I always feel a bit sorry for puppies in a pet shop cage—just wire and a water bowl, nothing to snuggle into.  Guinea pigs, on the other hand, appear to smother themselves in sawdust, and crave cardboard and bits of cloth.

Look around your house.  Do your tables and counter tops stretch before you like a calm sea, or does it take an excavation team several days to help uncover your piano and bookshelves just for a quick dusting?  Can you pack for a trip using only a zip-lock bag, or do you need a moving van for a 3-day camping excursion?

Do some of us need our clutter to feel secure?  What good is an empty coffee table, anyway?  (Is that why my house is small on empty spaces, but big on stacks of this, and piles of that, and candles, vases, and other such nic nacs?)  But, no matter how we choose to keep house, as Christians we can and must daily surround ourselves in our hope in Christ.  The veil was torn, and Christ carried our soul’s anchor into that most secure place of all when He went before us as our High Priest. Our soul is protected there to the very end.  How can we not trust Him?

“…We…have a strong consolation, who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set before us:  which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and stedfast, and which entereth into that within the vail.”  Hebrews 6:18, 19