We are all busy weavers. For ever are we throwing the shuttle backward and forward, each moment leaving one new thread in the web of our life which shall stay there for ever. Every thought, every feeling, every motion, every light fancy that plays but for a moment in the soul, become a thread which is instantly a permanent part of the life we are living. Our words and acts are threads clean and beautiful or stained and blemished, according to their moral character. Thus we are for ever weaving, and the web that we make our souls must wear in eternity. How important it is that we put into this fabric only threads of immortal beauty! If we do God’s will always, and train ourselves to think over God’s thoughts, and to receive into our heart the influences of God’s love and grace, and to yield ever and only to God’s Spirit, we shall weave for our souls a seamless robe of righteousness which shall appear radiant and lovely when all earth's garments have faded and crumbled to dust.