I started smoking at 25 (that’s funny because that’s when people sober up from college and think about starting afresh). Anyway, I quit smoking on the 18th of last month (9-18-2016) after close to 2 decades. I figured by now I should be comfortably on my way, having overcome the hunger pangs for my craving for nicotine. But no such thing has happened yet. My body still yearns for one last drag of the cigarette, but I have been doing the last drag for the last 18 years, so I should know by now that the last drag is not going to fix my hunger. The only way to quench the fire is by denying it the fuel it needs. So I must trudge on bravely, knowing that I must make the last 20 days fighting count till my last breath.
Let us become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up
After your season of suffering , GOD in all his grace will Restore, Confirm, strengthen and establish you.
1 Peter 5:10