My real name is Phoebe. I am isolated from other Bible-believing Christians right now due to rather difficult circumstances that I will not burden you with. But the past couple of years has been full of instability, trouble and grief for me that I began to backslide in my faith walk very gradually, culminating in the last 3 months. The Lord had in the past delivered me from nicotine addiction, but to my horror, the dreadful urge to smoke has returned and I am sorry to confess that I had succumbed... I have cried out to the Lord for forgiveness and deliverance, but to tell the truth, it has become so very very hard to fight it. I KNOW I need prayers. I am hoping and prayng that some kind compassionate Christian would pray for me - for the Lord to deliver me yet again from this monster nicotine. Will you pray? If not, God bless you anway.

Hello Sister and welcome to the website.

Know that you are not alone in this, that God is with you, even if you don't FEEL like He is there, He is, He said so.

He said, 'I will never leave you nor forsake you.'

God is faithful to His word.

I do hope you find a group of believers to worship with, and I will pray for your deliverance from nicotine.

God bless.

Sister Enid

Welcome Phoebe!

_________________
Lisa

Hello in return and thanks for asking. I will pray for you. The Lord delivered me from a different kind of nicotine addiction. All things are possible to him who believes, Jesus said.

Thank you Koholeth. I do need your prayers.

Lysa,

Thank you for what you have shared - it is encouraging me GREATLY... and yes, that part where you said anger precipitated the urge to smike again --- the same thing happened to m, although it was more than anger; it was a while heap of emotion including anxiety. PLease continue to pray for me for right now, my faith is not all that strong...

Blessings,

Phoebe

Thank you Enid. I cannot express how much it means to me to be reminded of God's promise that He will never leave me nor forsake me. Enid, please continue to pray for me. The Lord bless you,
Phoebe

[u][b]Filled and brought low [/b][/u]

I see this mountain before me
This sin, this addiction
The one that so easily besets me
O' where will my help come from
These giants so big
And I like grasshoppers be
Who will take me into the Promised Land?
Who will give me victory?
Who will help me overcome?
From the depths I cry out
No help seems near
Neither from the east nor the west
From the north or the south
In desperation nowhere to turn around
In the valley darkness surrounds
And I turn my head upwards
And I think I sense a gentle breeze
As if all of heaven sigh – “at last”
At last heaven rejoices
And I think I hear a gentle voice
And I speak it out loud
What is being written in my heart;
"I lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the Lord,
which made heaven and earth."
At last I believe
At last I confess
At last I take Him at His word,
No feelings or thoughts
No dark clouds of doubts
Disguised in the garb of reality
Can hide this simple fact,
He has said it
And so it will be,
I have called on His name
And so I will be saved,
From this besetting sin;
At last the seed that was sown
Has died to give life,
The grain of wheat
The mustard seed
Has surrendered itself,
"For the law of the Spirit of life
In Christ Jesus has set me free
From the law of sin and death."