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Off The Hook

“You’re my best friend” Marcie told me, lifting the red book in her hands. “I’m worried about you. You have got to quit smoking!”  She held the self-help book out to me and said, “This book really helped my husband quit. Maybe it’ll work for you too.”

          I sighed. My husband and children had been nagging me for years, my conscience told me daily what a disappointment I must be to God, now my dearest friend was stepping up to plague me as well. The problem with my trying to quit was twofold: First, I had been smoking since I was 15. Over the years I had tried numerous times before—aversion therapy, hypnosis and many attempts at going cold turkey, but the cravings were so intense and my willpower so weak, I would be miserable and only last a week or two before giving in. Second, I had struggled with chronic depression for many years and each attempt to quit smoking would trigger an episode, exacerbating feelings of hopelessness and despair.

          “Thanks, Marce,” I said, taking the book with what I hoped would pass for a grateful smile. “I’m kind of busy lately but I’ll get to it as soon as I can.” After she left, I took the book and set it dutifully on the coffee table where it sat, radiating guilt vibes. “Leave me alone,” I muttered. “I’m happy smoking. I don’t want to quit.” 

          But I wasn’t happy smoking, and I did want to quit. I hated knowing I was addicted to something as stupid as lighting a cylinder of toxic leaves and sucking smoke down into my lungs. And I knew I was playing Russian roulette with cancer. But when a craving crept in, none of that seemed to matter.

          I covered the book with a magazine, grabbed my cigarettes and went outside.

          Months passed. I shuffled the book from one end of the coffee table to the other, studiously ignoring the bright red cover’s title, “Hooked But Not Helpless”. Each time Marcie asked if I’d read the book, I’d mutter, “Soon.”

          One day, in the midst of a devastating bout of depression—sadness and despair so deep that rising from bed in the morning seemed like a mountain too high to climb—I felt strangely compelled to pick it up.  In resignation, I started to read. At least I’ll be able to give it back to Marcie, I thought, and get it off my coffee table.

          Hours later, I finished the book. Its premise for overcoming smoking addiction had been simple but innovative, teaching the reader how to change thinking patterns about smoking, and including good strategies for dealing with feelings of deprivation. Sitting back, I found myself experiencing an unfamiliar feeling…hope.

          On the heels of that feeling came an unquestionable knowing: God wanted me to quit.  I put my head in my hands and groaned.

          “No way, God!”  The very idea made me mad. “I can’t do it. You know I can’t!”

          But the knowing persisted. And it wouldn’t leave me alone. Finally, I threw the book down on the table and, I’m embarrassed to say, issued a very irreverent ultimatum: “Apparently you want me to quit smoking, even though you know I’m drowning in depression down here. Well, I think it’s completely unfair of you to even suggest it, but here’s the deal: I’ll try—but I’m telling you this—if I do, You have to do it all. I mean every bit of it. If I have one craving, I’m giving in and smoking.” 

          God, His usual, enigmatic self, didn’t say a word.

          I got up, put my pack of cigarettes into a drawer and resigned myself to the misery of deprivation.

          The rest of the day passed. The family came home and we ate dinner, watched TV and went to bed.  Morning came and we all arose and went about our routines. My husband went off to work, the kids left for school and I busied myself with cleaning, laundry and my usual chores. Throughout the day, I kept having the strange feeling that I was forgetting something. I’d stop what I was doing, think, scratch my head, then when nothing came to mind, shrug and go about my work.  It took about two days of this before I realized…I wasn’t smoking! Not only wasn’t I smoking, I had totally forgotten about it! Shocked and wary, I searched my mind for any craving for the cigarettes that had been ruling my life for so long…nothing. I had absolutely no interest in smoking.

          God, in His kindness and mercy, had heard my disrespectful, downright rude prayer…and had answered. “Yes,” He said, “I accept your deal. You try, I’ll do the rest.”

          That was twenty years ago. I have never had a craving, have never missed smoking, and have never been tempted by being around someone who does. It is as if I had never smoked.  Not a day goes by that I’m not awestruck at the magnitude of this miracle, and filled with gratitude—I’m off the hook! Thirty-five years of bondage, broken in a moment by an irreverent, even faithless prayer. And I understand now that our Father listens to and answers His children’s supplications no matter what emotional state we are in when we call out.  

          So the next time you feel like you’re all alone in the world and God’s too busy or disinterested to listen to little you and your problems, He isn’t. Pray anyway. What do you have to lose?  

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10 comments on “Off The Hook

  1. Tina, I loved this story and wished I could read it again. Thank you! What a story! Berta

  2. And your miracle also become my miracle! I will forever give thanks to God for our friendship!

  3. I too, my friend! I’m so happy you’re off the hook now too! 🙂

  4. I had no idea that you smoked. God does bring us “through it!” You are such an inspiration for others. We are all on a journey and God is always there with us. Thank you God for giving Tina the gift of writing so that when she tells her story, others know they are not alone in their struggles no matter what our ‘demons’ are Love ya, sister in Christ!

  5. Love you right back, Leslie! I’m so blessed…God dictates, I write down what He tells me and voila…stories! I love being on His team! And I love that you’re with me on the team.

  6. You are amazing miss Tina and for Freddie taking such good care of you… Keep up the good work the Lord is using you well… Hugs and Love…. Steve and Dotti
    P. S. your stories are awesome : )

  7. FINALLY read this! Thanks for the prompt. Congrats on its publication. The power in this is your willingness to let us in and experience the miracle with you. Many mahalos for stories that inspire!

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