| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lily of the Valley by Honore de Balzac: the first place his orders are conflicting; then no one likes him; he
finds incessant fault, and he is very domineering. Moreover, like all
men of feeble mind, he listens too readily to his inferiors. If I left
the house not a servant would be in it in a week's time. So you see I
am attached to Clochegourde as those leaden finals are to our roof. I
have no reserves with you. The whole country-side is still ignorant of
the secrets of this house, but you know them, you have seen them. Say
nothing but what is kind and friendly, and you shall have my esteem--
my gratitude," she added in a softer voice. "On those terms you are
welcome at Clochegourde, where you will find friends."
"Ah!" I exclaimed, "I see that I have never really suffered, while
The Lily of the Valley |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from King James Bible: believed, ye were sealed with that holy Spirit of promise,
EPH 1:14 Which is the earnest of our inheritance until the redemption
of the purchased possession, unto the praise of his glory.
EPH 1:15 Wherefore I also, after I heard of your faith in the Lord
Jesus, and love unto all the saints,
EPH 1:16 Cease not to give thanks for you, making mention of you in my
prayers;
EPH 1:17 That the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory,
may give unto you the spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge
of him:
EPH 1:18 The eyes of your understanding being enlightened; that ye may
King James Bible |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Dream Life and Real Life by Olive Schreiner: together. Not a tree was to be seen anywhere, except on the banks of the
river, and that was far away, and the sun beat on her head. Round her fed
the Angora goats she was herding; pretty things, especially the little
ones, with white silky curls that touched the ground. But Jannita sat
crying. If an angel should gather up in his cup all the tears that have
been shed, I think the bitterest would be those of children.
By and by she was so tired, and the sun was so hot, she laid her head
against the milk-bush, and dropped asleep.
She dreamed a beautiful dream. She thought that when she went back to the
farmhouse in the evening, the walls were covered with vines and roses, and
the kraals were not made of red stone, but of lilac trees full of blossom.
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