The one believed in is not a figure outside a person. It is the human imagination, God himself, and to know him is to trust that power implicitly, without shame, whatever the present hardship reports. What has been committed to him is a desire, an assumed state handed over to be kept and brought to pass, and the confidence here is that imagination is fully able to hold it safe until its hour arrives.
The suffering is not a mistake to be ashamed of; it is the pressure a person feels while the buried pattern within works toward its unfolding. To be persuaded is to have moved past hoping into knowing. A man who has once proved that his own imagination is God rests in that knowing, certain that what he entrusted to it will be kept against the day it appears.