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It was a cool thing growing up in the fifties and to smoke cigarettes. My parents both smoked, as did my Grandfather; who we lived with. So at the age of sixteen, I was smoking Lucky Strikes along with all my friends. My Dad said to me one night, “I know you are smoking as your teeth are turning yellow.” The next statement out of his mouth was, “If you are going to smoke, then smoke in front of us.” It took a lot of courage and a friend staying overnight to be able to gather up the nerve to have a cigarette in front of my parents.

Then the announcement came out how smoking is so bad for your health. Second hand smoke is even worse. Well by this time I was so addicted to this nasty habit. I can honestly say that I had spent over a thousand dollars trying to stop. Some of the ways to help me kick this habit were acupuncture, hypnotism and various pills to stop the urge and desire to which none helped. Also included in my war against smoking was a free program that AT&T offered their employees. This program was called Smoke Enders. In the middle of these sessions, I was ready to quit but because of how the program worked, they did not want you to stop at that point. Not quitting when I felt led too during this program actually hurt me more than it helped me; for I continued smoking after the program ended.

I would cut down for a while and then I would double up to catch up. I struggled so much with withdrawal pains and cravings. In 1991 at a prayer meeting with Mary, the Prophetess, she came over to me and was laughing and said, “The Lord is showing me a long cigarette coming out of your mouth and He is breaking it.” I too started laughing as she had a contagious laugh and she saw the humor of this vision.

This one particular evening in May 2009 while driving home from a meeting, I had one cigarette with me. When I took one puff, my chest started to hurt so much and my right leg went numb all the way down into my foot. I refused to pull the car over to the side of the road as I was afraid I was going to die. I threw the cigarette away and started to pray in *tongues and then cried out to the Lord. “Please Lord do not let me die.” I drove very slowly while I was praying and promised the Father that I would never take even a puff from a cigarette for the rest of my life if He let me live.

Since that day in May of 2009, I have not had any desire to smoke. I have not had any withdrawals or cravings and the smell of smoke I find very offensive. Not having any of the usual problems when giving up smoking after fifty-five years of putting that horrible smoke into my body is a miracle in itself. The majority of people have some type of withdrawal symptoms. I serve a Great God.

Yes, I believe God gave me another miracle in my life. Galatians 3:5 He therefore that ministereth to you the Spirit, and worketh miracles among you, doeth he it by the works of the law, or by the hearing of faith. What an awesome God we serve.

*Speaking in tongues is found in 1Corinthians 12:10 to another divers kinds of tongues. This is a heavenly language given by the Holy Spirit for a Born Again Believer who prays to our Father in heaven that the enemy cannot understand and intervene.