Galatians 5:1

I have quit smoking, again. "Again" is the main word in that sentence. I had not smoked in years, but I picked up again when I lost my job. Then I quit for a couple days before my new job seemed to push me to an emotional cliff. Then I quit again a month or so later for a couple of weeks before a bad night at work when I ripped my patch off and bummed a smoke from a client. Talk about insanity. So, once again, I begin this journey, seeking freedom. For those of you who know me well, I researched whether God would really have a problem with me smoking, whether it was indeed a sin. My husband, both annoyed with the nasty habit and my lack of perseverance, is convinced it is a sin. Here is the heart of the issue: my heart. Watching Lord of the Rings today, I am confronted with this. Gollum, the dreadful beast that covets the Ring, "my precious," was a very typical silly, fun-loving hobbit until the Ring happened upon his fishing buddy....