To their great joy, however, when it grew dark they discovered that they were in phosphorescent waters and that each dangerous wave rolled up crested with light which made it as clearly visible as if it were mid-day.
So it is that life's dreaded experiences, when we meet them, carry in themselves the light which takes away the peril and the terror.

The night of sorrow comes with its own lamp of comfort.

The hour of weakness brings its own secret of strength.

By the brink of the bitter fountain itself grows the tree whose branch will heal the waters.

The wilderness with its hunger and no harvest has daily manna.