since I had set my face toward the Christian life and I was still in the
fog.

But I was weary with the effort, and as I thought it over, I said to
myself "What are you trying to do?" and the answer was, "I am trying to
be a Christian." Then it dawned upon me that _trying_ was not
_trusting_; that, if I succeeded in my effort, I should have only a
self-made product and not the religion of the Bible and that it was
unreasonable for me to expect the results of faith before exercising
faith itself. I was stumbling at the very simplicity of faith. I was
working to win what God was waiting to give, while my latent faculty of
faith, the greatest asset in personality, was lying worthless through
disuse. I thought of my experience on the ocean, when finally, helpless
to help myself, I had left my whole problem with the Pilot and He had
taken command and brought us through to safety, and so I deliberately
gave up the struggle and said to myself, "It is right for me to serve
God and to live for Him, and I will do it whether I have what they call
an 'experience' or not." And, having settled the question, I dismissed
it and waited for instructions.

[Illustration: It Came as Quietly as the Daylight Comes When the Night
is Done]

And then something happened, for, from without, surprising me with its
presence, like the discovery of a welcome but unexpected guest, there
came into my life a deep, great, overflowing peace. I had never known it
before, and therefore I could not by any possibility have imagined it;
but, I recognized it as something from God. It was not sensational, it
came quietly; as quietly "as the daylight comes when the night is done."
It was not emotional, unless it was in itself an emotion. But emotions