Leaving in the morning. Had to write this tonight.
One year ago, two days time... 7/27/11.
I'll never forget the day God walked me through the process of quitting smoking.
Some times God answers our cry for help in the most unusual ways.
But here I am. CHANGED. Smoke-free.
But here I am. CHANGED. Free to live the life God has returned to me.
Every day I feel a twinge, a shot of pain, a muscle ache, phantom symptoms...
I am reminded of the healing hand of God; the mercy and grace and love
He pours into this unworthy man's life.
But I am at peace. That doesn't mean I don't have moments
of fear... or doubt... or panic; It drives me, wills me, places me
square into the arms of the only one who loves perfectly.
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7 NIV
Nothing can convince me otherwise... my heart bears the proof.