Stress

The more I stress about everything else the more I feel I need a cigarette. It is a vicious circle that continues, I have decided I do not know how to break this circle. I know when I smoked I stressed just as bad as I stress now, but the brain does not want believe facts.
What a fantastic body part The Lord created! I know when my mother died ( some of you may choose to believe or not believe) the pain that it looked like my mother experiencing was a nightmare that kept reappearing to me long after my mother died. One night I went to bed and my mother appeared to me, and she told me that her spirit had already left that worn out old body. That God had created such a marvelous thing that the physical body continues to fight to survive. She told me that she had already joined The Lord and my dad in heaven and she was so sorry that we continued to watch that old body fight death!
I still believe the only way I will defeat my demon of smoking is by praying. I continue to pray and I know The Lord is listening.