It would be a good habit, I think, to begin each day as a recovering addict with the words of David from Psalm 7:1 on one’s lips:
O Lord my God, in you do I take refuge; save me from all my pursuers and deliver me, lest like a lion they tear my soul apart, rending it in pieces, with none to deliver.
This has every thing an addict needs to make it through the day, particularly if it is one ripe with temptation or withdrawal sighs. You know those sighs, right? The lingering, dying gasps of what has been your security blanket for so long. The mourning that naturally follows saying good-bye to one’s best, and only, friend.
When I feel this way I need to find my resolve and refuge in God. I need to remind myself that my addiction or compulsion is not my friend at all but my sworn enemy who, like a lion, will tear my soul apart, rending it in pieces, with none to deliver.
I need to remind myself in no uncertain terms that I am dealing with an enemy who is cunning and baffling and hell-bent on destroying me. Flirting with it will not end well for me. I have collected enough data over the years when trying to “control” my habit to prove that the lion is stronger than my willpower. Another trial run won’t prove otherwise.
So, take refuge in your God this day and remember that the lion has nothing but death to offer you.