Healed of Smoking Addiction

My father was a heavy smoker, so I grew up believing that smoking must be good and fun. As children, my brother and I often stole his cigarettes, and then hid in the bathroom to smoke. We thought it was really cool.

Later in my youth, my father left my family. My mother then had to work to support the family, so my brother and I were left alone most of the time. That was the beginning of my troubled teenage years. At about 13 years old, I picked up smoking. Later on I also got involved in the party scene and started using drugs and alcohol.

Praise the Lord, my brother found the truth and told me about God. I received the Holy Spirit with the evidence of speaking in tongues and got myself baptised.

That was when I realised that I didn’t have to smoke anymore to feel good; I have Jesus in my life! I threw all my cigarettes and lighters away. I didn’t even have withdrawal symptoms. It has been 21 years since then and I am now a happy wife and mother in the Lord.