The Faith of a Marsh-Wiggle

In The Silver Chair, Puddleglum, a Marsh-Wiggle of Narnia, and his fellow travelers, Edmund and Jill, along with Prince Caspian, find themselves under the enchantment of a witch who is trying to make them forget all about everything they've ever known, except for the dark world which she has created.
Just as all hope seems lost, Puddleglum proclaims:

"One word, Ma'am, one word. All you've been saying is quite right, I shouldn't wonder. I'm a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won't deny any of what you said. But there's one thing more to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things--trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. Four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play-world. I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia."

Sometimes, having faith seems like the dumbest, most unreasonable thing that can be done. It is in those times that having faith is really the smartest, most reasonable thing that can be done.

When life throws a curveball (and even when it doesn't), all it takes is the faith of a mustard seed--the faith of a child--the faith of a Marsh-Wiggle.