I want to share with you a story of how the power of prayer worked in my life.
I came from a family of smokers. Both my parents and my older sister and her husband smoked. I remember the smell of nicotine on my Dad's hands from when I was small enough to be eye level with them. It didn't repulse me. I loved that smell and I didn't even know what it was. Anyway ,the year I turned ten me and my friend Amber snuck up to her room with some ill gotten cigarettes (sorry Lisa)! So we light up and poor Amber gets sick immediately. Then there was me- I loved it from the first puff. Sometimes I think I was born to it. My Dad had started sneaking cigarette butts at five.
By fourteen I was a pack a day smoker. And I was usually stealing them. (Tales of a teenage delinquent)
Then by fifteen my parents had given up trying to stop me and started buying my cigarettes so I would stop stealing them. I make no excuses for myself. I was addicted and was going to get them one way or another.
Next I was pregnant with Andrew and they tell me I have to quit. They may as well have told me to hack off my own arm with a steak knife. To make a long story shorter I was living in the hospital and was forced to quit. As soon as he was born I started again. The addiction is not in the nicotine alone that's for sure.
When I found out I was pregnant with Krystal I started weaning myself off them and had quit by the time she was born. I started again as soon as she was born.
I had been smoking outside from the time Andrew was
born. Every winter I would get pneumonia but did I want to quit? NOOOOOOOOOOO!
Knowing it was bad for was not enough to make me not want it. My husband had already quit and hated my habit.
I loved to smoke- I don't know how else to put it.
So I started praying. I prayed that God would make me not love to smoke anymore. I know just praying to quit was not enough. I needed to not desire it.
It took about a year-I was living with my parents (bad time in my life) with a house full of smokers.
I got up grabbed a brand new pack of smokes. ( I was a two pack a day smoker.)
I opened it up -and realized I didn't smoke anymore!
It was just gone absolutely gone!
I can't take credit for it- God did it, I was healed and I was a non smoker.
No withdrawals, no cravings ,nothing, it was just gone.
Let me tell you -I am a believer in the power of prayer.
I don't believe you always get what you want when you pray. I do believe that when it is aligned with Gods plans for us we will see miracles!