The American Dream. 

It's what we all long and hope for. What we spend our whole lives trying to achieve, or in some cases what gets handed to us without very much work at all. It's what many of our forefathers came to North America for, and what we've stayed for. It's what we hope for our children and what has become the central focal point of many of our lives.

This may come as a shock to you, but I don't want the "American Dream" for my life.

His goal was to conquer all non-Greek peoples, to "the ends of the world and the Great Outer Sea." He built his life around world domination. To this end, he conquered the entire Persian Empire and parts of India before finally being turned back by a revolt of his men. Yet he was never once defeated in battle. Nothing would prevent him from achieving greatness. Any sign of misbehaviour or disloyalty from one of his men and that man was immediately executed. He was unstoppable. He even went so far as to allude to his divinity. And yet Alexander the Great died at the age of 32, still craving more power.

The story is as old as the human race itself.
We all have cravings. 

I crave assurance. Assurance that at the end of all this financial partnership-building I'm doing, I'll actually reach my financial support goal and be able to do the work I've stepped out in faith to do. I crave assurance that that will take place before coming to the point of giving up a year from now (although it's likely I wouldn't). I crave assurance, basically, that I won't fail. That God really is in control of this whole thing. Honest, isn't it?

That's not the only thing I crave. At times in my life, I have craved companionship. I've craved purpose. I've craved activity, food, rest, entertainment, root beer, love, and even just to be liked.