Well if I do manage to give up cigarettes I shall thank you for your kind wishes
Rather than stand by, and watch you remain in this bondage, allow me to tell you of my experience:
When I was very young 14-19 I was exposed to Christianity through various sincere but diverse people and groups. In the end I stubbornly investigated for myself and became a 'Born Again/Baptist'. I was immediately delivered from an almost ten year smoking habit 'cold turkey', with no problems.
Although enthusiastic however, my lack of solid foundation made me susceptable to a 'backsliding lapse' due to heavy stresses and intense cultural (advertisements/incitements) and peer pressure. I began to smoke again, actually emboldened by my easy experience in quitting, and the obvious oral fixation/pleasure rush of the cocaine-like addictive drug (cigarettes).
Now I was the most unhappy Christian of all. I could not really associate with my Christian friends, because I was ashamed, and my former friends/acquantances were worthless except as co-dependants and enablers, leaving me hopelessly trapped in a self-loathing rut.
I was actually afraid and too embarrassed to even pray to God to help me again, since I had done it once already, and then relapsed so easily, selfishly,and stupidly. Like Adam in the Garden when God called, "What's up?" I was engaging in procrastination and 'hiding' behaviour.
Finally, I realized I was like the lepers outside the city under siege. I had nowhere to go but up! and like the disciples, I had nowhere to turn but to Jesus. With the pessimism of Thomas I went back to the Big Guy and asked again.
In my mind, two simple questions seemed to be handed to me from above to ponder: I cannot quite describe this 'gift'. I wasn't pressured or pushed into any action at all. Instead, like a fool or wiseman who finds just ONE proverb a lifetime of study and practise, I wandered off with question one:
(1) Do I really want to quit? There was something inside me that knew that any real result that had stability would be based upon the answer to this question. So I wandered about asking this question to myself secretly in a quiet and relaxed way, everytime I bought a pack, lit a match, sat down and took out a smoke, or had someone offer me one or mooch one off me. I truly didn't know the answer. Then after about a month of simply pondering without any push or effort one way or another, a switch seemed to be thrown inside me, and a light went on: Of course I wanted to quit. I hated this slavery, and crippling dependancy. I was overjoyed, just knowing the answer to the question. I almost felt like celebrating over this.
Then there was a real pause in my life: Like a mini-version of the 'Silence in Heaven for an hour' in Revelation, I felt like I stood at the edge of a cliff: And the Second Question slowly marched its way in and took the center stage.
(2) Can I quit? And this question was the scarey one. I had the shakes thinking about it. Again, I had no strategy other than to just walk around with this new 'friend'. We didn't talk much. I realised it was a multilayered question, (a) Can I quit? - meaning physically can I carry out whatever is required, and (b) Can I quit? - meaning Do I have permission to quit from God? - after screwing up so badly the first time? The most frightening part. Anyway, my new friend, Question Two and I went everywhere together, and all I could do was just stare at him. I would often talk to him alot over coffee, but he was always the same. This went on for another month or so without any change, just like my adventure with Question One.
Then "DING!" I received the okay: I knew the answer! Of course I can! My heart truly skipped a beat, and I danced around and celebrated. I quit 'cold turkey' again, and went through a week of 'hell', then a month of 'little hell', then a six month period of 'break your stupid habits hell', like pawing for my non-existant cigarettes absentmindedly in my chest pocket.
But this time it was actually easier in some way, even though it was alot harder physically. I had been through it all before, and there was no fear or uncertainty whatever in what was to come, or whether I could step through the steps: my footprints were already in the snow.
I didn't get the same supernatural help I did the first time as a 'born-again kid Christian', but instead it was a hard, careful walk toward the road I knew I was actually supposed to be on. This time, I was learning a whole different set of lessons, starting with humiliation and humility,
...and it was good.
And if you want to quit smoking, and be in a different place than where you are in your walk you can easily do it, and God will be on your side. I can't really help you quit smoking, but I can tell you that God can and wants to. He may have a totally different method for you, I don't know. But this is what happened to me.
I hope it gives you hope and encouragement, whatever you and God decide to do.
Peace, from a fellow ex-smoker.
Remember,
"Kissing a girl who smokes is like licking an ashtray."
And I am sure you've already stooped to rolling disgusting butts from the ashtray and picking up half chewed smokes from the ground when you ran out...or you haven't hit bottom that hard yet. But you don't have to drive a car into a tree to figure out that is stupid. You can just watch someone else do it, once.