Pooh Bear is my favorite philosopher, which I've mentioned before--here, for instance, and here, and here...
I mean, you've just got to love that silly old bear and the way he floats through life with nary a care.
I tend to let the cares of the world get to me too often, to worry about a future I can't control; but that's just human nature, I guess. Or my nature, anyway. My blogging (as well as real life) friend Kate tackled this topic in a recent blog post. She writes, "The strength I draw from prayer is enormous, a sense of stillness and comfort completely envelops me as I direct my worried thoughts to God."
So that's the answer, dear readers: prayer, prayer, and more prayer--and faith that God will help us get through the trying times and face the unsure future--that spooky "phantom"!--with serenity.
(Oh, and maybe a little dose of Pooh's wisdom every now and then, too. That could certainly never hurt. And neither could a snackerel of something sweet, to keep your tumbly from getting too rumbly.)