This has been the longest 2 weeks ever.
That little voice that tells me “just one time” or “just tonight” or... “you’ve conquered addiction for 13 days, you can surely do it again”, keeps nagging at me.
The thought that if I vape the pain, anxiety and sadness in my heart will disappear. That magically everything that is weighing me down will be lifted and I’ll be transported into a euphoric state.
The lies of the enemy are trying to steal my quit and keep me addicted.
I remind myself that I can go vape, but I’m choosing not to do that today.
Today I’m going to sit in all of it. I’m going to sit in the muck that I’ve created and covered with nicotine bandaid’s.
I’m going to lift it up and submit it to God.
Just for today, I’m going to have control and grace.