I had a rough night last night, I am not a crier and I was teary eyed and feeling sorry for myself. I felt angry that I cannot smoke. I wanted so much to go get a pack of cigarettes and then I reminded myself of how awful it would taste and the smell, and the reaction of my already suffering lungs and I fought through, and survived another day.
I tell you it is by the grace of God I made it through another day. I asked God to put Satan behind me and let me make my choices about being healthy. God reigns and with His help I will be healthy and straying strong. I am not lost, just journeying.
I know temptations will come, like tonight we have a Packer party to go to and all but 2 people, 3 counting me are smokers. It will be a testament and I think a positive way to show that this can be done and am proud. I know I can persevere.
Go Packers!
