Broken Escalators: The Day All My Dreams Came True, And I Hated It

Chapter 3: The Day All My Dreams Came True And I Hated It.

In this world, there are many things we crave. For some of us, it’s pizza and sweet tea. For others, it’s chocolate covered potato chips with a side of ice cream. To me, a juicy steak and loaded baked potato has never sounded like a bad idea. In fact, I love just about everything a girl can put in her mouth.

For years, Dr. Pepper was my ‘food’ of choice- my morning wake up call. I don’t know if it was the caffeine or the sugar, but the pleasure I derived from a single sip made me crave it all the more.

Fortunately, not all of my cravings are bad. Some actually go much deeper than what I goes into my stomach. I crave things like good health, a happy heart, an amazing marriage and obedient children, too. I want for a nice car, a beautifully decorated home and landscaping that looks like HGTV got a hold of my yard.

Yes… We crave a myriad of different things… prominent positions, perfect curls and hour glass figures. We want for “all expense paid” vacations and winning lottery tickets too. We desire complements, praise and prestige. We want to be seen. We desire to be noticed; to be needed and to feel loved.

In truth, we long for all kinds of things- things we believe will bring us the ultimate satisfaction. “Once I have this thing,” we tell ourselves, “then I will truly be happy.” But then “that thing” arrives and we are left feeling empty still.

Why is this?

Why do all the things we believe will satisfy, leave us still wanting for more?

In this week’s podcast, based off chapter three of Peter Haas’ book, “Broken Escalators,” Emily Moore will let us in on the answer to these questions and more. I hope you will take a few minutes to listen in. No doubt, you will be refreshed through her words that are so rightly spoken.

Psalm 62:1 (NIV), “Truly my soul finds rest in God; my salvation comes from Him.”

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