After 45 Years She Was Miraculously Cured Of Her Cigarette Addiction

Sharon Jessie Eldershaw-Agius shared her miracle story with me via a comment on my miracle story video ad. After 45 years of being addicted to cigarettes, she was miraculously cured after having a frightening dream.

I have experienced many miracles; the first one, I knew in that moment God was real and the Lord is my Savior. I worked at a hospital, and I smoked a lot of cigarettes. They called me the poster girl for smokers because I loved everything about them. I loved the taste, the smell—I loved cigs. I never had any desire to give them up. I smoked for 45 years and was up to 45 cigs a day. My husband really wanted me to stop, but I enjoyed them that much.

Well, I had just begun going to church. Mind you, I had been a believer all my life; I just didn’t find a church I liked. But my husband found one he liked, so I went. Well, one day at home on TV, a man was telling a preacher how he had given up everything for the Lord, but he couldn’t give up smoking. So the pastor told him to rely on God—every time you smoke one, say, “Help me, Lord, to stop.” A year later, he wasn’t smoking anymore.

So, as a joke—like I said, I had no desire to stop, but thought, okay, to show it doesn’t work and miracles are no more—I made a commitment to the Lord, my pastor, and my husband that for six weeks, while I am smoking, each time I smoke I will say, “Thank you, Jesus, for freeing me from the bondage of cig.” I forgot at times, but did it—even opening a new package of cigs—without saying those words: “Thank you, Jesus, for freeing me from the bondage of cigs.”

I didn’t feel any different. I was still enjoying the taste and smell, so I was certain it wasn’t going to work. Well, let me tell you—six weeks to the start date, I had a dream. I was in a black and grey marble room, and I was seated, like leaning against a chair arm. A voice from behind me, powerful yet kind, said, “This is what it will be like if you don’t stop.” He never mentioned smoking. And I replied, “But I can’t breathe well.” The voice said, “Tough. This is what it will be like if you don’t stop it.” I said, “Well, I can’t breathe, so I would rather die,” but I was afraid. The voice replied, “Tough. You will live even if you don’t stop.”

I woke, and it was 3:33 a.m., and I woke my husband and said, “I will never smoke another cig again.” He laughed and said, “It’s okay, hon. Go back to sleep.” Well, I have not had the desire to smoke since that day. I can still be around those that do. The smell still smells good to me. God took my desire away from the bondage I was in. Amen.

I have shared this with others—some have stopped smoking, some drinking, some stopped biting their nails—and I tell them to do it for six weeks, and they do. One of my friends would get mad at me because she wanted to know what I used, and I told her, and she would become more angry because she didn’t believe. My children would come to visit—surprise visits—to catch me, because they were certain I would be walking around an old lady with an oxygen tank and a cig, saying, “Do you think this is safe?” Lol.

God is good. Sept. 3, 2012 was the last time I ever smoked.