As I am swimming in my soup of fearful, physically painful thoughts, I seem unable to rise above them. I do remember though, there is something else for me to see. There is the Vision of Christ here within this soup. And so I call out to God, “More than all these thoughts, I choose You. Even as I seem to forget and be lost in fear, help me to remember it is you I choose!” For an instant then, I clearly hear the Voice, “Welcome Home.” Then from within its pain I hear the ego shout, “This isn’t Home” But in that moment before, When I had made the choice for God and heard His Voice, I was at home. And it is always thus. I am at Home, or away from Home, as I direct my mind to see.