiempo para mi amiga Eli llego… y me gozo con ella en este hermoso TIEMPO!!!.. aquí unas foticos mientras haciamos los recuerdos e invitaciones!!!!!&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/19634092-3958150025543013396?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/3958150025543013396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=3958150025543013396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3958150025543013396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3958150025543013396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/11/preparando-la-boda-de-eli.html' title='PREPARANDO LA BODA DE ELI…'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/R0Wmj_xXlZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/40TXX-ej4g8/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-3204376678398020543</id><published>2007-11-22T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T10:48:30.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME OF BEING AT HIS FEET</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;As I have had the opportunity to be at home because I was fired from the job I used to have, I realize that this is time of Mary. Yesterday I was listening to some words that the Lord spoke through the first team that I welcome to the Joseph Company Retreat, and a lot of enconragement came to my life, no just for this time but for the time that has come to Ecuador and the Church in Ecuador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times of Joseph, times of Mary said the Lord in one of the words and I really want to enjoy and take advantage of all this time of Mary…… not that I don´t enjoy being a Joseph.. but you know .. in middle of busyness… is really easy for us as human beings to forget about that wonderful time with HIM… at His feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am at home… wonderfully fill by His Spirit… His Home.. His house… He is here… actually I am listening to a song that goes like this.. MY HEART CAN LOOK AT YOUR BEAUTY.. YOU ARE HERE, I CAN FEEL YOUR GREAT LOVE, YOU ARE HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week the Lord bless me with a Leadership Summit… it was from Wellowcreek – Chicago and I was able to meet two beautiful ladies.. SORRY.. not pictures.. may be because I was so into the wonderful gift that The Lord gave me that I did not realize I should have at least a picture… Well.. the Summit was good.. really good.. Some of the trainings were kind of  technical which was not bad, since remind me University classes, but others were about leadership and a clear vision for The Church.. His Church…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I like the most?... Clear message about being ourselves, not know why people always try to be somebody else or to hide what they were or their mistakes….. Bill Hybels share about His mistakes.. His errors … it is good to hear a person that is so SURE in His identity in God that… is able to share about His failures too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carly Fiorina who was the President of HP share about His conflicts as being a woman in Businesses but also how Thruth must to prevail over all our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well…Time to get to His feet, please if you read this.. I covet your prayers, need them immensely, don’t want to do anything that is no under HIS WILL, and I just think is time for Ecuador TO PRAY… FAST, call for a Solemn Asembly (Church has to get together)&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/19634092-3204376678398020543?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/3204376678398020543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=3204376678398020543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3204376678398020543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3204376678398020543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-of-being-at-his-feet.html' title='TIME OF BEING AT HIS FEET'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-5166508157926969141</id><published>2007-11-11T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:41:04.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TIEMPO KAIROS.. EPOCA DE CAMBIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;No siempre la epoca de cambios es la mas facil de sobrellevar y menos aun la que uno disfruta mas .. sin embargo, ... y de la mano de Jesucristo Nuestro Amigo Fiel.. todo es MEJOR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como por el 8 de octubre el Senior confirmo que el gte de la empresa en la que trabajo estaba buscando un  reemplazo para mi.. y bueno la semana siguiente el mismo gerente me pidio que salga de la empresa y pidio le apoye en todos los detalles de entrega de informacion..................ha sido UN TIEMPO DE SU GRACIA.. porque se que en mis fuerzas no lo podria haber hecho....solo El.. solo Nuestro Dios puede llevarnos en SUS BRAZOS.. en estos momentos en los que nosotros como seres humanos.. NO LO LOGRAREMOS.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He sentido a MI PASTOR.. llevandome en sus hombros.. acurrucandome.. permitiendome descansasr en sus brazos.. y DIOS MEDIANTE.. el dia de maniana sera el final.. se que El esta en control y les pido a todos.. oraciones por mi.. y a los que lo han hecho.. GRACIAS..GRACIAS..GRACIAS.. sin ustedes no lo lograria.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOS AMO MUCHO EN EL SENIOR&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/19634092-5166508157926969141?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/5166508157926969141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=5166508157926969141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5166508157926969141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5166508157926969141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/11/tiempo-kairos-epoca-de-cambios.html' title='TIEMPO KAIROS.. EPOCA DE CAMBIOS'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-1483266084859499905</id><published>2007-10-22T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:56:57.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO BASTA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoy en la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;mañana&lt;/span&gt; el Senior me llevó a escuchar uno de los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt;'s de una amiga de la Casa de Oración, sobre una palabra que el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Senior&lt;/span&gt; le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;dio&lt;/span&gt; hace como unos 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;años&lt;/span&gt; justamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;El resumen era que EL PRIMER MANDAMIENTO y el TEMOR DE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;JEHOVÁ&lt;/span&gt;.. deben estar arraigados y cimentados en nuestros corazones y PRIMERO EN NOSOTROS.. .... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shelley&lt;/span&gt; decía.. frente a ustedes me arrepiento de actitudes erróneas... de sarcasmos... de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;egoísmos&lt;/span&gt; que no reflejan el Amor de Dios y le pido perdón al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Señor&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;En realidad el Temor de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Jehová&lt;/span&gt; debe llegar primero a nosotros!!!.. a cada uno!!!... .. PRIMERO NOSOTROS!!!.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Les reto a clamar por esto.. yo .. .. hoy nuevamente se lo pedí al Senior.. UN ABRAZO&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/19634092-1483266084859499905?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/1483266084859499905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=1483266084859499905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/1483266084859499905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/1483266084859499905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-basta.html' title='NO BASTA!!!!'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-912431094236955264</id><published>2007-10-19T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:26.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RECUERDOS DE AGOSTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Que expresiva verdad.. estamos Ana Carina (Venezuela) Hilda (Mexico ) y yo...............con mis ojitos bien abiertos...&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RxkvEB_hRjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o_0qSpa3VjU/s1600-h/Hilda+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123177797411489330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RxkvEB_hRjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o_0qSpa3VjU/s320/Hilda+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aqui en cambio.. solo Hilda y yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yo estaba muy pensativa.. estabamos en la Mitad del Mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RxkvEh_hRkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qkND3QC4KTQ/s1600-h/Hilda+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123177806001423938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RxkvEh_hRkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qkND3QC4KTQ/s320/Hilda+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; y........ ahora si completas.. Hilda, Ana Carina.. y Diana de Colombia!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RxkvEx_hRlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ckDS-0V_WSI/s1600-h/Hilda+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123177810296391250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RxkvEx_hRlI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ckDS-0V_WSI/s320/Hilda+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;En agosto tuve el honor de recibir a amigas de Venezuela, Colombia y México....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Realmente fue una bendición compartir un tiempo con ellas.... Hilda nos compartió su hermoso testimonio... está por casarse el 1 de diciembre.. y todo CONFORME a la voluntad de Dios... nos contaba.... :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El día que me pidió que me case con él, me llevó a cenar y había colocado el anillo en la copa de vino... casi me atranco.. lloré.. y lloré.. lloré nos decía.. creo que el creyó que ella no se quería casar!!.. imaginénse si solo lloraba... y así regresaron a casa..... ella no dijo nada... Hilda nos comentaba que en una relación anterior se había acostumbrado tanto a ser maltratada que.... el sentirse tan mimada y Amada.... la desconcertó.!!!!!!.... Será que eso nos sucede cuando llegamos a entender LO INMENSO E INCONDICIONAL del Amor de NUESTRO SENIOR ..!!!!!! ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ella reaccionó y .. fue a donde el que será su esposo en poco tiempo.. llegó con un lindo detalle también y un gran rotulo.. SI ME QUIERO CASAR CONTIGO...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Entonces..vayamos donde Nuestro SEnior.. digámosle que lo ACEPTAMOS.. que Solo El es Nuestro Amor..!!!!.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aún hay historias 'románticas.. aún..... existen hombres que escriben poemas y que suspiran al ver las estrellas.. AÚN EXISTE EL AMOR!!!!.. todo puede pasar PERO EL AMOR NO.. PORQUE DIOS ES AMOR!!!!.... 1 Corintios 13..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;un abrazo..los amo mucho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-912431094236955264?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/912431094236955264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=912431094236955264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/912431094236955264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/912431094236955264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/10/recuerdos-de-agosto.html' title='RECUERDOS DE AGOSTO'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RxkvEB_hRjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o_0qSpa3VjU/s72-c/Hilda+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-456790028012608365</id><published>2007-10-19T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:23:46.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HIS GRACE IS SUFICIENT/ SU GRACIA ES SUFICIENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Cuando todo a nuestro alrededor parece que se está desmoronando.. SU GRACIA ES SUFICIENTE… porque SU PODER se perfecciona en NUESTRA DEBILIDAD!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta última semana ha estado un poco agitada.. tormentosa.. pero llena de la MANO MISERICORDIOSA de Mi Amado Rey y Señor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Joyner&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Morning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Star&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ministries&lt;/span&gt;) compartiendo sobre cuan necesario es que tomemos en cuenta al ministerio profético dentro del mercado laboral, nos motivaba a preguntarle al Señor sobre lo que está sucediendo en cada momento de nuestra vida. Este último mes el Señor me ha mostrado Su Amor y como El quiere advertirnos de lo que va a suceder y prepararnos y por tanto darnos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SABIDURIA&lt;/span&gt; para enfrentar las circunstancias….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y bueno.. COMO TODO OBRA PARA BIEN.. seguro.. seguro.. pronto les daré las BUENAS NUEVAS &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/19634092-456790028012608365?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/456790028012608365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=456790028012608365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/456790028012608365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/456790028012608365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/10/his-grace-is-suficient-su-gracia-es.html' title='HIS GRACE IS SUFICIENT/ SU GRACIA ES SUFICIENTE'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-2920698927569479827</id><published>2007-09-30T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T16:26:37.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ASAMBLEA CONSTITUYENTE.....</title><content type='html'>El día de hoy 30 de septiembre el Ecuador elije la Asamblea Constituyente...Solo Nuestro Padre Dios y Senior es quien tiene el control del Ecuador...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLAMEMOS por Nuestra Patria... rogemos al Senior por SU MISERICORDIA.... Y Unamonos ... en una sola voz.. SOLO LO NECESITAMOS A EL..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Solo Nuestro Rey y Salvador es Nuestra Esperanza!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-2920698927569479827?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/2920698927569479827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=2920698927569479827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/2920698927569479827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/2920698927569479827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/09/asamblea-constituyente.html' title='ASAMBLEA CONSTITUYENTE.....'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-8218804276851610642</id><published>2007-09-27T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:07:31.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LA BIBLIA.. escrita a Mano en ECUADOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b747e386c58795f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b747e386c58795f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331501845%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4271670F6E85A1962F3E647099B2B13E0113ADEE.805343B37E5285C406856F88AC80A28B86B27382%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b747e386c58795f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaCsulrx1Y3Ecyt56oRwPCDGEgjY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b747e386c58795f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331501845%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4271670F6E85A1962F3E647099B2B13E0113ADEE.805343B37E5285C406856F88AC80A28B86B27382%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b747e386c58795f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaCsulrx1Y3Ecyt56oRwPCDGEgjY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoy empezó la escritura de la Biblia a Mano en ECUADOR... irá del CARCHI al MACARA..... y seguro al caminar por los diferentes lugares del Ecuador Nuestro Dios y Senior hablará en todo momento.. CLAMAMOS POR SENIALES y MILAGROS que se muestren a través de la TRANSCRIPCION de SU PALABRA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GLORIA SEA AL REY DEL UNIVERSO.. GLORIA SEA A QUIEN NOS AMA Y HABLA EN TODO MOMENTO&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/19634092-8218804276851610642?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4b747e386c58795f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/8218804276851610642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=8218804276851610642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8218804276851610642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8218804276851610642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-biblia-escrita-mano-en-ecuador.html' title='LA BIBLIA.. escrita a Mano en ECUADOR...'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-5751804661080523341</id><published>2007-09-25T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T16:20:12.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSFORMADOS PARA TRANSFORMAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Es una frase que podría resumir lo que el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Señor&lt;/span&gt; habló en mi corazón en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;COICOM&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bendigo al Senior por todo lo que sucedió en mi vida antes de ir... en realidad sé que en todo momento el Mi Amado Rey y Dios estaba preparando sigilosamente mi corazón y cada una de las circunstancias para un tiempo MARAVILLOSO...... En realidad que Nuestro Dios y Senior siempre nos sorprenderá y SUS pensamientos son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;muchisisisimo&lt;/span&gt; más grandes de lo que los nuestros pueden llegar a ser...... fui por un helado y el Senior me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;dio&lt;/span&gt; TODA LA HELADERÍA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pero.. basta de introducciones.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Danilo&lt;/span&gt; Montero comenzó despacio... compartiendo y tratando de discernir donde el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Espíritu&lt;/span&gt; de Dios lo quería llevar como tema central.. y ...... llegamos al punto.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;ORACIÓN&lt;/span&gt;.. INTIMIDAD CON DIOS.. cuanto más el Senior quiere hablarnos y nosotros no le damos tiempo......................... a SOLAS. y de RODILLAS es mejor verdad!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Marcos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Barriento&lt;/span&gt;..guau!!!! genial.. fue sorprendente mirarlo y palpar algo especial en el que solo el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Señor&lt;/span&gt; pudo haberlo hecho.. LO QUE MAS ME IMPACTO...... bueno. muchas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;anécdotas&lt;/span&gt; pero cuando nos contó como SU hija oró por él cuando el le pidió perdón por un mal comportamiento.... tocó mucho mi corazón............y OBEDECER.. un paso de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;fe&lt;/span&gt;.. .nos contó sobre un misionero que escuchó al Senior en medio de la selva que les predicase a los !MONOS!!!.. si... a los monos.... el hecho es que el obedeció.. a la tercera .. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jajaj&lt;/span&gt; .. pero lo hizo y cuando se alejaba sintió que el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Señor&lt;/span&gt; le dijo que no había hecho el llamado!!!!! el llamado. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;imaginense&lt;/span&gt;.. entonces... el a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;regaña&lt;/span&gt; dientes regresó e hizo el llamado.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;DETRÁS&lt;/span&gt; de los arbustos unas mujeres se habían escondido.. y salieron respondiendo al llamado y ACEPTARON AL SENIOR COMO SU SALVADOR!!!!.. .. OBEDECER.. TE ARRIESGAS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El Himno Nacional de Colombia.. me sacudió .... una de las frases dice que todos se rendirán a quien MURIO EN LA CRUZ.. ahora entiendo el AVIVAMIENTO.. que ha llegado a Colombia.. si todos repiten el Himno, ninios.. jóvenes.. adultos.. CLAMAN por esto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Alberto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Motessi&lt;/span&gt;....................nos sacudió.. bueno. nos recordó para lo que estamos.. no para agradar al hombre si no a Dios.. a Dios .. a Dios y para interceder por nuestra nación por LA SANIDAD DE LAS NACIONES en UNIDAD..........UNIDAD.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Gerge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ottis&lt;/span&gt;.. para quienes no lo conocen.. es quien promovió los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;vídeos&lt;/span&gt; TRANSFORMACIONES.. y bueno.. UNIDAD.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.... CONTINUARA.... Dios es fiel.. PREPARATE.. LEVANTATE Y RESPLANDECE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-5751804661080523341?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/5751804661080523341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=5751804661080523341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5751804661080523341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5751804661080523341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/09/transformados-para-transformar.html' title='TRANSFORMADOS PARA TRANSFORMAR'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-6021685765238897845</id><published>2007-09-25T09:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:26.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A LITTLE TOUCH OF GOD'S WORDS WHILE IN CARTAGENA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvkkoGKB6AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FSnJ1iLoEpc/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114159123121956866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvkkoGKB6AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FSnJ1iLoEpc/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvkkoWKB6BI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2Uf8brQtRlY/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114159127416924178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvkkoWKB6BI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2Uf8brQtRlY/s320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvkkoWKB6CI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Wagth1yXfnE/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114159127416924194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvkkoWKB6CI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Wagth1yXfnE/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvkkomKB6DI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fH3tCojHxDk/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114159131711891506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvkkomKB6DI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fH3tCojHxDk/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&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/19634092-6021685765238897845?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/6021685765238897845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=6021685765238897845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6021685765238897845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6021685765238897845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-touch-of-gods-words-while-in.html' title='A LITTLE TOUCH OF GOD&apos;S WORDS WHILE IN CARTAGENA'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvkkoGKB6AI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FSnJ1iLoEpc/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-3434546392277491005</id><published>2007-09-24T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:27.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>COICOM 2007 FUERA DE SERIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Hector Torres, George Ottis.. y yo... que gran bendición.. ES TIEMPO.. Sus promesas son Si y Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvgsDGKB58I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Xy0Wn5R2rIE/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113885808583108546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvgsDGKB58I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Xy0Wn5R2rIE/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnoldo Hernandez (Venezuela) Lorena Alvarez (Ecuador) Mauricio Patino (Colombia)...... La Unión hace la fuerza!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvgsDGKB59I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ROd3IIUaRhQ/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113885808583108562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvgsDGKB59I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ROd3IIUaRhQ/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Ruth Ruibal (USA vive en Cali ) y yo... Ella da su testimonio en el video TRANSFORMACION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvgsDWKB5_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/2Ec2M7QUl6c/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113885812878075890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvgsDWKB5_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/2Ec2M7QUl6c/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Bueno .. en realidad... a quien le fue .. FUERA DE SERIE FUE A MI.. porque en realidad que mi Padre Celestial me RESORPRENDIO.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Cuando supe que George Ottis estaría compartiendo allá, el Senior confirmó que si era su voluntad que yo fuese, sin embargo jamás imaginé que el tema central ( obviamente a más de radio y televisión) haya sido el de TRANSFORMACIÓN de ciudades.... vídeos, ejemplos, testimonios, bueno.... fue GENIAL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Hasta me invitaron a participar de la transformación de una ciudad en la India.. DIOS DIRÁ.. solo El.. y nada más.. verdad?..... Y... FUE UN TIEMPO HERMOSO.. Danilo Montero con su ejemplo en la prédica nos llevo a reflexionar... EL TIEMPO QUE LE ESTAMOS DANDO A LA ORACIÓN.. Marcos Barrientos.. ups.. LEVANTATE y RESPLANDECE.. que hermoso cambio se puede palpar en SU VIDA.. es hermoso que compartan no solo de SUS éxitos sino de SUS ERRORES......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y .. la playa.. el mar.. el atardecer.. todo estuvo tannnnnnnn.. DE EL.. DE Dios.. con todo. y en todo sentido.. Me sentí muy mimada.. REMIMADA.. super mimada.. y sé que este fue un tiempo hermoso de ser cautivada por EL GRAN AMOR DE Dios.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No hay dolor desperdiciado.. vaya que se vió la batalla antes de esto.. PERO.. EN CRISTO SOMOS MAS QUE VENCEDORES!!!!&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/19634092-3434546392277491005?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/3434546392277491005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=3434546392277491005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3434546392277491005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3434546392277491005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/09/coicom-2007-fuera-de-serie.html' title='COICOM 2007 FUERA DE SERIE'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RvgsDGKB58I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Xy0Wn5R2rIE/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-8588247272899923823</id><published>2007-09-10T14:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:28.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VISITA de Venezuela - y.. mi CUMPLEANIOS.!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Comimos rico!!! Fritada ecuatoriana.. en la foto Milady.. Angel, Harold Jr., Harold, Arnoldo, Me, y Vero (hermana de Lore E.).. estubo riquisimo Lore.. MUCHAS GRACIAS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RuWfJ-RNAgI/AAAAAAAAADk/_UCoBNGxVUA/s1600-h/Imagen017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108664346004488706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RuWfJ-RNAgI/AAAAAAAAADk/_UCoBNGxVUA/s320/Imagen017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi lindo Quito... DESDE el Restaurante Vista Hermosa.... .. CUANDO esten en Quito... allí iremos&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RuWfJ-RNAhI/AAAAAAAAADs/ClDN8qb8RwQ/s1600-h/Imagen012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108664346004488722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RuWfJ-RNAhI/AAAAAAAAADs/ClDN8qb8RwQ/s320/Imagen012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SOY FELIZ.. que pleno estuvo festejar los 34 con mis amigos.. SUS AMIGOS..fue un tiempo tan hermoso... realmente tuve un MARAVILLOSO coro de angeles.. cantamos toditas.. hasta las de antanio..!!! que hermos tiempo.. GRACIAS... GRACIAS.. ( en la foto Jenny, Vico , Pao.. y YO).....SUPER FELIZ CUMPLEANIOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RuWfJ-RNAiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YiYn8UaYB4w/s1600-h/Imagen052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108664346004488738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RuWfJ-RNAiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/YiYn8UaYB4w/s320/Imagen052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sigo FELIZ.. el Senior hasta me bendijo con la visita de una de mis MEJORES amigas.. desde 1er grado.. mi amiga Calenioecuatoriana Eliana.. su esposo Xavi y Daniel.. su primogénito... QUE BELLO ES DIOS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RuWfKORNAjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mlPbtWqMZPg/s1600-h/Imagen050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108664350299456050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RuWfKORNAjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mlPbtWqMZPg/s320/Imagen050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&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/19634092-8588247272899923823?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/8588247272899923823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=8588247272899923823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8588247272899923823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8588247272899923823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/09/visita-de-venezuela-y-mi-cumpleanios.html' title='VISITA de Venezuela - y.. mi CUMPLEANIOS.!!!'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RuWfJ-RNAgI/AAAAAAAAADk/_UCoBNGxVUA/s72-c/Imagen017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-2226646334652074877</id><published>2007-09-10T14:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:28.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLO LOS NINIOS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;En Agosto.. tuvimos la visita de hermanos en Cristo de Venezuela a través de los cuales el Senior nos REBENDIJO... un día tuvimos un tiempo de bendición para los ninios.. INCLUIDA María Jose mi sobrina.. solo sé que el SEnior tiene un plan GRAAAAAANNNNNNNNNDEEE.. para esta bella y hermosa princesa del Senior... como ven.. ya está.. GRANDE.. algunos la conocieron por fotos cuando recién nació .. otros.. la vieron cuando iba creciendo... y festejaba mi cumpleanios.. ahora.. ya habla clarito.. está yendo a la escuelita... y es una MUJERCITA MUY RESPONSABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RuWdseRNAfI/AAAAAAAAADc/G2CZ_y8XCIk/s1600-h/Imagen054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108662739686719986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RuWdseRNAfI/AAAAAAAAADc/G2CZ_y8XCIk/s320/Imagen054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-2226646334652074877?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/2226646334652074877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=2226646334652074877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/2226646334652074877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/2226646334652074877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/09/solo-los-ninios.html' title='SOLO LOS NINIOS....'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RuWdseRNAfI/AAAAAAAAADc/G2CZ_y8XCIk/s72-c/Imagen054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-4718988094031447271</id><published>2007-09-10T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:03:39.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO WEAPON WILL PROSPER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;...against God's chosen ones....... I am so glad to know that we all are GODS CHOSEN ONES.... no weapon will prosper against us and we know that HE is in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so glad to write again.. has  been a while.....just because I had been in a marvelous honey moon with the Lord.!!!!! August... has been always a month of changes and chalenges.. may be because my Birthday is on August and is the begining of a new year of life!!!! yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BIRTHDAY NEWS.. great.. God surpass all my thoughts or desires.. HE IS SO GOOD.... .. and the best thing was.. that I felt like a bride with His bridegroom.. He my beloved.. got a beatiful party for me.. it was GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD.... and in the middle He spoke so many secrets to my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HOPES FESTIVAL IN GUAYAQUIL..... well...As my thoughts are not His thoughts.. he close my months birthday with a wonderfull time in Guayaquil.. Singing THANK YOU MY LORD.. with about 50.000 people at the stadium... was wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GOD'S WILL .. I will go to COICOM next week.. I am sure He will do it... not know how yet.. well I know that He is able..!!!!.. and I will enjoy it.. by sure.. GEORGE OTTIS JR will be speaking there.. what a gift.. ..... God know when and how He answers!!!!!! our prayers.. Latinamerica for Christ and transformation for our cities and countries... GREAT LORD.. YOU KNOW THE RIGHT TIME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks to all for your prayers.. I AM SO HAPPY .. I fell great.. and Lord's willing will be sharing on Friday about Bridal Paradigm.. .THAT IS WHAT I love about loving Him... sharing His love and care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;LOVE TO ALL&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/19634092-4718988094031447271?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/4718988094031447271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=4718988094031447271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4718988094031447271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4718988094031447271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-weapon-will-prosper.html' title='NO WEAPON WILL PROSPER'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-2522781033270456137</id><published>2007-08-13T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T09:17:26.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VICTORIA PARA EL ECUADOR</title><content type='html'>No.. no estoy hablando de un partido de fútbol sino del destino para el Ecuador.. LA IGLESIA.. DEBE LEVANTARSE en intercesión por nuestra Patria.. si nosotros no lo hacemos.. como evitaremos los planes del enemigo de destruirnos y llevarnos a un desconcierto???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IGLESIA LEVANTATE.. IGLESIA DESPIERTA.. POSTRATE. CLAMA.. LLORA.. es TIEMPO.. ES TIEMPO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-2522781033270456137?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/2522781033270456137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=2522781033270456137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/2522781033270456137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/2522781033270456137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/08/victoria-para-el-ecuador.html' title='VICTORIA PARA EL ECUADOR'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-9131575264022027915</id><published>2007-07-27T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:42:54.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SALMO 32....EL PODER DE LA ORACION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Estos días han sido realmente maravillosos... un tiempo de Amor y Romance con el Amado de mi alma.!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;El 7 de julio tuve un tan pero tan hermoso tiempo de DANZAR con él.. , dejarme mimar.. escucharlo.. alabarlo.. etc.. que sacudió lo más &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;profundito&lt;/span&gt; de mi corazón y me hizo RECORDAR.. algunos detalles que había comenzado a olvidar de MI relación con el Amado de mi Alma.. Jesucristo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Entonces comencé a escuchar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;predicas&lt;/span&gt; que ya había escuchado pero que me recordaban ese hermoso romance..., también mis propias pláticas que en realidad lo que son es mi testimonio y un reflejo de lo que El es para mí.. y bueno............. me di cuenta que el romance había decaído y yo me había apartado sin darme cuenta.. de ese hermoso TU Y YO A SOLAS.... GUAU.. entonces le pedí que me atraiga.. me conquiste.. me endulce.. y.. hasta ROSAS ME DIO ESTA SEMANA... un lindo arco iris, un atardecer color ROJO.. bueno y hermosas noticias de restauración de UN siervo del Senior en los USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tan bello Mi Amado... me permitió compartir de El.. basado en el libro de Esther.. El sabe.. yo lo siento.. en medio de compartir mi corazón... El .. me recordó.. SU AMOR.. y lágrimas se derramaron de mis ojos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Te amo mi Senior.. gracias por recordarme que hace un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;año&lt;/span&gt; nos fuimos de paseo a la playa y me mostraste como debía YO prepararme para el que TU hayas escogido como mi esposo terrenal.. GRACIAS porque me has recordado.. esos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;pequeños&lt;/span&gt; grandes detalles a través de los cuales me has hablado!!!!.. GRACIAS MI REY.. porque estás haciendo MILAGROS en la vida de mis amigos..... GRACIAS.. porque estos días he sentido el PODER DE LA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;ORACIÓN&lt;/span&gt;... siento que has levantado intercesores.. siento que a través de sus oraciones me has levantado.. GRACIAS GRACIAS GRACIAS POR SUS ORACIONES.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Me he dado cuenta que a veces no tengo tiempo para orar.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;PERDÓN&lt;/span&gt; no me doy tiempo para orar por los que el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Señor&lt;/span&gt; quiere que ore.. pero al sentir el PODER QUE LA &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;ORACIÓN&lt;/span&gt; de los que me aman ha tenido en mi estas semanas. HOY DECIDO.. escuchar y obedecer quiero TAMBIÉN ser de bendición para ellos..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-9131575264022027915?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/9131575264022027915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=9131575264022027915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/9131575264022027915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/9131575264022027915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/07/salmo-32el-poder-de-la-oracion.html' title='SALMO 32....EL PODER DE LA ORACION'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-7961185694010696681</id><published>2007-07-23T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T14:18:41.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TODO LO HACE BELLO A SU TIEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Es así... Nuestro Amado Senior y Salvador lo hace todo bello a su tiempo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El nos conoce tan profudamente.. sabe cada secreto de nuestro corazón!!!!!.. tan bello mi Amado me ha hecho tan bellos regalos estas últimas semanas que realmente solo se que ME AMA.. y me lo dice en cada segundo de mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El 7 de julio tuvimos un super lindo tiempo de adoración, oración y alabanza desde las 12 hasta las 7 de la noche.!!!!! y el 20 tuvimos un rico tiempo de vigilia de 6pm a 6 am.. que hermoso es poder estar a sus pies sin pensar en nada más.. solo en que El es Nuestro Amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Terminamos la vigilia este sábado con YO LO HARE.. TE OBEDECERE SIN RESERVAS NI CONDICIONES TE SEGUIRE!!!!! y eso quiero hacer !!! No importa nada más que obedecerle y serle fiel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Mi Jesus Mi amado.. solo a ti seguire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-7961185694010696681?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/7961185694010696681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=7961185694010696681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/7961185694010696681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/7961185694010696681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/07/todo-lo-hace-bello-su-tiempo.html' title='TODO LO HACE BELLO A SU TIEMPO'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-758979754331943693</id><published>2007-07-10T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T14:17:57.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>POCO A POCO.. DEJE DE DANZAR CON MI AMADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Es tan fácil dejar de danzar .... dejar atras esos momentos de romance .. y envolverse en la ocupación diaria dejando atrás nuestro PRIMER AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Esta última semana mi Amado Jesucristo ha estado conquistando mi corazón nuevamente.. bueno debería decir que esta semana he prestado oído nuevamente al latir del corazón de MI AMADO y he aceptado otra vez el compartir esos momentos de romance a solas con El.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Ahora me doy cuenta cuan fácil es quitar los ojos de El.. y fijarlos nuevamente en la tierra.. o en las cosas de la tierra... pero, lo más hermoso es poder sentir que El siempre está allí y que tan pronto lo vuelves a mirar tu corazón es cautivado nuevamente por el PODER DE SU AMOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;No puedo expresar lo que siento.. solo sé que El está aquí.. que quiere que este JUNTO A EL.. y quiere enseniarme a danzar una nueva danza!!!! .. un nuevo paso.. pero sobre todo quiere que me deje llevar por El y disfrute en cada segundo el danzar con El y sentirme AMADA por El.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Les invito a mirarlo... no se arrepentirán... es tan solo una mirada... !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/19634092-758979754331943693?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/758979754331943693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=758979754331943693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/758979754331943693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/758979754331943693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/07/poco-poco-deje-de-danzar-con-mi-amado.html' title='POCO A POCO.. DEJE DE DANZAR CON MI AMADO'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-6496491995556695877</id><published>2007-06-27T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:57:13.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DESDE LIMA..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;mientras escucho uno de mis programas favoritos por internet El Camino.... estoy pensando en lo que acabo de conversar con el jefe de la región en la parte financiera....... ME DIJO en pocas palabras que no comparta mis creencias,... que si quiero orar en la mesa .. pues lo haga en silencio pero que preferiría que no invite a los que están conmigo a orar en la mesa... LO TOME con pinzas.. PERO.. como ocultar del AMOR de mi vida.... debí haber puesto el ejemplo de aquel que está casado y quiere hablar con su ESPOSO... pero bueno.. creo que quedó claro que... ES MI DERECHO AMAR A MI SENIOR SOBRE TODAS LAS COSAS.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Gracias a Dios... SOY LIBRE.. Y PUEDO DECIR QUE LO AMO.. con libertad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-6496491995556695877?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/6496491995556695877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=6496491995556695877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6496491995556695877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6496491995556695877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/06/desde-lima.html' title='DESDE LIMA..'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-6523441880982546775</id><published>2007-06-21T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T13:02:19.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UN ABRAZO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Has pensado alguna vez en la importancia de un abrazo!!!!! ... yo sí.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;ultimamente&lt;/span&gt; he estado falta de ellos y el día de ayer a través de la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;pequeña&lt;/span&gt; grande bendición de DIOS que tengo  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;como&lt;/span&gt; sobrina el Senior me dio uno Y BIEN GRANDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Poco a poco me he dado cuenta que los seres humanos fuimos creados para vivir en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;compañía&lt;/span&gt; unos de los otros. A pesar de que en algunos momentos de nuestras vidas Nuestro Padre Celestial nos lleva a tener ese tiempo de SOLEDAD.. no de desesperación sino de INTIMIDAD con El.... también a El le gusta que tengamos AMIGOS.. , AMIGAS Y QUE compartamos nuestro amor con ellos y recibamos también de ellos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Le agradezco mucho al Senior por mis amigos.. pero hay algo muy importante en la AMISTAD, es una relación de DOS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VIAS&lt;/span&gt;... Proverbios dice que si QUIERES AMIGOS debes mostrarte AMIGO..... necesitas conocer a la otra persona, conversar con ella, salir, charlar, COMPARTIR......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Ahora que tenemos mensajes en celulares, y en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;email&lt;/span&gt; la gente ha comenzado a pensar que puede conocer a alguien a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;través&lt;/span&gt; de mensajes celulares y correos electrónicos.. TENGO UN NO ROTUNDO ante tal situación....... Dónde quedó el abrazo de apoyo???? dónde quedó el dar tu hombro para que lo mojen con sus lágrimas? Dónde quedó el mirarte a los ojos y decir cuanto aprecias la amistad de la otra persona? Dónde quedo el tomar un café y COMPARTIR TU TIEMPO!!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Yo mismo he caído en esto.. pero NO MAS.. amo a mis amigas y amigos.. .. y quiero seguir conociéndolos y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;brindando&lt;/span&gt; mi hombro.., quiero seguir caminando con ellos.. pero de cerca no a través de un computador.. !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Senior quiero ser TU AMIGA.. y brindar MI AMISTAD a los demás como tú lo hicieras.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BENDICIONES AMIGOS Y AMIGAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/19634092-6523441880982546775?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/6523441880982546775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=6523441880982546775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6523441880982546775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6523441880982546775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/06/un-abrazo.html' title='UN ABRAZO!!!'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-809853069246302316</id><published>2007-06-11T14:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:28.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MARIA PAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rm2mFlDLKaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9vsSq_lI_0A/s1600-h/maripaz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074894969891400098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rm2mFlDLKaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9vsSq_lI_0A/s320/maripaz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:130%;" &gt;Les presente a María Paz.. mi nueva sobrinita.. UN REGALO DEL ALTISIMO&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/19634092-809853069246302316?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/809853069246302316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=809853069246302316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/809853069246302316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/809853069246302316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/06/maria-paz.html' title='MARIA PAZ'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rm2mFlDLKaI/AAAAAAAAADM/9vsSq_lI_0A/s72-c/maripaz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-3925961643731077685</id><published>2007-06-11T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T14:41:41.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVIENDO POR FE.. y no por vista!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;No es tan fácil como suena cierto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Bueno creo que diariamente debemos ir un paso más en nuestra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Fé&lt;/span&gt;... solo por su Gracia hemos llegado hasta donde hemos llegado y solo POR SU GRACIA llegaremos hasta donde El quiera que lleguemos!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Estaba escuchando algunos cassettes de las bellas palabras de motivación y apoyo que el Senior me dio a través de la gente con la que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;formábamos&lt;/span&gt; parte del Ministerio de Profecía en la Casa de Oración....... una de ellas sintió entonar una canción que el Senior quería que escuche... La parte más oscura del anochecer llega antes del AMANECER.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Estos días he pensado mucho en esa canción y me he levantado en adoración y alabanza al Senior confiando en que ..EL AMANECER llegará... y que El tiempo de la canción ha venido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Habacuc&lt;/span&gt; dice que Aunque la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;higuera&lt;/span&gt; no florezca y en las vides no haya fruto.. CON TODO YO ME GOZARE EN EL SENIOR .. entonces.. ME GOZO.. LO ALABO .. LO ADORO.. Y &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;Confío.. confío.. y confío... Dar gracias en todo... entonces mientras mi corazón derrama algunas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;... yo DECIDO GOZARME.... y dar GRACIAS .. porque El es FIEL... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;TE AMO SENIOR.. en TI todo lo puedo y ESPERARE PACIENTEMENTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-3925961643731077685?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/3925961643731077685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=3925961643731077685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3925961643731077685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3925961643731077685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/06/viviendo-por-fe-y-no-por-vista.html' title='VIVIENDO POR FE.. y no por vista!!!'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-3737955647194568484</id><published>2007-06-10T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T08:55:13.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>07/07/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-size:180%;" &gt;07/07/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling America to 40 Days of Fasting and Prayer&lt;br /&gt;May 28-July 7, 2007&lt;br /&gt;LOU ENGLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ihop.org/User/EmailLink.aspx?mid=1000018960&amp;usr_id=1000146089&amp;amp;lnk=1&amp;url=sggk%3a%2f%2f%7bhrgv.hrgv_fio%7d%2fFhvi%2fVnzroOrmp.zhkc%3fnrw%3d%7bnrhx.nzro_rw%7d%26znk%3bfhi_rw%3d%7bivxrkrvmg.fhi_rw%7d%26znk%3bomp%3d8%26znk%3bfio%3dhttp%256z%257u%257uwww.fastandpray.comze=" mid="'1000018960&amp;amp;usr_id=" lnk="2&amp;amp;url=" comze=""&gt;www.fastandpray.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in history when a door for massive change opens, and great revolutions for good or evil spring up in the vacuum created by these openings. In these divine moments, key men, women and even entire generations risk everything to become the hinge of history, the pivotal point that determines which way the door will swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rebellious generation of the ’60s seized its moment, and history crashed into the deep abyss of drug addiction, sexual immorality, hatred for authority and a rejection of the law of God.  In 1967, there was a culminating and defining moment in that rebellion, when 100,000 young people, ages 15–25 flocked to San Francisco to experience the hippie movement.  This mass convergence was sparked by the hit song, “San Francisco” (Wear a Flower in your Hair).  Once there, these young adults experimented with LSD, pot, casual sex and Eastern mysticism in what became known as the “Summer of Love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When these newly recruited ‘Flower Children’ returned home at the end of the summer, they brought with them new styles and ideas, flooding the cities of the US and Europe with a message that opposed authority and scorned conservative morals. This counterculture rebellion was fueled by music and art, which rapidly shifted global culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 40 years, we have been falling headlong into a black moral morass in America along with the western world. We are reaping the waves of destruction in every sector of our post Christian society. Can America survive another 40 years? We are declaring “NO! A thousand times NO!” Unless a massive spiritual shift occurs at this moment, our children will live under an antichrist system and Godless enculturation that will bring about the demise of America, as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God has a prescription for such a massive shift and it is revealed in the power of the great transitional 40-day fast. God, in His sovereign control over the parade of history, delivered the Israelites out of Egypt. Longing to release a moral code that would give foundations for righteousness, for time and eternity, God summoned Moses to a 40-day fast on Mount Sinai. Through this fast, all of history changed and the law of God was delivered from Heaven to Earth. Therefore, if America is going to return to God, it must recover that law again as its foundation for truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah, at the height of Jezebel’s cultic dominion over Israel fasted 40 days, broke the spell of Jezebel off of his own life and received a mandate to anoint the next generation. Elijah’s fast unleashed a movement that toppled Jezebel’s regime of hell, which perpetrated the destruction of family, the killing of innocent children, the silencing of the voice of God’s people and the widespread culture of sexual immorality. The fruit of this fast culminated in the utter destruction of Baal worship in Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the fullness of time, the Glorious Gospel era was born when Jesus fasted 40 days and those who sat in darkness saw a great light. Clearly the 40-day fast is Heaven’s great transitional prescription, moving nations from failure to fulfillment of promise. Is it any surprise that when Jesus was to enter into His great sacrifice—where death would be swallowed up in victory—Elijah and Moses appear with Him on the Mount of Transfiguration. All three were together as the 40-day fasters. They presided over the great transitions of history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Israelites were poised to move into the Promise Land, spies were sent out for 40 days. When they returned carrying an evil report, a whole generation was infected with unbelief and they turned their back on the Promise Land.  God’s sentence on that generation was “And your sons shall be wanderers in the wilderness for forty years and bear the brunt of your infidelity until your carcasses are consumed in the wilderness. According to the number of the days in which you spied out the land forty days, for each day you shall bear your guilt one year, namely forty years, and you shall know my rejection.” (Numbers 14:33–34) It was 40 years of judgment for 40 days failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversely, the great prophet Ezekiel received a 40-day prayer assignment for a 40-year failure of Judah’s iniquity. “Lie again on your right side, then you shall bear the iniquity of the house of Judah, forty days I have laid on you a day for each year.” (Ezekiel 4:6) It was clearly 40 days prayer for 40 years of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus fasted 40 days and was tempted of the devil He quoted from the book of Deuteronomy saying “It is written man shall not live by bread alone but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God.” And again, “You shall not tempt the Lord thy God” and again, “You shall worship the Lord your God and Him only shall you worship.” Jesus, in His victory over Satan, was quoting the book of Deuteronomy, the portion of scripture delivered by Moses to the generation who failed in the desert. Jesus, in His 40-day fast, was clearly identifying with that passage of scripture and the generation that came out of Egypt. As an intercessor in His 40-day fast, Jesus was fulfilling what a generation had failed in for 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty years are up! Could the Church of America in a 40-day fast deliver a nation out of a 40-year curse? We have scriptural precedent to believe for such a turning! Therefore, we are trumpeting a call to 40 days of fasting like Moses, Elijah, Ezekiel and Jesus. We must bear the iniquity in 40 days of fasting and intercession for the past 40 years of divorcing God in America, embracing a culture of sexual immorality, hedonism, materialism, abortion and the rejection of Christ in public places. But we are also calling for 40 days of fasting and prayer for the greatest outbreak of Kingdom power, in signs and wonders, and the spiritual awakening in America that will collide with this present darkness and topple its cultural dominion over our people. Thousands went on 40-day fasts in 1946 and in 1947, the great healing revivals broke out.  In 1948, the Latter Rain outpourings began, Bill Bright and Billy Graham’s ministries were born, and Israel became a nation.  Could it be that the 40-day fast preceded this explosion of power by the Spirit? After Jesus’ 40-day fast, the scripture says He returned in the power of the Spirit. Yes the promise of Joel 2 is that after the fast, “I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty years ago, in 1967, the Jesus Movement broke out. A youth revival started on the streets swept across the country, exploding on college campuses and coffee houses. People were being saved everywhere. Now 40 years later, we are crying out for God to do it again, way beyond the Jesus Movement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1967, in a war and obviously by the supernatural hand of God, Jerusalem was taken and once again brought under the control of the state of Israel. This was a monumental signpost in the shifting of eras. The dispensation of the times of the Gentiles was now beginning to shift to the times when Jerusalem will become the last days focus for God’s activity in the Earth. For 40 days, we are joining Israel in a 40-day fast crying out to God that Israel would see their Messiah and they would begin to receive their greatest spiritual awakening since the days of the Apostles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and sisters, moments like these come only once in a lifetime. To miss such a moment could mean missing the purpose of God for a generation. The generation that refused to cross over the Jordan did not know that they had only one day to make the decision, and missing that day meant 40 years in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now we are receiving reports that other countries are calling 40-day fasts. Could we be in a Global 40-day season of fasting (like Jesus), to see a global outbreak of light when great darkness is covering the Earth?  Beginning the evening of May 28, we are calling two generations to 40 days of fasting and prayer culminating on 7–7–07, the perfection of time. In a massive, national gathering of fasting, intercession, repentance and worship, we seek to declare our desire to remarry the Lord. We want to cross over into the promise land of national revival. We want to break this 40-year curse. May thousands seek God in water, juice and Daniel fasts from May 28 through 7–7–07, The Call in Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;What would happen in America if for 40 days we sealed the electronic cultural sewer that flows nightly into our living rooms and instead, spent our strength seeking the Lord? What if tens of thousands of fathers and mothers across our nation fasted for 40 days repenting and cleansing themselves of inward toleration of sexual immorality, pornography, addiction to food, entertainment and materialism?  What if they prayed daily for their spiritual and physical children to see them converted to Christ and freed from rebellion, from addictions, depression and suicide? What if the young generation fasted for 40 days to be cleansed from lust, media addiction and rebellion toward there parents, believing that a double portion of the Holy Spirit would come upon there lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses fasted 40 days and mentored a spiritual son named Joshua, which means the Lord saves. Elijah fasted 40 days and threw his mantle on a double portion son, Elisha, which means the Lord saves. Also, John the Baptist fasted in the desert and prepared the way for a double portion son named Jesus, which means the Lord saves. Jesus fasted 40 days and unleashed the apostolic glory of the eternal Son of God into the Earth. What if we are preparing a generation for the greatest day of salvation in history? And so, what if tens of thousands of both generations fast together and gather on 7–7–07 for The Call Nashville in LP Field, to cry out to God in a Joel 2 moment for great national returning to the Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parade of history has brought us into a profound generational landmark, and a great vacuum has opened again. If the church does not seize this moment, Muslims will! Antichrist rage will!  Sexual perversion will!  Anarchy will!  But now is the time for key men and women, even an entire generation to risk everything to become the hinge of history, the pivotal point which determines which way the door will swing in America and in the nations of the Earth. It's 40 Days or 40 Years—seize the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be launching this fast with a worldwide simulcast on GOD TV on May 26, 2007. For all information on the 40-day fast and The Call Nashville please visit our websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ihop.org/User/EmailLink.aspx?mid=1000018960&amp;usr_id=1000146089&amp;amp;lnk=3&amp;url=sggk%3a%2f%2f%7bhrgv.hrgv_fio%7d%2fFhvi%2fVnzroOrmp.zhkc%3fnrw%3d%7bnrhx.nzro_rw%7d%26znk%3bfhi_rw%3d%7bivxrkrvmg.fhi_rw%7d%26znk%3bomp%3d6%26znk%3bfio%3dhttp%256z%257u%257uwww.fastandpray.comandpray.com%3c/a%3e%3cbr%20/%3e%3ca%20href=" mid="1000018960&amp;amp;usr_id=1000146089&amp;lnk=4&amp;amp;url=sggk%3a%2f%2f%7bhrgv.hrgv_fio%7d%2fFhvi%2fVnzroOrmp.zhkc%3fnrw%3d%7bnrhx.nzro_rw%7d%26znk%3bfhi_rw%3d%7bivxrkrvmg.fhi_rw%7d%26znk%3bomp%3d5%26znk%3bfio%3dhttp%256z%257u%257uwww.thecall.comall.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;40 Days for 40 Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International House of Prayer, 3535 E. Red Bridge Rd, Kansas City, MO 64137 USA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://www.ihop.org/User/EmailLink.aspx?mid=1000018960&amp;usr_id=1000146089&amp;amp;lnk=1&amp;url=sggk%3a%2f%2f%7bhrgv.hrgv_fio%7d%2fFhvi%2fVnzroOrmp.zhkc%3fnrw%3d%7bnrhx.nzro_rw%7d%26znk%3bfhi_rw%3d%7bivxrkrvmg.fhi_rw%7d%26znk%3bomp%3d8%26znk%3bfio%3dhttp%256z%257u%257uwww.fastandpray.comze="&gt;www.fastandpray.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in history when a door for massive change opens, and great revolutions for good or evil spring up in the vacuum created by these openings. In these divine moments, key men, women and even entire generations risk everything to become the hinge of history, the pivotal point that determines which way the door will swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rebellious generation of the ’60s seized its moment, and history crashed into the deep abyss of drug addiction, sexual immorality, hatred for authority and a rejection of the law of God.  In 1967, there was a culminating and defining moment in that rebellion, when 100,000 young people, ages 15–25 flocked to San Francisco to experience the hippie movement.  This mass convergence was sparked by the hit song, “San Francisco” (Wear a Flower in your Hair).  Once there, these young adults experimented with LSD, pot, casual sex and Eastern mysticism in what became known as the “Summer of Love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When these newly recruited ‘Flower Children’ returned home at the end of the summer, they brought with them new styles and ideas, flooding the cities of the US and Europe with a message that opposed authority and scorned conservative morals. This counterculture rebellion was fueled by music and art, which rapidly shifted global culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 40 years, we have been falling headlong into a black moral morass in America along with the western world. We are reaping the waves of destruction in every sector of our post Christian society. Can America survive another 40 years? We are declaring “NO! A thousand times NO!” Unless a massive spiritual shift occurs at this moment, our children will live under an antichrist system and Godless enculturation that will bring about the demise of America, as we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God has a prescription for such a massive shift and it is revealed in the power of the great transitional 40-day fast. God, in His sovereign control over the parade of history, delivered the Israelites out of Egypt. Longing to release a moral code that would give foundations for righteousness, for time and eternity, God summoned Moses to a 40-day fast on Mount Sinai. Through this fast, all of history changed and the law of God was delivered from Heaven to Earth. Therefore, if America is going to return to God, it must recover that law again as its foundation for truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elijah, at the height of Jezebel’s cultic dominion over Israel fasted 40 days, broke the spell of Jezebel off of his own life and received a mandate to anoint the next generation. Elijah’s fast unleashed a movement that toppled Jezebel’s regime of hell, which perpetrated the destruction of family, the killing of innocent children, the silencing of the voice of God’s people and the widespread culture of sexual immorality. The fruit of this fast culminated in the utter destruction of Baal worship in Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the fullness of time, the Glorious Gospel era was born when Jesus fasted 40 days and those who sat in darkness saw a great light. Clearly the 40-day fast is Heaven’s great transitional prescription, moving nations from failure to fulfillment of promise. Is it any surprise that when Jesus was to enter into His great sacrifice—where death would be swallowed up in victory—Elijah and Moses appear with Him on the Mount of Transfiguration. All three were together as the 40-day fasters. They presided over the great transitions of history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Israelites were poised to move into the Promise Land, spies were sent out for 40 days. When they returned carrying an evil report, a whole generation was infected with unbelief and they turned their back on the Promise Land.  God’s sentence on that generation was “And your sons shall be wanderers in the wilderness for forty years and bear the brunt of your infidelity until your carcasses are consumed in the wilderness. According to the number of the days in which you spied out the land forty days, for each day you shall bear your guilt one year, namely forty years, and you shall know my rejection.” (Numbers 14:33–34) It was 40 years of judgment for 40 days failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversely, the great prophet Ezekiel received a 40-day prayer assignment for a 40-year failure of Judah’s iniquity. “Lie again on your right side, then you shall bear the iniquity of the house of Judah, forty days I have laid on you a day for each year.” (Ezekiel 4:6) It was clearly 40 days prayer for 40 years of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus fasted 40 days and was tempted of the devil He quoted from the book of Deuteronomy saying “It is written man shall not live by bread alone but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God.” And again, “You shall not tempt the Lord thy God” and again, “You shall worship the Lord your God and Him only shall you worship.” Jesus, in His victory over Satan, was quoting the book of Deuteronomy, the portion of scripture delivered by Moses to the generation who failed in the desert. Jesus, in His 40-day fast, was clearly identifying with that passage of scripture and the generation that came out of Egypt. As an intercessor in His 40-day fast, Jesus was fulfilling what a generation had failed in for 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty years are up! Could the Church of America in a 40-day fast deliver a nation out of a 40-year curse? We have scriptural precedent to believe for such a turning! Therefore, we are trumpeting a call to 40 days of fasting like Moses, Elijah, Ezekiel and Jesus. We must bear the iniquity in 40 days of fasting and intercession for the past 40 years of divorcing God in America, embracing a culture of sexual immorality, hedonism, materialism, abortion and the rejection of Christ in public places. But we are also calling for 40 days of fasting and prayer for the greatest outbreak of Kingdom power, in signs and wonders, and the spiritual awakening in America that will collide with this present darkness and topple its cultural dominion over our people. Thousands went on 40-day fasts in 1946 and in 1947, the great healing revivals broke out.  In 1948, the Latter Rain outpourings began, Bill Bright and Billy Graham’s ministries were born, and Israel became a nation.  Could it be that the 40-day fast preceded this explosion of power by the Spirit? After Jesus’ 40-day fast, the scripture says He returned in the power of the Spirit. Yes the promise of Joel 2 is that after the fast, “I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty years ago, in 1967, the Jesus Movement broke out. A youth revival started on the streets swept across the country, exploding on college campuses and coffee houses. People were being saved everywhere. Now 40 years later, we are crying out for God to do it again, way beyond the Jesus Movement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1967, in a war and obviously by the supernatural hand of God, Jerusalem was taken and once again brought under the control of the state of Israel. This was a monumental signpost in the shifting of eras. The dispensation of the times of the Gentiles was now beginning to shift to the times when Jerusalem will become the last days focus for God’s activity in the Earth. For 40 days, we are joining Israel in a 40-day fast crying out to God that Israel would see their Messiah and they would begin to receive their greatest spiritual awakening since the days of the Apostles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and sisters, moments like these come only once in a lifetime. To miss such a moment could mean missing the purpose of God for a generation. The generation that refused to cross over the Jordan did not know that they had only one day to make the decision, and missing that day meant 40 years in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now we are receiving reports that other countries are calling 40-day fasts. Could we be in a Global 40-day season of fasting (like Jesus), to see a global outbreak of light when great darkness is covering the Earth?  Beginning the evening of May 28, we are calling two generations to 40 days of fasting and prayer culminating on 7–7–07, the perfection of time. In a massive, national gathering of fasting, intercession, repentance and worship, we seek to declare our desire to remarry the Lord. We want to cross over into the promise land of national revival. We want to break this 40-year curse. May thousands seek God in water, juice and Daniel fasts from May 28 through 7–7–07, The Call in Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;What would happen in America if for 40 days we sealed the electronic cultural sewer that flows nightly into our living rooms and instead, spent our strength seeking the Lord? What if tens of thousands of fathers and mothers across our nation fasted for 40 days repenting and cleansing themselves of inward toleration of sexual immorality, pornography, addiction to food, entertainment and materialism?  What if they prayed daily for their spiritual and physical children to see them converted to Christ and freed from rebellion, from addictions, depression and suicide? What if the young generation fasted for 40 days to be cleansed from lust, media addiction and rebellion toward there parents, believing that a double portion of the Holy Spirit would come upon there lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses fasted 40 days and mentored a spiritual son named Joshua, which means the Lord saves. Elijah fasted 40 days and threw his mantle on a double portion son, Elisha, which means the Lord saves. Also, John the Baptist fasted in the desert and prepared the way for a double portion son named Jesus, which means the Lord saves. Jesus fasted 40 days and unleashed the apostolic glory of the eternal Son of God into the Earth. What if we are preparing a generation for the greatest day of salvation in history? And so, what if tens of thousands of both generations fast together and gather on 7–7–07 for The Call Nashville in LP Field, to cry out to God in a Joel 2 moment for great national returning to the Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parade of history has brought us into a profound generational landmark, and a great vacuum has opened again. If the church does not seize this moment, Muslims will! Antichrist rage will!  Sexual perversion will!  Anarchy will!  But now is the time for key men and women, even an entire generation to risk everything to become the hinge of history, the pivotal point which determines which way the door will swing in America and in the nations of the Earth. It's 40 Days or 40 Years—seize the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be launching this fast with a worldwide simulcast on GOD TV on May 26, 2007. For all information on the 40-day fast and The Call Nashville please visit our websites.&lt;a href="http://www.ihop.org/User/EmailLink.aspx?mid=1000018960&amp;usr_id=1000146089&amp;amp;lnk=3&amp;url=sggk%3a%2f%2f%7bhrgv.hrgv_fio%7d%2fFhvi%2fVnzroOrmp.zhkc%3fnrw%3d%7bnrhx.nzro_rw%7d%26znk%3bfhi_rw%3d%7bivxrkrvmg.fhi_rw%7d%26znk%3bomp%3d6%26znk%3bfio%3dhttp%256z%257u%257uwww.fastandpray.comandpray.com%3c/a%3e%3cbr%20/%3e%3ca%20href=" mid="1000018960&amp;amp;usr_id=1000146089&amp;lnk=4&amp;amp;url=sggk%3a%2f%2f%7bhrgv.hrgv_fio%7d%2fFhvi%2fVnzroOrmp.zhkc%3fnrw%3d%7bnrhx.nzro_rw%7d%26znk%3bfhi_rw%3d%7bivxrkrvmg.fhi_rw%7d%26znk%3bomp%3d5%26znk%3bfio%3dhttp%256z%257u%257uwww.thecall.comall.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;40 Days for 40 Years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-3737955647194568484?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/3737955647194568484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=3737955647194568484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3737955647194568484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3737955647194568484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/06/070707.html' title='07/07/07'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-6115476811264398769</id><published>2007-06-09T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T11:38:17.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT A WONDERFULL MAKER!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;What a wonderfull Savior.. how magestic your wisdom.. there is a song that goes like that!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;And right now as I was thinking what to write.. I realize how wonderfull is MY ABBA.. MY DADDY....and MY BELOVED.. MY SAVIOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This has been a really hard week.. well no that bad.. bud sad....A friend of my mom died .. which I know is really hard for her, but also makes me realized that mom is getting old!!!.. then I kind of realized that some little foxes that used to be in my life.. still being there!!! I felt so mad of myself as I realized that even though they left for a time.. suddently they came again!!! .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;What can I do.., crying out to God and ask Him for forgiveness, as I also ask for forgiveness to the one affect... but.. as God is so mercifull and loves us more that we can even understand.. He gave a picture of what was going on... thank God.. yes it was a mistake in my side, but a deeper work was being done in me and my friend!....God gave a picture of a little sheep who is running around, looking for a match and and love.., as the little sheep is being follow by it's shepper, it begins to run around not letting Him to catch it.. .... SUDDENTLY the sheeper sits down under a tree and in the middle of a little fear and curiosity the litlle sheep goes to the shepper and lies at HIS lap!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Is that what we do.. as He is calling us.. we run but finally when He is not there we realize that we can rest at His feet.!!!!.... do we do the same with people....!!! as they care for us we run away....is that because of fear.. is that because we are afraid they will leave again and we will feel lonely again, is that because our heart still broken for the wounds at the past.... ? I don't know if we keep doing this .. but what I do know is that the best thing is to sit down and rest at the feet of the big TREE OF LIVE our Lord Jesus Christ.. and as we do that, the fear of others will leave and they will also come to rest with us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well.. time to rest then.. I can not do anything to heal people's heart just to show them GOD'S LOVE for them.. ALL.. is in HIs hands now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Blessings and love.!!!&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/19634092-6115476811264398769?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/6115476811264398769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=6115476811264398769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6115476811264398769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6115476811264398769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-wonderfull-maker.html' title='WHAT A WONDERFULL MAKER!!'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-5162318501643779942</id><published>2007-05-29T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T13:40:07.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YESTERDAY....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;As I was at home trying to figure it out what God is doing in my heart in this season... He brought me read a book named Master Potter..... well.. I read the chapter in which the little BELOVED ( as the vessel is named) look back to where she came from and so all her friends a pot, a cup, etc not delivered yet being tormented by the enemy.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As she look at Master Potter our Lord... she ask Him to help them too... to show them how much He loves them.. how much He wants to deliver them... Master Potter look at her.. and said.. IT HAS TO BE THEIR DECISION AS IT WAS YOURS..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can pray He add.. we can pray... !!! .. I cried.. cause I realize how many people around me do not yet know how much God loves them... even christians... yes God is a good Daddy and will discipline His children.. but FIRST.. HE LOVES US.. HE LOVES US... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He wants us to understand that is because of love that we can obey Him.. that we can not do anything in our strength.. that ALL is by His grace and His grace alone.... I cried because I felt that even people that I love so much do not understand yet this reallity.. which sometimes brings them to judge me because I do not judge the ones that yet not get saved... I cried for them.. I ask for their salvation.. yes I eat with them.. but do not share their sins.. .. but THEY NEED to know about GOD'S LOVE.. how would they know if we DO NOT show them!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well. as I finish reading the book.. I have already interceed for some of my friends but for myself too... because is so easy to begin to judge yourself and forget .. THAT WE WERE CREATED BECAUSE OF LOVE... and for love ourselves and the others....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:Arial;" &gt;Love you all..&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/19634092-5162318501643779942?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/5162318501643779942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=5162318501643779942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5162318501643779942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5162318501643779942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday.html' title='YESTERDAY....'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-4634779324665480942</id><published>2007-05-25T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:29.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Y.. CUANDO TRABAJO??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rldlbqbs9-I/AAAAAAAAADE/Z9PEb9_BHqE/s1600-h/Imagen004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068631431550138338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rldlbqbs9-I/AAAAAAAAADE/Z9PEb9_BHqE/s320/Imagen004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si vivo viajando?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Creo que llegaré un momento en el que tendré que extender las horas del día.. jajaj..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RldlIKbs99I/AAAAAAAAAC8/G-lI7Ez7neE/s1600-h/Imagen012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068631096542689234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RldlIKbs99I/AAAAAAAAAC8/G-lI7Ez7neE/s320/Imagen012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Esta semana.. ha sido un poco agitada.. cambio de horario, curso de 8 horas sin parar, llegar al hotel a responder emails y tratar de resolver problemas a larga distancia, salir a cenar con los companieros, y bueno CONOCER PARIS.. entonces????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Las 24 horas no han alcanzado para todo y el descanso quedo un poco de lado.. a mas que el caminar por todo lado ha hecho que me sienta MUY CANSADA JAJAJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pero he disfrutado también y conocido algunos lugares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rldjlqbs96I/AAAAAAAAACk/lOMmMyT_Fq8/s1600-h/Imagen003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068629404325574562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rldjlqbs96I/AAAAAAAAACk/lOMmMyT_Fq8/s320/Imagen003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y ha sido muy lindo ver la mano de Dios en su creación, ver a las distintas razas de personas, la cultura parisenia .. en fin solo puedo decir que NO DEJAREMOS de aprender y conocer hasta que estemos en el cielo... ALABANDO SU NOMBRE y gozando de SU PRESENCIA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Siento compartir con ustedes un detalle de la vida de Paris.... el día lunes que estuve en este lugar... el SAGRADO CORAZON (Sacred Coeur)... habían jovenes parisenios en toda la subida.. sentados.. leyendo, mirando la ciudad... DESESTRESADOS.... si bien habían MUCHOS turistas como yo. también estaba lleno de gente de Paris.. creo que han aprendido a darse tiempo para disfrutar de sus ciudad!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bueno .. les dejo unas fotitos... en esta no estoy aún con tantas ojeras jajaj.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DIOS LOS GUARDE AH.. y GRACIAS POR SUS ORACIONES...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/19634092-4634779324665480942?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/4634779324665480942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=4634779324665480942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4634779324665480942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4634779324665480942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/05/y-cuando-trabajo.html' title='Y.. CUANDO TRABAJO??'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rldlbqbs9-I/AAAAAAAAADE/Z9PEb9_BHqE/s72-c/Imagen004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-939465708298931132</id><published>2007-05-15T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T13:44:06.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AGOTADA!!!.. no es mi carga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Es real pero difícil de realizar.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se que el único lugar en el cual encontramos descanso es en los brazos de Nuestro Amado Padre y Esposo ..... Nuestro Dios y Senior.. sin embargo en muchas ocasiones nos cuesta mucho llegar a su regazo y simplemente descansar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Todo alrededor te motiva a hacer algo, a tomar decisiones, a cumplir con tiempos, a ser cada día más eficiente ... y te culpa si decides tomar un tiempo para Ti.. para descansar en El.. y buscarlo a El.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como obtener sabiduría sino nos damos tiempo para escuchar al Maestro.... como saber que decisión tomar sino nos damos el tiempo para escuchar Su Consejo.... como aliviar nuestra carga sino nos damos el tiempo para ENTREGÁRSELA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En un lindo programa de la radio HCJB llamado El Camino, escuché esta madrugada lo siguiente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Un hombre subió a un autobús con un costal de papas a sus espaldas, luego de sentarse colocó el saco en su regazo, parecía cansado. El chofer le dijo que ponga el saco de papas en el piso, el hombre respondió, usted me lleva a mi yo llevo el saco....CORRECTO?... CREO QUE NO.. Nuestro Líder, nuestro Senior quiere llevarnos a nosotros y nuestras cargas.. SU YUGO ES FÁCIL Y LIGERA SU CARGA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entonces.. que tal si hoy le encargamos nuestras cargas.!!! yo se las he dado.. lo malo es que a veces se las vuelvo a quitar!!!.. entonces HOY .. Senior otra vez te las entrego.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TE AMO SENIOR GRACIAS POR TU MISERICORDIA Y AMOR&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/19634092-939465708298931132?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/939465708298931132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=939465708298931132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/939465708298931132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/939465708298931132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/05/agotada-no-es-mi-carga.html' title='AGOTADA!!!.. no es mi carga!'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-6376068822947033338</id><published>2007-05-11T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T14:13:40.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Estaba leyendo el blog de una amiga que se casó y está viviendo en Israel.. y dentro de su detalle de su festejo por su anio de casados constaba una frase que me llegó mucho, Sara... es el nombre de mi amiga..., dice: "Cuando comenzamos a conocernos los dos supimos que habiamos encontrado lo que habiamos estado buscando" , recordé entonces que eso es &lt;strong&gt;FE&lt;/strong&gt;.. saber que encontraremos lo que estamos buscando, y muchas veces a la mitad del camino, decidimos que no encontraremos lo que tanto anhelamos, y buscamos alguna alternativa rápida en medio del camino... menos mal Abraham también lo hizo y fue llamado el padre de la FE.... sin embargo el tratar de apresurar las cosas o arreglarlas a nuestra conveniencia, pueden traer retrasos en la bendición..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entonces.. ESPERAR es la clave.. pero como saber que ya encontraste lo que buscabas y no lo estás dejando pasar?.... como saber que el tiempo para por fin disfrutar del helado que tanto has pedido ha llegado?.. como saber que ese precioso regalo que tanto anhelaste ha llegado a tu vida y no lo estás rechazando por miedo al dolor?... SOLO HAY UNA FORMA... aferándonos al QUE BENDICE y no a la bendición................Me he dado cuenta de que cuando nos pegamos a El.. al Dador de los regalos.. a Nuestro Senior y Dios.. los temores huyen, la certeza llega, la duda desaparece y es más fácil abrir el corazón sin temor al dolor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Senior dame Fe. Fe para creerte.. Fe para mirar lo que yo no veo.. Fe para ESPERAR EN TI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-6376068822947033338?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/6376068822947033338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=6376068822947033338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6376068822947033338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6376068822947033338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/05/fe.html' title='FE'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-159277672416260483</id><published>2007-05-08T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:29.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CANTOS DE JUBILO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;a style="styleDocument: [object]" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RkCKzlSERxI/AAAAAAAAACM/_eUD81MIgvE/s1600-h/ITF032051.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062198599950288658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RkCKzlSERxI/AAAAAAAAACM/_eUD81MIgvE/s320/ITF032051.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoy en la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;mañana&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;desperté&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;pidiéndole&lt;/span&gt; al Senior que se muestre más a mi vida... he estado sintiendo que como en Cantares... mi amado se encuentra lejos .. y que lo busco.. y lo busco y no lo encuentro... DE PRONTO. .recordé el primer capitulo de Cantares... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;ACERCAME&lt;/span&gt; A TI.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;draw&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;!!!!.... y sentí que Mi Amado me decía. .. que El no se ha apartado de mi.. que quien ha dejado de verlo en los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;pequeños&lt;/span&gt; detalles había sido yo!!!!... Me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;recordó&lt;/span&gt; inclusive que un perrito bello me recibe todos los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; en la casa.. y también a través de esa creación suya .. EL,MI AMADO me muestra su Amor.!!!!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Luego me recordó que LOS CIELOS cuentan su GLORIA.. me movió a mirar tantas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;señáles&lt;/span&gt; que tengo en la Biblia.... de las veces que me ha hablado a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;través&lt;/span&gt; de un amigo.. de un versículo.... luego me llevó a pensar sobre todas las cosas que NO NECESITO.. y la bendición que me ha dado al viajar a diferentes lugares y conocer muchas personas.... , me recordó la GRACIA que El ha puesto en mi vida delante de gente que jamás conocí pero que EL si los conocía...... entonces.... ME DI CUENTA QUE...... El me dice que ME AMA.. cada segundo, cada momento.. cada instante... era YO ... quien no estaba escuchando, mirando y entendiendo SU LENGUAJE del AMOR....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Entonces.. CANTOS DE JUBILO.. salen de mis labios y derramo mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;alabastro&lt;/span&gt; a los pies de MI AMADO&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/19634092-159277672416260483?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/159277672416260483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=159277672416260483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/159277672416260483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/159277672416260483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/05/cantos-de-jubilo.html' title='CANTOS DE JUBILO'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RkCKzlSERxI/AAAAAAAAACM/_eUD81MIgvE/s72-c/ITF032051.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-684780890554676063</id><published>2007-05-07T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:29.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FALLING IN LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eclesiastes 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;9 Mejores son dos que uno; porque tienen mejor paga de su trabajo. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rj95jFSERvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fKKrGL_rKi4/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061898149808064242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rj95jFSERvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fKKrGL_rKi4/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Porque si cayeren, el uno levantará a su compañero; pero !!ay del solo! que cuando cayere, no habrá segundo que lo levante.&lt;br /&gt;11 También si dos durmieren juntos, se calentarán mutuamente; mas ¿cómo se calentará uno solo?&lt;br /&gt;12 Y si alguno prevaleciere contra uno, dos le resistirán; y cordón de tres dobleces no se rompe pronto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genesis 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;21 Entonces Jehová Dios hizo caer sueño profundo sobre Adán, y mientras éste dormía, tomó &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rj95jFSERwI/AAAAAAAAACE/s3wffwwuYMs/s1600-h/0015-0404-0714-2529_TN.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061898149808064258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rj95jFSERwI/AAAAAAAAACE/s3wffwwuYMs/s320/0015-0404-0714-2529_TN.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;una de sus costillas, y cerró la carne en su lugar.&lt;br /&gt;22 Y de la costilla que Jehová Dios tomó del hombre, hizo una mujer, y la trajo al hombre.&lt;br /&gt;23 Dijo entonces Adán: Esto es ahora hueso de mis huesos y carne de mi carne; ésta será llamada Varona,[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=1&amp;chapter=2&amp;amp;version=60#fes-RVR1960-54a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;] porque del varón[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote b" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=1&amp;chapter=2&amp;amp;version=60#fes-RVR1960-54b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;] fue tomada.&lt;br /&gt;24 Por tanto, dejará el hombre a su padre y a su madre, y se unirá a su mujer, y serán una sola carne.(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="See cross-reference E" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=1&amp;chapter=2&amp;amp;version=60#ces-RVR1960-55E"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;25 Y estaban ambos desnudos, Adán y su mujer, y no se avergonzaban.&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/19634092-684780890554676063?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/684780890554676063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=684780890554676063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/684780890554676063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/684780890554676063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/05/eclesiastes-4-9-mejor-paga-de-su.html' title='FALLING IN LOVE'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rj95jFSERvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fKKrGL_rKi4/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-7385247127474865721</id><published>2007-05-07T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T14:14:49.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FALLING IN LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Falling in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know if you are falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that as the time goes by, and a person gets older falling in love seems to be more a decision than a feeling by itself…. But it looks like it is not like that… !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course you get more mature and those little butterflies that you used to feel within your stomach when you hear his/her voice, do not appear as easy as they used to.. but when they do… is because you are really thinking about that person more often than you should…..!!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies in your stomach.. haha.. may be you are laughing now.. but.. is the best way to describe that as you hear his/her voice something within yourserlf just changes…., you begin to smile just because, or your mind remembers every word of your conversation at least 4 times after you spoke…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet and precious feeling.. what a wonderful way of knowing you are still in live.. , that your heart still feels and that dreams have not died..!!!! FALLING IN LOVE.. !!!.. easy .. painful, different each time, a reality of every human been.. but .. THE BEST GIFT FROM THE LORD.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the risk.. may be it will be painful… may be it won’t be the person that you will marry… but one thing is sure.. YOUR HEART is in live.. and LOVE was created to be given.. just.. GUARD YOUR HEART, LOVE GOD FIRST… AND .. let the Lord guide you while you are feeling the best feeling of all.. &lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;LOVE..&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/19634092-7385247127474865721?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/7385247127474865721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=7385247127474865721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/7385247127474865721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/7385247127474865721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/05/falling-in-love.html' title='FALLING IN LOVE'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-1859516527193992217</id><published>2007-05-06T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:28:24.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LA ORACION DE ANA.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;En estos últimos días el Senior me ha llevado ya varias veces a leer la oración de Ana, la madre de Samuel y a su vez el cántico de gozo cuando su oración fue respondida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Los puntos principales en los cuales ha estado resaltando su revelación han sido:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;1. A Ana no le importó lo que la gente alrededor pensaba cuando ella estaba orando y clamando al Señor por un hijo, es más Eli pensó que ella estaba borracha.. jaja, ... si pero del Espíritu del Señor y de un clamor profundo de dolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Ana fue muy precisa con el Señor, si tu me das un hijo varón... bueno el Señor le entrego 5 hijos, pero el primero fue Samuel y Dios lo utilizó grandemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Eli juzgo primero a Ana pensando que estaba tomada, pero luego de que Ana se lo explicó, oro con ella con una oración simple... no preguntó, no indagó, no juzgo, no aconsejó... solo se unió con ella y le pidió al Señor que la escuchara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Ana oro, lloró, confió y luego sonrió y no volvió a estar más triste.. es decir ella sabía que Dios la había escuchado y dejo su tristeza, amargura y dolor atrás.. me imagino que para prepararse a la llegada de la respuesta de su oración.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mientras escribo me doy cuenta que al levantarse Ana, y no volver a estar triste, tomó la Victoria espiritualmente, el enemigo no la iba poder volver a atormentar.. ella CONFIÓ EN SU SEÑOR, ... tampoco la tristeza la iba a deprimir... EL SEÑOR había cambiado su lamento en gozo... y saben... lo que estaba comenzando a ser un ídolo en su vida (el anhelo de un hijo) fue derrumbado cuando lo puso a los pies del Señor.... desapareció porque nuevamente sus ojos estaban EN EL SEÑOR DE LAS PROMESAS y no en las promesas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se que no es fácil, sé que muchos (as) me dirán.. pero tu no sabes lo que yo anhelo.. tu no sientes lo que estoy sintiendo.. tu no te sientes sola(o) ... etc.. SABEN.. talvez sea así.. talvez si lo sepa... pero en todo caso quien sí lo sabe ES DIOS NUESTRO PADRE Y CREADOR.. El si sabe como te sientes.. solo espera que se lo digas, que pongas tu dolor a sus pies, y permitas que EL GOZO DEL SEÑOR SEA TU FORTALEZA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-1859516527193992217?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/1859516527193992217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=1859516527193992217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/1859516527193992217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/1859516527193992217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-oracion-de-ana.html' title='LA ORACION DE ANA.....'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-6194147214133083772</id><published>2007-05-04T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T21:33:41.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE JOY OF THE LORD....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:arial;" &gt;Well.. it has been quite a week... not know what exactly the Lord is doing in my life, but I know that He is working He is still working all the time as a song that some friend of mine sang to me almost 2 years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been a long journey.. but I know that the journey has been blessed by my Lord Father and Maker..... now it looks like something is changing around, it looks like something is coming to my life that will be a big change for me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On wednesday as I was driving I felt like I was not able to feel what God was saying, I was feeling down and did not how to push to enter into His presence and let Him help me and heal me..!!!!.... well.. decided to stop by my mom's and ask her to pray with me... it worked..... then as a beautiful surprise a friend call and we were able to pray too.. GOD IS GOOD AND FAITHFUL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though an answer to a question did not got to me yet.. I was sure that I should speak with one person and that the Lord was going to bring clarity to my decision... but was not able to reach that person until today..yeah!!! it was GREAT.. not good.. GREAT... why Great.. cause it was just one little phrase that remind me that I did hear the Lord before that encourage and confirm that what I was feeling was from HIM.. and Him alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well.. QUITE a week.. why???.. because I enjoy the JOY OF THE LORD the whole day.. it was different, it was just HIM.. I know it was HIM.. and the blessings are coming just because HE IS GOOD...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ENJOY IT.. THE JOY OF THE LORD IS OUR STRENGTH!!!&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/19634092-6194147214133083772?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/6194147214133083772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=6194147214133083772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6194147214133083772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6194147214133083772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/05/joy-of-lord.html' title='THE JOY OF THE LORD....'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-3033241507808829929</id><published>2007-04-30T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:54:08.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SIEMPRE SU NO......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; de hoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;aprendí&lt;/span&gt; una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;lección&lt;/span&gt; y muy grande, hace un tiempo cuando todo el equipo de oficina fue comunicado que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;iría&lt;/span&gt; a Chile...., &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;sentí&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;también&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;quería&lt;/span&gt; ir....y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;comencé&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;pedírselo&lt;/span&gt; al Senior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Luego un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; mientras oraba, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;pensé&lt;/span&gt; que si Nuestro Papa hubiese querido que vaya lo hubiera hecho sin aun que yo se lo pida, y me imagine que El simplemente no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;quería&lt;/span&gt; que vaya, y en el fondo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;pensé&lt;/span&gt; que si esa es su &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;decisión&lt;/span&gt; yo la aceptaba. Sin embargo creo que en el lo mas profundo de mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; me quedaba un por que?.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Hoy mientras conversaba con aquellos que fueron, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;sentí&lt;/span&gt; que en realidad el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Señor&lt;/span&gt; me evito un mal rato y un tiempo un poco incomodo ya que las reuniones estuvieron bastante tensas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;No me siento muy bien de salud por lo que mejor dejo de escribir y les pido oren mucho por mi, algo le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;sucedió&lt;/span&gt; a mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;estomaguito&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Un abrazo a todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-3033241507808829929?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/3033241507808829929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=3033241507808829929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3033241507808829929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3033241507808829929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-siempre-su-no.html' title='NO SIEMPRE SU NO......'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-8136453187168559267</id><published>2007-04-11T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T14:33:12.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTROLANDO TUS IMPULSOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No es fácil controlar los impulsos que en muchas ocasiones tu carne saca repentinamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoy escuchaba una predica de Joyce Meyer en la que se ella hablaba de las veces en que sus impulsos la llevaban a realizar una acción, sin embargo el Espíritu dentro de Si..... le advertía sigilosamente que no era lo correcto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mientras escuchaba la predica me di cuenta que el Senior me había estado hablando sobre este tema desde hace una semana, mis impulsos querían llevarme a actuar de un modo, sin embargo muy sigilosamente el Espíritu de Dios que vive en mi me dirigía hacia lo correcto, costaba si....!!!!, dolía si!!!! sin embargo luego de un momento una PAZ infinita inundaba mi ser confirmando lo que el Senior quería que realice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pero y como controlar esos impulsos que de un modo rápido y fugaz opacan el susurro del Espíritu de Nuestro Senior, como retroceder... como limpiar aquello que no debimos permitir que suceda, como retroceder un gesto, una palabra, o simplemente un día en el cual no aprovechamos la oportunidad de AMAR como debimos haberlo hecho!!!!....?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gracias al Senior, su misericordia es nueva cada mañana, mientras escribo me recuerda las veces en que si le oí, que hermoso es Nuestro Amado.. siempre se fija en lo bueno. Justamente el día sábado sentí salir a mirar la ciudad de Quito, a sentir que sucedía dentro de sus calles, a mirar a la gente y preguntarle al Senior como orar.... SORPRESA.. .hoy me comentaron que una congregacion del sur de la ciudad de Quito, desde el día sábado ha estado rodeando la ciudad en oración, una vuelta cada día COMPLETANDO siete el día viernes, y rodeando la ciudad el día viernes con 7 vueltas.. GLORIA A DIOS.. Nuestro Amado nos esta hablando y si su Espíritu mora en nosotros, sera El quien controle nuestros impulsos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bendiciones a todos...&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/19634092-8136453187168559267?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/8136453187168559267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=8136453187168559267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8136453187168559267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8136453187168559267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/04/controlando-tus-impulsos.html' title='CONTROLANDO TUS IMPULSOS'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-826775070793199335</id><published>2007-04-08T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:30.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RESUCITO....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RhmHsUKOvrI/AAAAAAAAABk/N1sDkOckrfo/s1600-h/Imagen+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051217652468334258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RhmHsUKOvrI/AAAAAAAAABk/N1sDkOckrfo/s320/Imagen+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nuestro Amado Resucito.... el Murió si.. pero RESUCITO...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quiza se pregunten porque repito por tercera ocasión RESUCITO.... porque RESUCITO.. no se rían.. el punto es que en muchas ocasiones hemos nos encerramos tanto en la MUERTE de Jesucristo que nos olvidamos que RESUCITO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tenemos VIDA ETERNA porque Nuestro Salvador murió por nuestros pecados, sin embargo si El no hubiese resucitado nosotros no tendríamos esa VIDA ETERNA porque El no la habría tenido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entonces.. si morimos a nosotros mismos para que El viva en nosotros, RESUCITAMOS con El, y vivemos por y para El...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El día jueves mientras me ponía a pensar en aquella ULTIMA CENA...., mi corazón se estremeció al pensar en que Jesucristo como hombre en esa Cena debió haber esta sufriendo mucho, El sabía que era la última vez que compartiría con ellos como hombre, Jesucristo sabía que era la última vez que podría compartir como hombre de esa comida.... y mientras Él compatía el pan y el vino, debió haber recordado cada una de las expresiones de la Pascua desde el principio de la creación.... me imagino que recordó cuando los judios comieron el pan sin levadura y la sangre del cordero fue puesta en los dinteles de la puerta, .... imagino que recordó cuando Isaias habló sobre las llagas de Jesucristo y que por ellas SOMOS SANADOS... , imagino que en su mente recorirían también los momentos en los que compartió con los niños, aquel momento en el que Pedro le dijo que era el Cristo... cuando camínó por las aguas.. cuando compartió con ellos en medio de la tormenta...... Jesucristo también amo a sus amigos como un ser humano .. e imagino esa cena fue muy, pero muy triste para El.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;y esto me dirán.. que tiene que ver con el hecho de que RESUCITO... alguna vez te has sentido así........TRISTE... , alguna vez has sentido el dolor de separarte de los que amas???... alguna vez has sentido el dolor del recuerdo y la nostalgia de aquellos bellos momentos con tus amigos... JESUCRISTO TAMBIEN LO SINTIO... pero sabes algó... MURIO Y RESUCITO!!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cuando sientas desfallecer.. recuerda.. Jesús&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;VIVIó, COMPARTIó, RIó, AMó, SUFRIó, MURIó Y RESUCITó!!!!!...&lt;/strong&gt; ........... descansa en El.. muere a tí mismo.. Y RESUCITA CON EL....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GLORIA SEA AL REY...&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/19634092-826775070793199335?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/826775070793199335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=826775070793199335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/826775070793199335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/826775070793199335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/04/resucito.html' title='RESUCITO....'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/RhmHsUKOvrI/AAAAAAAAABk/N1sDkOckrfo/s72-c/Imagen+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-3762767301339208871</id><published>2007-03-29T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:22:39.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUSTING IN HIS FAITHFULNESS/ CONFIANDO EN SU FIDELIDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not that all trials have left suddently... not at all, I think they kind of grew this week, but HIS peace in the middle of them is what I love the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am flying to Venezuela today, because of a secural job, but I know His purposes are bigger than that. It has been a time of shaking, praising, crying out, wondering, etc.... but is like in Song of Solomons, at the end He is always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I was reading John 11 about Lazarus and Martha and Mary, the Lord brought my attention to JESUS CRIED.. .. He did... why you should ask.. considering He knows everything and He knew Lazarus was going to be resurected.... yes!!! He knew it... BUT He did not cried because of Lazarus death, JESUS CRIED because He felt the pain that Mary and the jews that were with her felt.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn´t that SOMETHING???... Jesus feels what I feel.. Jesus cries with me.. Jesus....is with me while I am sad, or happy.. HE IS THERE.!!!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think the Lord want me to know that He IS WITH ME.. but I want also you to know that HE IS THERE WITH YOU.. hey.. He is smiling with you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love and prayers&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/19634092-3762767301339208871?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/3762767301339208871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=3762767301339208871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3762767301339208871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3762767301339208871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/03/trusting-in-his-faithfulness-confiando.html' title='TRUSTING IN HIS FAITHFULNESS/ CONFIANDO EN SU FIDELIDAD'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-5303532284015996846</id><published>2007-03-24T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T20:20:21.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STANDING IN THE TRUTH...</title><content type='html'>After being at my last wonderful trip and time with the Lord.. the enemy has tried to shake my life.. but... GOD IS BIGGER THAN MY PROBLEMS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing yet why... some relationships are having some troubles and last week a person broke my right window and stole the work computer from my car while in traffic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the Lord has brought me to is to pray for that young men... and now I covet all your prayers for his salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-5303532284015996846?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/5303532284015996846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=5303532284015996846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5303532284015996846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5303532284015996846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/03/standing-in-truth.html' title='STANDING IN THE TRUTH...'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-5125370801283413482</id><published>2007-03-04T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T09:54:25.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EN VICTORIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Durante mi viaje a Venezuela y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colombia&lt;/span&gt; el Señor puso en mi camino muchos INTERCESORES....!!... personas de la Casa de Oración en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KC&lt;/span&gt;.. estaban orando por mí... Personas aquí en Ecuador estaban orando por mí, personas de diferentes nacionalidades, y AMIGOS... de mucho tiempo y algunos con los que el Señor me había bendecido con su amistad hace poquito.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sin embargo un correo que me llegó cuando estaba en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Colombia&lt;/span&gt;.. en medio de algunas dificultades toco mi corazón en lo más &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;profundo&lt;/span&gt;... ESTAS EN VICTORIA!!!... BUENO.. realmente el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mail&lt;/span&gt; decía en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;victoriaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;... Y creo que eso es lo que toco más aún mi espíritu ya que es una VICTORIA.. extendida.. con grito de júbilo.. esa VICTORIA fue dada en la CRUZ ..!!!!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Al salir justamente le había mencionado a un amigo que me iba de Luna de Miel con MI AMADO JESUCRISTO!! y realmente fue así... , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nononono&lt;/span&gt;.. creyeron que me fui de VACACIONES!! NO. El viaje fue de trabajo, y realmente fue intenso, pero pude sentir la mano de Nuestro Señor facilitando todo, dándome sabiduría.... permitiéndome tomar autoridad sobre cada oficina y declararla para Dios... me permitió orar en medio de las reuniones.. NO.. no les dije a todos que oremos antes de empezarla.. pero YO si lo hice.. y no se imaginan lo distintas que fueron, podía sentir como El mismo iba dirigiendo y sin yo decir en ocasiones una sola palabra .... las cosas iban tornándose rectamente y como sentía debían ser.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Un viaje en VICTORIA, un viaje de reconciliación con ese lugar secreto.. un viaje.. de descanso también porque justo tuve los 2 días de carnaval... y pude CONOCER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BOGOTA&lt;/span&gt;.. visitar las congregaciones.. orar con los intercesores.. que orarán por mí.. FUE UN REGALO DE LO ALTO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Solo sé que el Señor no nos deja ser tentados más allá de lo que podemos resistir.. y me miro.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vio&lt;/span&gt; mi sequedad.. Como siervo brama por las aguas.. !!!.. así me sentía.. sedienta.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;anhelante&lt;/span&gt;.. LO EXPRESE UNA VEZ.. DESESPERADA!!!.. Y El mi amado lo hizo.. EL ES FIEL Y HOY SE QUE EL seguirá obrando... donde?.. no lo sé.. como? tampoco, cuando? aún menos puedo saberlo.. PERO SE QUE EL VICTORIOSO DE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ISRAEL&lt;/span&gt;.. vive en Mi.. y en El estoy segura!!!!!!!&lt;/span&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/19634092-5125370801283413482?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/5125370801283413482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=5125370801283413482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5125370801283413482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5125370801283413482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/03/en-victoria.html' title='EN VICTORIA'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-5522015446087289341</id><published>2007-02-23T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:09:31.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VENEZUELA - COLOMBIA.. que hermosa bendición.. what a blessing</title><content type='html'>Esta es en Playa Grande... minutos antes de salir de Venezuela a Bogota.... el Señor es bello.. no iba a permitir que me pierda esta vista.... DIOS ES FIEL / This is Playa Grande Big beach..., few minutes before I left Venezuela to go to Bogota... God is wonderfull..... He did not let me to leave without seeing such a wonderful view.. GOD IS FAITHFUL&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rd9GjCJee5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Wwm3ZLBW9ug/s1600-h/Imagen016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034820476109486994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rd9GjCJee5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Wwm3ZLBW9ug/s320/Imagen016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta es en Monserrate... .... Jesucristo con la cruz en mano está consolando a las mujeres de Jerusalén.. ustedes no pueden ver su sonrisa... en la foto.. pero la escultura era tan expresiva.. y es verdad.. no le IMPORTO LLEVAR NUESTRA CRUZ.. y seguir CONSOLANDONOS / This is Monserrate... Jesuschrist carrying the cross in His arms is encouraging the women of Jerusalem, you can not see His smile at the picture, but the sculpture was so real... and truthfull, He did not matter to carry OUR CROSS... and keep encouranging us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rd9GjSJee6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/nZkwtTDeXIA/s1600-h/Imagen039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034820480404454306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rd9GjSJee6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/nZkwtTDeXIA/s320/Imagen039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; y esta???.. en la Calera.. la ciudad se veía muy linda en la noche.. BOGOTA UNA CIUDAD DE BENDICION.... no les cuento más de este lugar.. solo que cuando visiten la Calera.. primero pidan la carta con los precios.. jajajaj.. fue la tablita más cara que he comido.. realmente me dio pena por quien nos invitó.. pero.. UNA BENDICION / LA CALERA.... you can enjoy Bogota from this place.. though be careful, restaurants are pretty expensive so ask for the prices before eating HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rd9GjSJee7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/sn9vRp7eVQ4/s1600-h/Imagen023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034820480404454322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rd9GjSJee7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/sn9vRp7eVQ4/s320/Imagen023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONSERRATE... ya bajando.. luego de una linda caminata y un lindo tiempo.. a solas con MI AMADO JESUCRISTO&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rd9GjiJee8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/hPyJi1OngWA/s1600-h/Imagen007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034820484699421634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rd9GjiJee8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/hPyJi1OngWA/s320/Imagen007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Cielo cuenta la GLORIA DE LA CREACION.. El es el Rey y nos habla.. que hermoso cielo verdad???.... THE HEAVES TELL THE GLORY OF THE LORD.. HE speaks.. HE LOVES US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rd9GjiJee9I/AAAAAAAAABE/27RYWfXolnc/s1600-h/Imagen002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034820484699421650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rd9GjiJee9I/AAAAAAAAABE/27RYWfXolnc/s320/Imagen002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/19634092-5522015446087289341?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/5522015446087289341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=5522015446087289341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5522015446087289341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5522015446087289341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/02/venezuela-colombia-que-hermosa-bendicin.html' title='VENEZUELA - COLOMBIA.. que hermosa bendición.. what a blessing'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/Rd9GjCJee5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Wwm3ZLBW9ug/s72-c/Imagen016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-7861597635372349674</id><published>2007-01-28T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T10:32:08.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.. MI AMADO REY</title><content type='html'>Desde el jueves tuve la oportunidad de asistir a unas super conferencias... Manuel Sárate de Colombia... un evangelizador con un gran don del Señor... ROMPER PARADIGMAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los temas fueron : La Eternidad, El sufrimiento, La Felicidad... uy.. como quisiera compartirles todo... realmente fue sentar los conocimientos que ya tenía.. pero fue hermoso oirlo en español y sobre todo que mis compatriotas también lo puedan oir..... que hermoso sería que todos los que tanto amo puedan escuchar este mensaje!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno en escencia... El sufrimiento puede ser una herramienta para ABLANDAR TU CORAZON y darte sabiduría.. tu escoges si endurecer tu corazón o permitir que sea de beneficio para tí.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La felicidad???.. TODO se basa en TENER UNA AMISTAD CON DIOS... y saben!!!... es lo mejor que podemos tener un AMIGO FIEL COMO LO ES NUESTRO REY......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA ETERNIDAD... simple.. será tan maravilloso mirar su rostro que no importará... lo que esté al rededor!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno... un pequeño resumen.. lo único que se es que el Señor es fiel y no nos deja ser tentados más de lo que podemos resistir..... ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah!!!... SE ME OLVIDABA.. me gustó mucho algo que Manuel comentó ............&lt;br /&gt;hoy en día tiene tan poco sentido el matrimonio para muchos ya que:............TODOS los días apagan las luces y se comen el pastel....... al final cuando llega el cumpleaños............LASTIMOSAMENTE YA NO TIENEN QUE FESTEJAR!!!!!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-7861597635372349674?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/7861597635372349674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=7861597635372349674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/7861597635372349674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/7861597635372349674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/01/mi-amado-rey.html' title='.. MI AMADO REY'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-8382662635873267806</id><published>2007-01-25T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T07:43:30.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SONRIENDO.. GOZANDOME EN MEDIO DEL DOLOR</title><content type='html'>Ha sido una época bastante rara.... el día domingo clamé y le pedí al Señor que sea El obrando en mi corazón porque YO no podía.. ... a pesar de sabía que debía tomar ciertas decisiones y mantener cierta distancia con algunas personas... realmente se me hacía bastante difícil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé que hizo el Señor, no sé si llegue al punto en que por fin la teoría pasó a tener efecto en mi corazón, no sé si en su gracia el Señor ha provocado que también aquellas personas se separen de mi, haciendo más fácil la tarea!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lo sé .. pero lo que si sé es .. que la paz del Señor ha llenado mi corazón y más aún.... PAPA DIOS ha sido tan dulce y tierno y me ha mimado a través de personas que jamás hubiese yo... pensado.....QUE ORINAL ES NUESTRO PAPA.. verdad???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo sé que hoy es un día nueva... mañana será aún mejor.... y el ayer quedó atrás... no puedo retroceder.. sino CRECER .. en El y seguir adelante sabiendo que SUS PROMESAS SON SI Y AMEN.. y nada.. ni nadie puede ir en contra de lo que el SEÑOR DE SEÑORES... quiere para nosotros.!!!! yeah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajo para Colombia en febrero.. ahora sí.. disfrutaré de lo que el Señor quiere que disfrute.. EL ES MI REY.. MI NOVIO .. MI AMIGO.. EL.. si sabe lo que es mejor para mi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;millon bendiciones a toditos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-8382662635873267806?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/8382662635873267806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=8382662635873267806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8382662635873267806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8382662635873267806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/01/sonriendo-gozandome-en-medio-del-dolor.html' title='SONRIENDO.. GOZANDOME EN MEDIO DEL DOLOR'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-6558376577034280227</id><published>2007-01-21T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:46:30.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CASARTE CON ALGUIEN DIFERENTE A TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por que no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No unais en yugo desigual.. 2 Corintios 6(14) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es solo teoria..!!! y en los ultimos dias me he pasado pensando en todas las razones que tuvo Dios para decirnos esto… y hoy mientras oraba, el Señor me llevo a mirar otra vez algunos articulos que habia leido….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He soñado mucho en como será la familia que Dios nos preste a mi esposo y a mi…, he soñado en que juntos podamos alabar al Señor, he sóñado en que los dos podamos dirigir a nuestros hijos a que escuchen la voz del Padre Celestial y la sigan, he soñado en que tengamos juntos tiempos de oracion contemplativa y luego podamos maravillarnos en todos los secretos que Papa Dios nos ha contado y darnos cuenta que existe un SOLO DIOS Y SEÑOR….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAZON UNO.. como podrian estos sueños hacerse realidad???? Solo si el Temor de Jehová vive en el corazon de mi esposo y el mio, no hay formula secreta, ni plan estrategico… simplemente si los dos AMAMOS al Señor SOBRE TODAS LAS COSAS… y dejamos y permitimos que DIOS NOS AME… todo fluirá porque TODO LO DEMAS SERA AÑADIDO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces…es mejor ni siquiera dejar que mi corazon salte al oir la voz de alguien que NO SE DEJA AMAR POR DIOS Y NO AMA AL SEÑOR POR SOBRE TODAS LAS COSAS.. (todas… no digo algunas… TODAS…) , y recalco esto porque ayer el Señor me dio una linda a respuesta a la frase que muchos declaran “YO CREO EN DIOS A MI MANERA”… pues bien…. Que pasaría si juegas futbol a tu manera???... y pones tus propias reglas???.. SEGURO NO TE DEJARIAN jugar porque existen parámetros, reglas y normas que seguir… DE IGUAL FORMA LA BIBLIA es el manual de vida para CREER EN DIOS Y VIVIR bajo SU VOLUNTAD….. es clara… Mas los frutos del Espiritu son.. Gozo.. paz.. paciencia…….. y los frutos de la carne ( aquel que no obedece a Dios) son lujuria, avaricia, adulterio, fornicacion, borracheras, mentiras, brujerías..!!!!!!... ENTONCES….NO HAY MODO DE CREER EN DIOS A NUESTRA MANERA….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAZON DOS…. Ya no se me ocurre la razon 2… porque creo que con la 1.. ya esta mas que claro… sin embargo… me imagino yo anhelado ir de vacaciones a un lugar en donde pueda ver la naturaleza, la paz del Señor, en donde pueda olvidarme del diario vivir.. y.. concentrarme en Dios… en donde nuestros hijos puedan crecer en estatura y conocimiento del Señor… y ups.. mi esposo quiere ir a un lugar ruidoso donde pueda farrear, pueda divertirse, tomar… UPS… adios vacaciones jajaj…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAZON TRES…Voy a retroceder un poco.. aún no hay niños.. nos casamos y luego ..... a mí me gusta mantener la casa con música cristiana que aunque no le preste atención todo el tiempo, enriquezca mi espíritu.... y ... a él.. no le agrada la música cristiana y prefiere música que declara muerte, seducción y frases sin sentido que TE INUNDAN en depresión, mal genio.. etc.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Esta razón tres me llegó muy adentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Creo que mientras escribo me voy dando cuenta que bien dice el viejo y conocido refran.. MEJOR SOLO QUE MAL ACOMPAÑADO..y esto no significa que piense que aquel que no Cree en Jesucristo como su Salvador personal valga más o menos... SOLO ME ESTOY DICIENDO A MI MISMO.. que.. dos personas que no hablan el mismo lenguaje... difícilmente podrán comunicarse..., dos personas que no danzan al mismo ritmo dificilmente podran danzar juntas.... DOS PERSONAS que no disfrutan de pertenecerla a Dios del mismo modo... NO PODRAN vivir juntas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fue un mensaje talves poco ESPIRITUAL.. pero sé que muchos de nosotros batallamos con esto y espero sea de bendición para ustedes.. como lo fue para mí.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;MIL BENDICIONES Y QUE EL SEÑOR CONCEDA EL ANHELO DE SUS CORAZONES.. por que El lo hace todo bello EN SU TIEMPO&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/19634092-6558376577034280227?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/6558376577034280227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=6558376577034280227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6558376577034280227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6558376577034280227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/01/casarte-con-alguien-diferente-ti.html' title='CASARTE CON ALGUIEN DIFERENTE A TI'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-7393871066165793997</id><published>2007-01-19T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:44:50.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIBRANDO LA BATALLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aún no se como describir las diferentes batallas que he debido vivir en estos últimos días.... sin embargo sé que LA VICTORIA es del Señor y que en El.. ESTOY SEGURA.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;El lunes mientras regresaba a casa luego de un hermoso tiempo con el Señor y una ministración bella del amor de Dios!!!!..... paré por un semáforo mientras alababa al Señor.. y derrepente escuche un sonido estrepitoso en mi oído.. UN HOMBRE.. rompió el vidrio derecho del carro y se llevó mi cartera.. CON TODOS mis documentos y algunas cosas del trabajo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por un momento no supe que hacer solo lo ví alejarse, cruzar la avenida y llegar a una moto, intenté arrancar el carro y me dí cuenta que estaba encendido... ahora me doy cuenta que pude acelerar.. moverme .. etc.. pero del susto.. SOLO GRITE.. y creo que muy alto..... porque salió corriendo el ladrón jajaja... . ahora me río... pero en realidad si me asuste.... y bueno.. llamé a mi hermano Dani... llegué a casa de mamá y llamé a los bancos a bloquear TODO.... ... y ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ORE.. por el hombre que me había robado.. LO perdoné.. pedí su salvación.. y que ME DEVUELVA LOS DOCUMENTOS... dirán.. que espiritual.. LO PERDONO... no nononono.. sabía que si no lo perdonaba... no iba a poder dejar atrás el suceso.. y CON AUTORIDAD declarar que el PERFECTO AMOR DE DIOS.. hechaba fuera todo TEMOR!!!!... llegue a mi casa.. pedí oración.. y saben.. ME devolvieron los documentos GRACIAS al Señor....... !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;En realidad.. este suceso me ha hecho sentir a mi SEÑOR.. mucha más cerca... por qué no lo impidió ... ???? dirán ustedes... BUENO.. pudo hacerlo pero no se hubiera GLORIFICADO como lo hizo...verdad???.. yo no tuviera testimonio que contar.... no habría visto un milagro... y.. no estaría escribiendo este blog.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sin embargo.. esta fue y es tan solo UNA de las batallas de la semana... PUES SI!!!.. estoy segura que las batallas más grandes son aquellas en las que no puedes palpar bien el peligro, son aquellas que se dan en la mente y el corazón... son aquellas que se mueven dentro de nosotros mismos Queriendo hacer lo correcto dice Pablo no lo hago.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;El Señor me ha estado hablando mucho del yugo desigual!! y en realidad la teoría la sé muy certeramente.. hasta puedo citar las citas bíblicas... pero que haces cuando te sientes tan conectada con alguien que aún no se ha rendido COMPLETAMENTE  al  Señor.... , que haces cuando esa persona llena todas las espectativas que como humano puedes tener, .... que haces si miras en esa persona a tú mismo yo... pero en otro género.... que haces cuando puedes mirar en esa persona lo que el Señor quiere hacer... a pesar de todo.!!!!... que haces cuando sabiendo que no debes, ya tu corazón siente mil cosas tan solo al escuchar su voz......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;AJA..!!! BUENA PREGUNTA... pues.. LA VICTORIA ES DEL SEÑOR.. me imagino sus rostros... esa es la realidad... la única solución es MORIR NUEVAMENTE  a nosotros mismos y dejar que EL libre la batalla y GANE LA GUERRA..... No hay otra solución.... porque.. EN NUESTRAS FUERZAS NO LO LOGRAREMOS.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;No es con espada, ni con ejercito sino por su SANTO ESPIRITU.... así que.. a vivir en el Espiritu y dejar que PAPA DIOS.. se glorifique..... ... y como los documentos fueron devueltos.... EL restaurará.. y CUMPLIRA SUS PROMESAS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-7393871066165793997?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/7393871066165793997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=7393871066165793997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/7393871066165793997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/7393871066165793997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/01/librando-la-batalla.html' title='LIBRANDO LA BATALLA'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-2133776636321449074</id><published>2007-01-14T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:25:59.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS GOING TO BE WORTHED....</title><content type='html'>As I was reading one of my friends blog and long to be there at the House of Prayer, ... the Lord just seal this song in my heart.. it is going to be worthed...... .VALE LA PENA... for those that are reading it and do not this word in Spanish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was at one of my friends congregation, three years ago a lot of things happen to his life and family and he had to quit to his formal pastoral job at the congregation that I used to go before leaving to KC...... , now three years later a new begining is coming to his life, family and for the people that have been under his leading during this time...... TIME OF NEW BEGININGS.... yes.. but with the wonderful learning of those painful days in the past....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I was able to hear a lady from England that came with a team,.... I met the leader at the house of Prayer at KC.. actually his husband was one of the first ones from Ecuador to go there... well.. THE CROSS.. was the main theme on this preaching... it was really good for me to remember GOD´S SACRIFICE.. .. well ... you will say but you know that!!1.. YES.. but sometime we know it.. but we do not value it as much as we should... we take it for granted.. WE JUST.. know we are saved.... but we forget.. how much pain the sacrifice on the cross brought to the Father..and to Jesus!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a resume of my day.. .. no... the end was that I realize how much I need God.. how much I love Him.. how much I need His love.. and His strength.. and most of all.. .... that daily He takes my wounds.. my sorrow, my pain, my sin... and puts all of that within Him.... to the Cross..... HE IS WORTHED OF MY PRAISE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. none of the things that happen to my life can compare to the SACRIFICE .. that He did for me..... I LOVE YOU JESUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-2133776636321449074?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/2133776636321449074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=2133776636321449074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/2133776636321449074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/2133776636321449074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-is-going-to-be-worthed.html' title='IT IS GOING TO BE WORTHED....'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-6721174431742829077</id><published>2007-01-08T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:29:24.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VIGILIA... QUE FORMA TAN BELLA DE DISFRUTAR !!!</title><content type='html'>La presencia de Dios... durante toda la noche..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;El día 5 de enero del 2007 pasamos en nuestra congregación toda la noche en adoración y oración... genial!!!.. el Señor nos bendijo con muchos detalles que realmente ni los habíamos sospechado.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mí lo más hermoso fue el poder disfrutar de alabar al Señor, orar y adorar durante la noche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante la noche.. recordamos a aquellos que buscando un tiempo de descanso o de dispersar todas las preocupaciones se encontraban tomando, y sumergiendose en vicios que, al día siguiente los hacen sentir peor y que no les traen ninguna solución.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer leí como Nuestro Dios nos advierte que no nos embriaguemos de vino y la relación con el ser llenos del Espíritu Santo.  Ahora sé por qué, solo por el poder del Espíritu del Señor, y al saber que realmente Dios vive en ellos...... puede sacarlos del vicio del alcohol, drogas, sexo y seducción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloramos por aquellos que aún no conocen al Señor, clamamos por sus vidas, declaramos victoria y sobre todo dejamos nuestras cargas a los pies de Cristo. Nada podemos hacer.. pero NUESTRO DIOS.... si!!!, sin embargo Nuestro Dios es un caballero y espera que cada persona decida seguirlo, decida.. ESCOGER LA MEJOR PARTE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIERES ESCOGERLO TU.. estoy segura que no te arrepentirás!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-6721174431742829077?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/6721174431742829077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=6721174431742829077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6721174431742829077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/6721174431742829077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2007/01/vigilia-que-forma-tan-bella-de.html' title='VIGILIA... QUE FORMA TAN BELLA DE DISFRUTAR !!!'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-3458738562014273195</id><published>2006-12-31T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:01:33.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 BENDICIONES MIL.. 2007..MILLON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El  Señor es fiel... Y jamás nos prueba más alla de lo que podemos resistir... este año comenzó ... con un gran regalo del Señor... pude compartir sobre el AMOR DE DIOS... en la congregación...También me encargó un nuevo trabajo en el que tuve mil y un retos y a través del cual el Señor me han enseñado mucho .. sobre todo que EL TODO LO PUEDE Y QUE todo lo podemos en EL QUE NOS FORTALECE.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dios me ha bendecido con nuevos amigos, a los cuales he llegado a amar como si los hubiese conocido por toda mi vida... sé que son amigos que vienen del cielo y que el Señor los ha protegido y bendecido también durante toda su vida..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Han habido lagrimas.. han habido sonrisas.. ha habido danza.. ha habido tristeza.. sin embargo... HASTA AQUI me ha traido el Señor  y me regocijo en saber que soy SU PRINCESA.. LA NIÑA DE SUS OJOS.. y que esa realidad no la cambia ninguna de las circunstancias a mi alrededor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Un nuevo año comienza.. si... pero eso no es lo importante.. sino más bien saber que cada día.. LA MISERICORDIA DEL SEÑOR ES NUEVA.. y que el día en que El nos salvó fue maravilloso... y de UNA NUEVA VIDA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Todo está en sus manos.. es un tiempo de nuevos comienzos y .. SUS PROMESAS SON SI Y AMEN.. GLORIA SE A EL... EL ES REY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-3458738562014273195?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/3458738562014273195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=3458738562014273195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3458738562014273195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/3458738562014273195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-bendiciones-mil-2007millon.html' title='2006 BENDICIONES MIL.. 2007..MILLON'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-4198545679540120984</id><published>2006-12-30T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T10:49:26.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAMBIOS'/><title type='text'>.... I DID NOT REMEMBER TO TAKE A PICTURE</title><content type='html'>.... but I enjoy being to my friends yesterday.... I met with my friends from Kindergarden, elementary school, and highschool.... 15 years ago .. we say good bye, when we graduated... though.. now .. we still love each other as we did yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. they have to get to receive Jesus as their Savior!!!.... yes they believe in God.. yes I have been with them when darkness came to their live and share with them about Jesus Love.... but.. it is time.. LORD... As I share with you before one of the things that the Lord has done in my life this past months is raising up again my heart the pain of seeing ..THE PEOPLE THAT I LOVE... not being saved yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is so painful.. and yes, years ago I used to pray even by name .. time after time for Catthy, Eliana and Rommy, the three friends that I met with yesterday!!!!... and God still working ... I know.. but is so painful to hear from their comments about energy,  and things are not from God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONONONO.. NO ALL were bad news.... as we were sharing about some things the Holly Spirit really breath on me... it was incredible since, one of my friends is a Psycologyst... and ... guess what.. the Holly Spirit knows everything that they try to get to know.... so.. it was awesome to be able to share with her and even know that what the Lord´s do by free..... usually is what people look for in a psycoanalysis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good.. that is what He has been resounding in my ears... and yes.. HE IS GOOD, I was able yesterday to hear THE CALL conference through internet... I am hearing it right now.. HE IS GOOD.... and I love Him.. more than everything... my oil.. WAS GOING DOWN.... and I was not given the Lord time to fill it again.... as I have tried and tried.... Mike´s teaching on thursday just remind me.... that God is good.. and He is the one that fills our cup.... not men.. not meetings... no ministring to others... no doing... NO.... is just being LOVE BY HIM.... and loving Him back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is good to be in desperation.. is good to realize.. the best part is at His feet... is good to know.. that I need to be with HIM AND HIM ALONE.... I will embrace His Love... I am His and His alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again... I am asking for the Lord to conquer my heart again and again... and He does... I just need to chose to spend time with Him... and feeel His heart beating for me... and REST IN HIS ARMS........ and here, I will  share about something that God spoke to me yesterday as a coworker was sharing with us when she almost died while he was swiming at the sea........ she said.. that as she got tired and relax, and almost lay down to rest because she knew she could not do anymore..... GUESS WHAT!!!....she finally came out from the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I think I should rest... but.. please could you PRAY WITH ME FOR THE SALVATION OF OUR LOVED ONES!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to all of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-4198545679540120984?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/4198545679540120984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=4198545679540120984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4198545679540120984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/4198545679540120984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-did-not-remember-to-take-picture.html' title='.... I DID NOT REMEMBER TO TAKE A PICTURE'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-5226250462884401191</id><published>2006-12-28T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T07:29:58.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR....???</title><content type='html'>I am wondering of what the Lord is speaking to me for this new year!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main things that I am hearing is FORGIVENESS... as I drive or look around the clock is showin 707.... 70 times 7..... so.. I am asking the Lord that He will search my heart and show me who should I forgive or ask for forgineness..... may be even now .. after some things that have happen in my life.. I am mad of God..... not GOD... I am looking at your face now.. but.. that is true.. and sometimes we just think that we don' t do that... but.. yes we do.... we get dissapointed and ... mad of God... though we do not want to accept it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today.. first I will ask God to forgive for being mad of Him... why.. I want to see His miracles..&lt;br /&gt;I want to see people being save, Iwant to see Him moving in our midst.. I want Him to edify His house in this city, I want to see His Glory being shown in our congregations and people being convicted by HIS PRESENCE and His presence alone...I want to be a carrier of His presence.. I want Him to take control of all things...... I am desperate now.. I feel so weak.. which is good.. but also so limited.. which is also good.. GOD HAS TO DO HIS JOB...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ... after forgiveness.... I am looking for the completition of what He has promised... 7 is a number of completition and I asked that all things that were seed during this year will grow and give their fruit... COULD YOU PRAY FOR THIS TOO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope also to be able to go to KC during 2007.... hope also God will allow me to do it.. again.. if He doesn't go with me... it is not worthed to do.. even to KC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...yes.. you are waiting for me to get to my personal dreams..!!!.. Yes ... I have asked the Lord to please acomplish the deepest desires of my heart!!!!.l.... and I am sure you will support me in prayer.!!.. HE IS FAITHFUL AND HIS PROMISES ARE YES AND AMEN..!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to all of you for this new year.. I PRAY BLESSINGS OVER ALL OF YOU AND ASK THE LORD TO FULFILL HIS PROMISES TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY... first of all .. that all your loved ones... WILL KNOW HIM as His love and  Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory to HIM AND HIM ALONE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-5226250462884401191?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/5226250462884401191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=5226250462884401191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5226250462884401191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/5226250462884401191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year.html' title='NEW YEAR....???'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-8233518700345714923</id><published>2006-12-24T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T19:17:47.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REGOCIJANDOME EN SU GRAN AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estos días he estado pensando en el dolor que uno siente cuando el Señor nos da como respuesta a nuestras oraciones un gran NO!!!!..... En su bella y grande misericordia nuestro Amado Padre Celestial nos guarda y proteje de un modo sobrenatural que nosotros talvez no siempre entendemos o apreciamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cuando era una quinceañera recuerdo que en medio de las reuniones y fiestas en general con quien pasaba y bailaba era con mis amigos que conocía y con los que en general compartía muchos momentos. Cuando iba sola, en general fueron muy pocas las ocasiones en las que conocí a muchachos o gente en este tipo de reuniones ..... lo cual ahora sé era parte de la gran PROTECCION DE DIOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;La semana anterior pude palpar nuevamente ese tipo de protección de lo alto, pude sentir la compañía de mi Amado Novio, amigo y esposo Jesucristo en otro país y en medio de una multitud de personas, fue un momento muy especial para mí, porque realmente no pensé que El, mi Amado iba a estar conmigo en medio de música no cristiana, bailes no muy sanos y personas que tomaban a mi alrededor....... yo mismo no sé como estaba allí... y en Paz..... bueno sí lo sé...El estaba conmigo.... lo sentía... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;En un momento muy lindo fui a caminar y miré al cielo.... fue hermoso ver el sol, alumbrando en medio de las nubes, las cuales se tornaron de color tomate.... la magnificencia de su creación en medio de las montañas.... y el sonido del festejo... era una forma maravillosa de nuestro Señor de decirme.... TE AMO.. Y ESTOY AQUI CONTIGO.... saben.. me puse a pensar que... "de estar ya casada y haber formado un hogar aqui en la tierra".... mi esposo no pudo haber estado allí conmigo... pero el SEñor si.. que hermoso!!!!!!!! verdad.. que gran Bendición...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Les soy sincera.. prefiero a Cristo... gracias al Señor por su Salvación.... no quiero volver atrás...PREFIERO UN DIA en la Casa del Señor que mil años fuera de ella.... tengo ahora una nueva visión de SU SALVACION, y con llanto le pido la salvación de todos aquellos que creen encontrar gozo y tranquilidad en el licor, en reunionces vacías y sin sentido... SEÑOR... ME REGOCIJO EN TU AMOR.. muestra TU AMOR A LOS DEMAS... SALVA A TUS HIJOS... ten misericordia Señor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me he dado cuenta que el MILAGRO DE LA SALVACION... es el más grande milagro.... Cuando uno esta enfermo al menos sabes que es malo estar enfermo.. que hay algo mejor.. ESTAR SANO!!!... PERO .. AQUELLOS QUE NO SON SALVOS... no saben que hay algo mejor.. no saben que SER SALVOS ES LO MEJOR.. no saben que vivir sin EL TEMOR DE JEHOVA.. es vivir vacíos....NO SABEN.. QUE CRISTO SI LES DA GOZO CONSTANTE.... he llorado, he clamado.. pero .. Señor.. TU ERES TODOPODEROSO.. PARA TI NO HAY NADA IMPOSIBLE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;TE AMO MI SEÑOR&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/19634092-8233518700345714923?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/8233518700345714923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=8233518700345714923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8233518700345714923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/8233518700345714923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/12/regocijandome-en-su-gran-amor.html' title='REGOCIJANDOME EN SU GRAN AMOR'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116605479156945078</id><published>2006-12-13T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:06:31.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD.. TAKE MY HEART INTO YOUR HANDS..</title><content type='html'>There is a beautiful song that the one of my friends wrote I think for his girlfriend.... but... for me is like speaking to JesusChrist my bridegroom King and God..!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song goes like the title.. you have my heart between your fingers.... once I was singing the song and as I did.. I was declaring it to the Lord... PLEASE GUARD MY HEART.. take my heart into your hands.. take it and keep it into your fingers... could you imaging that.... Can you picture it... The Lord taking your heart... grabing your heart from your chest and keeping it into his hands..... then.. I won´t be able to live any more.... I will really dye to myself and .. life for Him and Him alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..... it´s good to say it... but how do I live it.!!!!!!!....not easy... really... but I need to dye again... and let Him do it.. I can´t He has to take care of it!!!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord.. take my heart and make it yours and yours alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-116605479156945078?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116605479156945078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116605479156945078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116605479156945078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116605479156945078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/12/god-take-my-heart-into-your-hands.html' title='GOD.. TAKE MY HEART INTO YOUR HANDS..'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116544970409478915</id><published>2006-12-06T18:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T08:28:15.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOKING BACK...JUST.. TO TAKE STRENGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As it has been the month of being really strech by God.. I had to go back to remember HIS faithfulness.. in the past.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have no idea why the Lord let things happen in our lives,... I have no idea why people do not respond responsible enough to their commitments bringing us to the point of not being able to respond to what we commit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, may be God likes to teach us something on the way.. He will always appear 5 to 12.... as I used to hear Mike saying... though it sometimes make us fell really.. really.. desperate.. which of course bring us again to the point of TRUSTING THE LORD IN ALL TIMES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As God has lead me to work in Finances.... it is almost imposible for me not being able to get all my budget straight and made all the payments I have to do....and I know God has being teaching me a lot of things in this past year........ which I am hoping finally is coming to a GOOD and healthy end.... which also does not mean from now on.. all will be easy... but at least.... we.. I said God and I have gotten to acomplish the goal that at least I thought He wanted to reach as I came here.... to Ecuador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I came back to Ecuador I knew... that I had to refinance the loan of Quito´s house which now I am leaving in .. in order to pay off all what I invest in these past three years as a missionary in KC.... and get my life in line again.... well... that had to wait until banks had the assurance that I had an stable job here in Ecuador...... meantime.. some miracles happen... and the best one was about the refinancing.!!!!! yes .. it FINALLY happen.. and it looks like for December 15th.. I will be able to smile again every end of the month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The way that God did everything is kind of great.. well God is always good.. but He loves to teach us in the way..... I was looking around for other options but the bank that I have the loan now... it was a good searching untill a friday that I had a day off and knew that day God will solve it....... few days before I saw a sign of a loan company close to my job... .. well after going to other bank I went there... I knew God put that sign on my way .. for a reason.... well I spoke with the lady and.... she spoke about the bank that I already used for the loan for the house.... and explain me some things...... .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In my way out I felt to go to this bank.... actually I did.. then I did not.. and then at the car...mom said.. lets try it.. so we went there.. GOD IS GOOD.. all went well I fill the papers and was able to send the others the next week from Peru... .....I was flying out the next day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So.. God knew.. I did not.... but... HE GAVE ME PEACE IN THE WAY.... wow.. I am learning... the only thing that I know.. is that every time.. THE TEST IS MORE COMPLICATED..... so... just I know that ......................He works in that way in all parts of my life... THEN.. .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I WILL TRUST YOU LORD WITH ALL OF MY HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/19634092-116544970409478915?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116544970409478915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116544970409478915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116544970409478915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116544970409478915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/12/looking-backjust-to-take-s_116544970409478915.html' title='LOOKING BACK...JUST.. TO TAKE STRENGHT'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116519835150347699</id><published>2006-12-03T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T10:25:32.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAS FOTITOS..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Antes de salir.... tenía que tomarme una foto con mi sobrina.. e Isaac.. Mi mascotita.. no podía faltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2725/1947/1600/913467/CRIM0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2725/1947/320/616200/CRIM0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y bueno.. una solita aunque un poco Seria.!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2725/1947/1600/288917/CRIM0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2725/1947/320/18816/CRIM0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; El grupo de la Congrecación de Iñaquito... en traje TIPICO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2725/1947/1600/441938/CRIM0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2725/1947/320/404369/CRIM0106.jpg" border="0" /&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/19634092-116519835150347699?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116519835150347699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116519835150347699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116519835150347699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116519835150347699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/12/mas-fotitos.html' title='MAS FOTITOS..'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116511575840082496</id><published>2006-12-02T22:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T20:59:19.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CORO VOZANDES Y ORQUESTA JUNIVENIL DE LA SINFONICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2725/1947/1600/752513/CRIM0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2725/1947/320/534052/CRIM0097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Casi que salió bien la foto luego de muchos intentos UN PREMIO al que me enccuentra...pero.. bueno no es la foto lo que interesesa sino el hecho de que el coro VOZANDES.... se lució.... si.. estuvo bien pleno.. como les explico... ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por muchos años yo miré el coro desde los asientos del TEATRO de la Casa de la Cultura.... me trae muy buenos recuerdos.. pero hoy ... al cantar el Himno Nacional.. se sintió tan bien... tan bien... luego de años fuera de mi patria.. hasta el Himno suena distinto....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No se imaginan mi felicidad cuando cantabamos.. QUITO CARA DE DIOS.. me sentía super y sobre todo lo declaraba, segura de que Quito ... es decir la ciudad con los quiteños debe SER LA CARA DE DIOS.. ... profundo verdad... LUZ DE AMERICA.... BUENO..tantas frases que parecen pasajeras pero que salieron de lo profundo de mi corazón.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al cantar Gloria... me imaginaba los coros de Angeles cantando en el cielo... así estaremos verdad???... y bueno.. estuvo muy lindo todo el repertorio.. Y SE LLAMARA EMANUEL.. pero la que más topó mi corazón... es NO HAY LUGAR.. y es como la historia del Señor tocando nuestros corazones.. pero saben.. termina.. mientras le cantamos ... VEN A MI CORAZON OH CRISTO PORQUE EN EL HAY LUGAR PARA TI......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Y bueno.. hoy Domingo en la última función también pudimos compartir con los directores y fue muy agradable pensar que el próximo año, la orquesta quiere realizar más presentaciones en unión con el Coro.... lo cual nos abriría puertas en otros sectores,.... no solo cristianos para poder EVANGELIZAR.. se imaginan... bueno.. yo ya estoy volando.. quisiera la Casa de Oración con la orquesta.. .. si puedo algún momento les pongo el link para que vean el video del coro en el que participe en KC también.. era en la Casa de Oración .. estuvo.. MARAVILLOSO... también..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-116511575840082496?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116511575840082496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116511575840082496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116511575840082496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116511575840082496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/12/coro-vozandes-y-orquesta-junivenil-de.html' title='CORO VOZANDES Y ORQUESTA JUNIVENIL DE LA SINFONICA'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116507851211264180</id><published>2006-12-02T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T11:55:12.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGING TIME</title><content type='html'>Every time that I feel that God will change my life.. is like something within me gets kind of sad, happy, fearfull, peacefull.. well...I don´t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week God made clear somethings in my life.. He is faithful, He won´t let us be tempted more than we can resist..... and He will always take care of His little girl, though some times His care breaks my heart because of His NO!!!!... But He is GOD and knows better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday as I was praying with one of my friends, I was so thankful of how God was showing me how I was feeling.. how my heart was tired... my body was tired,  my eyes were tired of crying but!!!!! He was giving me new strength, new robes, new life again..... HE IS MY FATHER, HE IS MY BRIDEGROOM GOD.. and that WILL NEVER CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is not that easy though to let go what slowly has been getting into your heart, is not that easy to feel that those dreams that were begining to get in to your heart and mind, suddently  dissapear..... suddently they are not any more even a possiblity.... it´s hard.. it´s painful... BUT WONDERFUL... because ... if those dreams were so GREAT for me, I know.. THE DREAMS THAT GOD HAS FOR ME ARE EVEN BETTER.. don´t you think!!!!!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I will keep my head up.. my life in HIS HANDS, MY HEART IN HIS HANDS...I am GOD´S and GOD´S ALONE..&lt;br /&gt;Love you all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-116507851211264180?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116507851211264180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116507851211264180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116507851211264180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116507851211264180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/12/changing-time.html' title='CHANGING TIME'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116507780161311998</id><published>2006-12-02T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T11:43:21.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LAS FOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me ha tomado tiempo subirlas.. pero lo haré pronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-116507780161311998?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116507780161311998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116507780161311998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116507780161311998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116507780161311998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/12/las-fotos.html' title='LAS FOTOS'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116442361158959347</id><published>2006-11-24T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:00:11.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARING THE PAST.. AND THE PRESENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to share part of my life in USA.... the house that the Lord let me live at.. His house.. as I always said.... while there I had my most precious times with Him my Beautiful Lord, Savior and wonderful bridegroom God....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was able to build my room.. yes.. I had never fix things or build furniture.. but.. I enjoy so much building the bedroom set... it was an incredible teaching that the Lord gave me... FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS...it was summer.. and heater and air aconditioner.. is kind of expensive in the States so I was trying to save so money.. so.. I felt the warm weather while using the screwdriver... it was an awesome time.. tears fall from my eyes while remembering those wonderful times there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In silence or dancing.. singing or praying, cooking or surfing on the web.. living those times of a hooney moon there... transform my life.... of course this was a season.. because the beginging was at the house of prayer!!!.. yes.. all together crying out.. for bringing us to a closer relationship and.. of course.. ONE TO ONE.. Jesuschrist and me.. ALONE........that is .. having intimacy with God... being alone with Him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well... as I remember those wonderful times I also remember... how the Lord brought me there.. and then brought me back.... remember the time of transition... coming back to Ecuador.. the shacking of not wanting to say good bye... but knowing that the time had come.... AND NOW.... the nostalgy of going there... and the nostalgy of being here... THEN.. is when I know.. that!!!!!.. we are CITIZENS OF HEAVEN.. and there is no place I rather be ... than in His presence and sorrounded by His love.... Would I go back soon to KC and the House of Prayer there..... may be not.. ....... but in His mercy the Lord brings me to other places.. and let me see how He is moving around the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lord's willing I will be in Bogota in december and in Mexico on January..would I be able to go back to KC.. in february... just God knows... .but.. please pray for it&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/19634092-116442361158959347?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116442361158959347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116442361158959347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116442361158959347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116442361158959347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/11/sharing-past-and-present.html' title='SHARING THE PAST.. AND THE PRESENT'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116386989610759067</id><published>2006-11-18T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T12:11:36.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LEARNING PROCESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As this week has been really different for the ¨normal¨ ones… I realize even more.. how important is for me to be honest with God and people and let God clean my heart, pain and life&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I left to Perú on Saturday night because I had to review all accounting and financial information at the Peru’s office….. a friend of mine travel too, because his son died a few days ago and since they used to live in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Peru&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, they did a memorial service there.!!....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time went fast, I share with several Christian families there and most of all, I learned.. a lot… God’s message for this trip was.. AGAIN.. AGAIN and Again.. I have to bring the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Kingdom&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;God&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to the Marketplace.. that is my calling.. well one of them…. I am an intercessor.. and that is the best way to bring the Kingdom to the marketplace…!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, in my first time having lunch with the Manager there.. I felt like God told me not to be so formal while blessing the food, so I just did a quick and informal prayer…. As we were sharing about many things… he told me that the thing that he doesn’t like about Christians is that .. his mother in law was to .. RELIGIOUS… then I knew why God move me not to do a formal prayer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well time went fast.. it was a time of really try to get to know all people at the office, but it was not actually a time to intercede for them.. which I really should have done…. Coming back I thought I was going to meet with a fabulous friend but I was not able to do it. This really disappoint me thought.. I told the Lord the day before that I will accept His will.. while in the situation .. now I realize, I was completely mad with the Lord… now I know.. I thought I was mad with my friend.. but it was not that, in the deepest place in my heart I knew it was God’s will…. So.. now I smile again.. because.. I finally let God.. go within my heart and …. Clean the pain.. but.. I HAD TO LET HIM IN.. I had to accept how I was feeling…..I NEED TO OPEN MY HEART AGAIN..!!..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A learning process.. yes.. a hard one.. too..!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/19634092-116386989610759067?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116386989610759067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116386989610759067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116386989610759067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116386989610759067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/11/learning-process.html' title='LEARNING PROCESS'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116290711586423325</id><published>2006-11-07T08:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T08:48:02.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EL AMOR TAMBIEN ES FIRME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Durante estos días he estado reflexionando en por qué en algunas ocasiones y a pesar de que amas a alguien, el Señor te lleva a firmente a dejar de hacer cosas por ellos que lo único que están haciendo es mantenerles en un estado de falta de responsabilidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Había pensado mucho en estos últimos días sobre ello, y de diferentes modos el Señor iba poniendo certeza en que cada persona debe ser responsable por sus actos y más aún por las actividades que debe realizar tanto en su trabajo como en su hogar!........ si bien es cierto yo puedo apoyar y servir a la gente y es más eso es lo que el Señor anhela de mí... NO debo interrumpir el crecimiento de los que amo haciendo lo que el Señor no me ha pedido hacer!!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ayer me auto escuchaba en el cd que grabamos en una de los retiros de los Hombres y mujeres de negocios en Kansas City, y fue muy bueno para mí acordarme que ORAR sin cesar no es algo místico o inalcansable ... es vivir conversando y pregúntandole al Señor que HACER Y QUE NO HACER.... y así mismo que está ENSEÑANDOME A MI.. cuando algo sucede a mi alrededor.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recordé las veces que sentí que NO debía interrumpir lo que DIOS estaba haciendo en una persona.... se han encontrado ustedes en situaciones en que alguien cerca está sufriendo y lo único que ustedes anhelan es meter la mano y resolver el problema.. SUPER verdad!!! es también chévere sentirse super hombre o mujer..... PERO.. le han preguntado antes al Señor como quiere que se involucren.. y si quiere que metan o no la mano para arreglar las cosas..........???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saben .. creo que en muchas ocasiones en lugar de ayudar .. terminamos alargando el proceso de purificación y crecimiento de aquellos a los que amamos.... ups!!!.. .... entonces.. Señor .. no permitas que haga nada que esté fuera de TU VOLUNTAD.. si TU no vas conmigo NO quiero ir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quiero Amar como tú.. Vivir como Tú.. caminar como tú.!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Te amo Jesús&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/19634092-116290711586423325?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116290711586423325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116290711586423325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116290711586423325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116290711586423325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-amor-tambien-es-firme_116290711586423325.html' title='EL AMOR TAMBIEN ES FIRME'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116248557245500096</id><published>2006-11-02T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T11:39:32.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DE RODILLAS ES MEJOR</title><content type='html'>Hace unos días me puse a pensar que en la comodidad de mi vida, había pasado ya mucho tiempo sin que me postre ante el Señor.. para orar y dejar que me ministre.... ciertamente es muy fácil acostumbrarse a poder hacerlo sentada, de pie... caminando... y no que esté mal.... pero.. DE RODILLAS ES MEJOR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que? .. me pongo a pensar que comienza por el hecho de que al ponerte de rodillas estás mostrando tu corazón sometido al Señorío de tu Amado Dios, no solo con el corazón sino fisicamente, es más se te hace más difícil hasta moverte y distraer tu mente.... DE RODILLAS!!!.. me imagino que inclusive puedes darte cuenta de tu debilidad humana... de tu condición de SER HUMANO... y no se talvés.... hasta se te hace más fácil inclinar tu cabeza ante el REY DE REYES.!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien dice SU PALABRA, toda rodilla se doblará y toda lengua confesará que JESUCRISTO ES EL SEÑOR... en la tierra, en los grandes palacios cuando el rey entra, la gente hace una reverencia.... y estoy segura que NUESTRO REY.. jamás nos castigará sino lo hacemos.. EL no lo necesita.. pero nosotros si.. ES UNA FORMA DE DECIRLE.. TU ERES EL REY DE MI VIDA..... solo TU.. y solo ante tí me postraré..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues entonces.. de RODILLAS fue, es y será mejor.. me rindo a ti Señor HAS TU VOLUNTAD EN MI VIDA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-116248557245500096?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116248557245500096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116248557245500096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116248557245500096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116248557245500096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/11/de-rodillas-es-mejor.html' title='DE RODILLAS ES MEJOR'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116213299253154012</id><published>2006-10-29T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:42:02.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...PRAYING AND LETTING GOD DO HIS JOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been praying for the salvation of a dear friend of mine may be for the last 6 months...., but yesterday as I a was talking with another friend I realized that ... thought I ask the Lord for his salvation I have not actually surrender his life in God´s hands which are the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A lot of times we like to be part of somebody salvation, may be because we want to push God to do things quickly.... but...... the kairos moment of God is not going to be move because we push things around...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I realized that I have to step back and let God do what He needs to do.... which I know is going to be hard to do..., because of course as God works in my friends heart there is going to be a cleansing of his heart, which may be is not going to be easy for him, but... God is in control and He will do whatever is needed.. not too much .. just what is needed... God will fight for his heart.. god will fill him with His spirit even more and lead him to repentance.... ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so.. now I need God´s grace to let it go.. to leave him in His hands and just wait and see how GOD does His work.. He who is faithfull will completly his work..!!!.. and me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I am learning again.. is God and not me.. is His time and not mine.. and ... I really don´t want to delay what God wants.. because of the delay of steping back and surrended all to Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-116213299253154012?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116213299253154012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116213299253154012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116213299253154012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116213299253154012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/10/praying-and-letting-god-do-his-job.html' title='...PRAYING AND LETTING GOD DO HIS JOB'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116204787956880410</id><published>2006-10-28T09:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:40:17.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DAVID = AMADO = BELOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.... Yesterday one of my friends ask me the meaning of David.. I knew.. I said but .. completly forgot it.... well... I came to look for it.. did not find it and then this morning finally look at the internet and found just one word... BELOVED.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a meaning, now I know why David knew that his identity was just in HIS LORD.. Beloved... every time that they call him by his name he was being remaind that he was BELOVED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mind just came that even when Natan talked to David.... his words had to begin with DAVID... ..meaning.. BELOVED.. you have sin.. but still being BELOVED.. that doesn't change.... you sent to kill a person but.. DAVID.. your name has not change.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you realize that God change a lot of his profets name when they change their heart..... Abram to Abraham!!... Jacob to Israel.... well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;David was diferent it did not have to change.. and I am remembering Psalm 139 ..... I am sure God knew what was going to happen to David, that he was going to fall in adultery and that he need to know that his IDENTITY, his NAME.. never change......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that assurance is what made easier to David to get and run again to God's arms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's follow David's example... WE WERE MADE TO LOVE AND TO BE LOVED.... by God.!!!!!! so .. let's stand in faith knowing that HIS LOVE ENDURES FOREVER..&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT RUN FROM HIM.. run TO HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. do you know what your name means... ..He has given you a new name....????.. or do you need to remember that your name.. has not change....!!! &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2725/1947/320/Lore02.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2725/1947/1600/Lore02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From my mother's womb He&lt;br /&gt;chosed me!!.. Psalm 139&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.&lt;br /&gt;14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made,your works are wonderful, I know that full well.&lt;br /&gt;15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,&lt;br /&gt;16 your eyes saw my unformed body All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And nothing and nobody can change this... no matter how many times I have fallen, no matter how many times I have sin, no matter how many times I have run away.. HE LOVES ME AND HIS LOVE IS UNCONDITIONAL.. HE CREATED ME ... HE CREATED YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;NADA CAMBIA SU INMENSO AMOR POR NOSOTROS.. EL ES SOBERANO!! su Amor es Incondicional!!!.. No importa cuanto hayamos pecado.. no importa cuantas veces hayamos ca'ido, No importa cuantas veces hayamos huido de El.. El es Rey.. El es NUESTO PRIMER AMOR.. Y LO AMAMOS PORQUE EL NOS AMO PRIMERO!!!!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-116204787956880410?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116204787956880410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116204787956880410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116204787956880410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116204787956880410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/10/david-amado-beloved_28.html' title='DAVID = AMADO = BELOVED'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116197494404978794</id><published>2006-10-27T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T13:49:04.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NUNCA SERÁ FACIL ....</title><content type='html'>El día miércoles nos sorprendió una increíble y terrible noticia.... asesinaron a la esposa de uno de nuestros compañeros de trabajo en Guayaquil, una de las ciudades más grandes del Ecuador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn la esposa de Marcelo, el lider de la oficina de Guayaquil tenía 31 años, y los sorprendieron unos asaltantes y al tratar de robarles el auto, según ellos se les fue un tiro y ella murió de contado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente no sabía como enfrentar la situación, sabía que ella estaba en el cielo, pero y nuestro compañero ???... por un momento y creo que hasta ahora no logro identificar como me siento... , no les puedo contar como se siente él, por que se que no tengo ni idea del gran dolor que está sintiendo...., a mi mente viene el hecho de que todos somos ciudadanos del cielo.. y que todos enfrentaremos la muerte con la gran satisfacción de que si aceptamos al Señor Jesucristo como nuestro Señor y Salvador entraremos en la vida Eterna...... sin embargo.. algo más a venido a mi mente y corazón:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces pensamos en que queremos casarnos y que esa persona será "la solución" ... realmente no es así... solo NUESTRO DIOS estará con nosotros para siempre, como humanos nuestra pareja podra fallarnos, cometer errores y en su tiempo morir, PERO, nuestra mirada debe estar arriba en el cielo, en Nuestro único Dios y Señor..... , DIFICIL.. si!!!!.. Mientras escribo lágrimas ya están en mis ojos, ya que tan solo cuando terminas una relación sea esta de Amistad o de Amor más profundo .... te duele... no puedo imaginar el ver morir a aquella persona con la que Dios te ha bendecido....... pero otra vez regreso a... si ES UNA BENDICION, pero más importante es el que TE DIO LA BENDICION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sabemos ni el tiempo, ni el lugar, pero si debemos saber que pasará si morimos.. yo.. descansaré en los Brazos de mi Amado Jesucristo.. Y TU?????...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mueres.. sabes que irás al cielo?.... SI... SEGURO QUE SI PORQUE CRISTO MURIO POR TI.. y por tus pecados.... NO POR TUS OBRAS.. si no por que EL MURIO POR TI EN LA CRUZ!!!!.........&lt;br /&gt;Acéptalo como tu Señor y Salvador.. solo El te puede dar LA PAZ QUE SOBREPASA TODO ENTENDIMIENTO.!!!!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y.. ... NO te preocupes como vivirás luego.. si podrás dejar todas esas "cosas" y"pecados" que le agradan a tu carne... NO ES EN TUS FUERZAS...,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Espiritu en ti... hace la obra.. así .. que ACEPTALO Y DESCANSA EN EL.. ES SU OBRA...&lt;br /&gt;CONFIA EN DIOS.. Y DIOS hará!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-116197494404978794?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116197494404978794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116197494404978794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116197494404978794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116197494404978794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/10/nunca-ser-facil.html' title='NUNCA SERÁ FACIL ....'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116169739584670188</id><published>2006-10-24T08:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T08:43:15.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>... HEALING IN THE NAME OF JESUS</title><content type='html'>Yesterday!!!.. I got up with a headache... probably for some of you.. is .. well.. it was just a headache...no, it was not... I don´t usually have them and it really did not let me sleep through the night..... actually.. I did sleep cause through the night I was asking the Lord for healing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As noon came by .. I spoke with a friend.. and ask him to pray for me.. since I was having this headache.. he told me he also had one.. which... was weird..., then I decided to begin to ask for prayers to my cointercessors in IHOP and email one of my friends there!!!.... Suddently a call from another friend came by and as I received the call I felt something different.. for me God´s Spirit that was using my friend to break in my body and heal me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lunch, drive, worship the Lord and decided that I was healed.. headache was out of me as I began to praise, CHRIST THE HEALER...!!!!... great.. AFTERNOON... I was free and was able to share about it with one of my best friends whose mom was at the hospital.. ... TRAINING???.. MAY BE.. I think God just let the headache to happen.. BECAUSE HE will never send a sickness. JUST GOOD THINGS COME FROM HIM.... but .... I thank Him because through this kicking out the headache.. I remember .. THAT CHRIST THE HEALER is real.. and does miracles.. today.. and nothing is to little or to big.... HE cares!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.. and wait .... FOR GREAT MIRACLES.. HE IS ABLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-116169739584670188?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116169739584670188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116169739584670188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116169739584670188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116169739584670188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/10/healing-in-name-of-jesus_24.html' title='... HEALING IN THE NAME OF JESUS'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116156485304418763</id><published>2006-10-22T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T08:34:03.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..15 AÑOS DE AMISTAD -15TH ANNIVERSARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2725/1947/1600/LORE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2725/1947/320/LORE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well 15 years of what!!.. Well in 1991 I graduated from Highschool, and this saturday we had the blessing to be together again.... not all of us... by the way may be just half of us were there... but it was a good time.. for.. companionship, remembrance and ... well.. it was fun to see that somethings have not change.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I decided not to get involved in the leadership and try to be as far as I can of organizing things.. I also realize that our friends that know us for years... will always know that they can count with you... I will include some pictures !! we all look like ... years ago.. that is so awesome.. but what it really surprise me was that.. though most of them are already married... not of them have realized how blessed they are in whatever they are doing now.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As years have going really fast I so thank the Lord for my friends, for the ones that I just have met.. and also for the ones that I already know.. for 28 years.. what a blessing.. it is not the time.. is knowing that the Lord has blessed me with them......!!!!.. so... Is my prayer that my best friend Jesus will continue guiding me in good and healthy friendships.... and I ask that you will also know Him as your best friend and.... that He will bless you also with a lot of friendships made in HEAVEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-116156485304418763?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116156485304418763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116156485304418763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116156485304418763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116156485304418763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/10/15-aos-de-amistad-15th-anniversary.html' title='..15 AÑOS DE AMISTAD -15TH ANNIVERSARY'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116096219048280910</id><published>2006-10-15T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:29:50.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..RETURNING....</title><content type='html'>This past month and a half.. has finnaly.. coming to and end... I hope... well.. it doesn't matter if it does or not!!!! I have decided that I need more time alone with the Lord... and it will my decision to avoid some distractions and busyness that will keep me away from my BELOVED.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading a book that I was given a long time ago.. well.. I think I have read it a lot of times now.. the name is Master Potter by Jill Austin.. who was one of the teachers at the School of Ministry at Ihop few years ago..... well.. Yesterday I got into the chapter were.... the little and fragil Beloved ( a little and beautiful cup) though already was clean and saved by the Lord (Mater Potter) while in the wilderness....gets confuse.. and...falls into the enemy trap and her destiny moves away...!!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well .. she thought that was God... and as I was reading I realized how many times I thought it was God.... and it was not, but my own brokeness and desires got in the way and I was deceived!!!... and finally .... though His love endures forever.. time was wasted and I have to begin again the ... JOURNEY......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. the book is an allegory.. so Amazing Grace asks Beloved to pray in tongues when she was being tempted.. and the Holly Spirit spoke laudly to follow God's guidance...... GOOD SUGGESTION isn't it? ... well.. I forgot.. run from it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading ... I remember the times I felt that soft voice in my heart and mind telling me not to do something or ... even saying... RUN FROM THIS!!!... did I hear it?... yes!!! did I obey? ... sometimes not.. and after all I felt like Peter after betraying Jesus.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that we are learning and in training.. and now ... not in my strenght but in HIS, I have learned to fight some battes.. in His Spirit.. and.. most of all.. run from tentation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Lord give me wisdom... and strenght.. cause I know I can not run from all tempation .... but I know also that you know me and would not let me be tempted more that I will be able to resist... then.. I will rest in Him... and ... hear.!!! His voice.. and obey Him.. thought it will even hurt myself..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-116096219048280910?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116096219048280910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116096219048280910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116096219048280910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116096219048280910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/10/returning.html' title='..RETURNING....'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-116044756260594122</id><published>2006-10-09T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:32:42.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGING TIME</title><content type='html'>It has been a different and busy month or two.... though I think it is just a preparation for a new journey in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am hoping this week we will finally finish or at least forget for a month about budgeting at my job... I am needing to come back to my own stuff and my responsabilities.... well. that is life.. you just can not stop being a good stwart of what the Lord has putting in your hands here in earth.!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I need to take some decisions and do some papers in order to reinstalled the finances that the Lord has put in my hands..... I am searching and asking and praying and knocking for HIS MIRACLES....!!!.. I know that God has done so many miracles during my life ... that He will show His face in all of this.. ONE MORE TIME.. well.. finally everything belongs to HIM!!!... BUT.. during this time I have realized that I need to come back to the heart of WORSHIP..!!!! YES.. worshiping Him, praying without ceasing, hearing Him, looking for His face and not for His hands, .. I need to feel Him.. I am desperate for feeling Him as much as I used too.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to HEAR Him, I need to feel His spirit upon me.. I need to feel His presence... and as I writting I realized what is going on within me... minutes ago I was asking the Lord.. what is happening.. I am feeeling that something is not going right.... and yes.. looks like busyness... friends... work..., emotions..., thoughts and dreams... have been getting on the way of my relationship with my BRIDEGROOM KING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday.. I spent sometime with my friends... we all talk for sometime and enjoy Quito's view from the Ichimbia.. but let me tell you something.. though I enjoy it.. I felt so empty after our dinner.. I came home... and was desperate of feeling what God wants for me. what is His will for my life.... DON'T get me wrong... I enjoy the time that I have with them.. but in the middle of all my life.. I want more of HIM.. I need to know Him more.. I want to be with Him and Him alone..!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my time walking and feeling God's presence and His Spirit talking to my Spirit.... I miss those times when I was alone.. with Him.... looking at His marvelous works.. I miss those times of yes... desperation but closenest with my Bridegroom God... , I miss those times when I look up to the clouds and I felt He paint them for me with a great message.....well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can said.. Lord I need you.... I rather be in  your house for one moment that thousand years out of it..!!! bring me closer to your heart.. Let me feel your heart!!! I need you... Take me away... and let me feel that you are here.!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Lord!!!...I feel like the Sulamite in Song of Solomons.. and that is my hope.. you are here.. though I am not feeling you .. you are here..!!!.. because YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE ME OR FORSAKE ME.. .... thanks for this times of sorrow.. thanks for this time of longing for you.. thanks for letting me know that I am a weak and broken woman.... WASHED by the blood of the Lamb.. and created to BE LOVED AND TO LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-116044756260594122?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/116044756260594122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=116044756260594122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116044756260594122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/116044756260594122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/10/changing-time.html' title='CHANGING TIME'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19634092.post-115973904196863411</id><published>2006-10-01T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T16:44:01.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REFRESHING TIME...</title><content type='html'>I had been longing for a time of being Just IN HIS PRESENCE.. and to forget all things that are around my life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I think I was getting to the point of being DESPERATE for that kind of time,.... isn´t that good.. BEING desperate for HIM.. well.. I arrived to the Friday Prayer meeting and the Lord knew the desire in my heart... it was so funny cause as I arrived I was still with my mind in so many things but the Lord of course knew how to draw me away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful time.. it was a time of thanking, praying, worshiping HIM but the best time was .. when we all sing.. that HE IS WORTHY AND HOLLY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Lord is faithful.. let me sang the songs that I was missing and more of all He encounter me in my weakness... letting me know that even in my weakness... I AM LOVELY TO HIM!!!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I knew also that needed a time alone with Him.. as I am at the house.. I am realizing how easy is for me to like to be with my friends and left the time that I KNOW I need to have with God.  .... as I am here.. the Lord is so faithful that close all doors that I could want to open in order to share this Sunday with family or friends.. HE WANTED ME TO BE JUST WITH HIM... what an honnor!!! As I am here.. I remember the PRECIOUS MOMENTS that we have had together and that those .... are BETTER THAN ANYTHING......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. AS my bridegroom God He is also helping me doing my job.. it has been a long month.!!! and it looks like there is no hope yet to have a little bit of freedoom.. but as He guides me and helps me, everything tourns ... less difficult.. HIS SPIRIT flows and I have no clue.. but I am seing the difficult things being solved..... Well.. I am also thanking the Lord for a wonderful friend that He has put in my life that has being His messenger!!!!... as my friend did some files, I don´t think He realized how helpful they will be for me... REALLY.. God know what we need... what a Blessing is to have friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLORY TO THE LORD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19634092-115973904196863411?l=lorealvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/feeds/115973904196863411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19634092&amp;postID=115973904196863411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/115973904196863411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19634092/posts/default/115973904196863411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorealvarez.blogspot.com/2006/10/refreshing-time.html' title='REFRESHING TIME...'/><author><name>LORENA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12467045565313556015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fdNW1hNY2Ew/THCQa2YhdpI/AAAAAAAAFhk/SWYLW21g4EA/S220/spy+team+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
