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This week, Lynn Mitchell tells how she conquered smoking.
A little over 10 years ago I was a chain smoker. I was up to three packs of cigarettes a day. I smoked one cigarette right after another.
One day my husband and I drove up to Missionary Ridge to watch the fireworks one Fourth of July. I could barely walk up the hill, much less catch my breath. I never said a word to my husband that I was experiencing this. I knew in my heart without an ounce of doubt that if I did not stop smoking I was going to die.
I started praying and asking God that if he would just take that desire to smoke away from me, I would never pick up another cigarette because I knew I was going to die. I made that promise to him. I prayed for three solid months every day. Every Wednesday when I got paid I would buy a carton and a half of cigarettes.
On this particular Wednesday, I did not go to buy more cigarettes. I never gave it a thought, nor did I realize at that moment God had answered my prayers. It wasn't until I smoked my last cigarette at 5 o'clock that following Friday afternoon and never picked up another cigarette to this day that I knew God saved my life.
To this day, all glory goes to God for that because there was no way I could have ever done that on my own.
— Lynn Mitchell