I was taught that to create anything you had to believe in failure simply because you had to be prepared to go through an idea without any fear. Failure you learned as I did in art school to be a wonderful thing. It allowed you to get up in the morning and take the pillow off your head.
My coming to faith did not start with a leap but rather a series of staggers from what seemed like one safe place to another. Like lily pads round and green these places summoned and then held me up while I grew. Each prepared me for the next leaf on which I would land and in this way I moved across the swamp of doubt and fear.