There is a saying that fear and faith cannot occupy the same space.  I have to disagree.  It is essential that faith hold hands with fear, or, well, I’m screwed.  They must be very good friends. 

If fear wanders around in the neighborhood of my dark dreary mind, it must be trained to call out for help from faith.  And faith is strengthened, faith’s purpose of balance and comfort is given a focus.

Today therefore, I put my arms around faith on one side, uncertainty on the other, and we skip onto the most certain path of Heaven, chanting “Lions and tigers and bears–oh my!”   Laughing all the way.