My dear, Every morning I get up and ask of God, “Make me so uncomfortable that I will do the very thing I fear.” I do not ask of treasures. Or pleasures. For I will not grow if I am handed my wants and needs. I will not learn how to feed myself if I am fed. What will make me grow is in my doing of things that I abhor. Things I detest. Things that worry me. Things that bring an unease upon me… That’s why everyday I...