I have rolled up my life; He cuts me off from the loom; from day to night Thou dost bring me to an end. Isaiah 38:12
A human life is likened unto a tapestry that is to be woven. Day by day the shuttle moves back and forth, and the tapestry grows. As thread is laid upon thread, the design begins to emerge. A thread is such a tiny thing. And yet the whole tapestry is made up of such threads. If some threads are improperly woven, the whole design will be marred.
A day appears so small and insignificant. And yet each day is a part of my whole life. If each single thread is lived improperly and carelessly, what will this do to the design of my life?
When the tapestry is finished, it is rolled up, and the ends of the threads are cut off. then it can be woven no more. It is put away until the day when it is placed on exhibition and judged.
Dear God, grant that the tapestry of my life may be properly woven I give Thee the shuttle. Do with me as Thou wilt, if only Thy image may some day be the design of my tapestry when the threads of my life are cut off, and the tapestry is judged.