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I recently read and wrote a book review for Crave by Chris Tomlinson. Harvest House gave me two copies of the book, one to review and one to give away to one of my blog readers. Here’s how to enter.
Leave a comment answering the following question: What is one thing you crave (or used to crave) at the start of a new school year? I don’t care if the craving was when you were in elementary school or grad school.
Personally I was always dying for a good game of kickball.
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I craved to be the most popular..who didn’t though! 6th & 7th grade I wanted to be a cheerleader, but was terrified to try out, even after going through camp! Now I have to laugh that all I really wanted it for was to again “be most popular”.
hmmm…I craved respect, which before 10th grade, it presented itself in my desire to be more popular and a better athlete (in spite of my shortness). I didn’t have alot going for me in the things that make me normally popular (I was short and very shy when I was younger, and nobody really likes the nerdy kid), so I worked on the latter alot when I was younger. I would play like 2 sports at a time (soccer and flag football, soccer and basketball, track/cross country). My team won the 5th grade flag football Tourney in Marion county (I scored two touchdowns in one game and one in another during the tourney, and i was very proud of it), but other than that the teams that I was on were not very good. I call this the Tracy Mcgrady syndrome (not that I was a dominant athlete, but I was very good at soccer at the time and for my age, a couple times the best player on the team). Being on relatively average teams took a toll on my self respect (especially with some bad coaches), to the point that I actually quit playing sports for a couple years, until I got into running when I was 14.
- Aaron.
I’ll answer the question by not answering it.
I don’t know that “crave” is an emotion that I’ve had towards school or anything else in life. The education portion of my life was just what I had to do at the time. It was never difficult, I always had an adequate amount of friends and it seemed fairly fun and enjoyable.
I guess I don’t desire things enough to “crave” them, as that seems like an emotion which requires disappointment if said goal isn’t reached. I try stuff, see what happens, and deal with it later when I fail. Rinse and repeat each day for new attempts and failings.
One of the key lies I believed growing up was, “I have to stand out to be significant.” So I craved the opportunity to do something that would make me stand out from the crowd and be noticed… that was always difficult at the start of school so I craved it most then, especially those years when I changed schools.
What a delight to enter into a relationship with God (the first week of my freshman year of college – coming up on my 28th anniversary next week!!!) and learn my significance isn’t based on my performance or the recognition of others (though in truth I’m still learning this…). And I find there’s a direct inverse relationship – the more I embrace the truth of who I am in Him, the less I struggle with this craving.
p.s. love the Futch wedding video! :0) thanks for sharing!
The last day of classes.
In elementary school, I craved new art supplies. I loved getting that list from the teacher that said I “had to” buy new markers, crayons, that wierd protractor thing that no one ever uses again in life! I craved to have the newest trapper keeper design, and Lisa Frank folders. As I think about it now, it was a combo of wanting to have stuff to create with and also things that gave me a whole new world of possibilities for what the new year would hold.
On a side note, I also craved that I would have a nickname..and that the nickname would be RC Cola. A life long dream that only few caught on too:)