I was born with a bottle of decongesting nasal spray in my hand. I can't
remember a day when I didn't have a bottle of that poison, and I was
taught to use its spray three times a day. Since, as I would quickly
learn, I couldn't breathe without it, I did as I was told!
I had
no idea at the time that most of my mother's side of the family had
deviated nasal septums. This label sure sounds alien, don't you think?
All it means to me is that one side of my nose is large enough to host a
party, while the other side is rather insignificant; and when my nose
switches over to this little side, I can't breathe! Nasal decongesting
spray to the rescue!
The first time I became aware that this was
perhaps a serious problem was the day I visited my uncle, my mother's
brother, in the hospital. I was around 12 years old at the time, and it
didn't make sense when he told me that he had to have his nose broken by
doctors so that it would be straight. To me, his nose always seemed
straight. What was he talking about?
Eventually as I got older, I
became aware that these little bottles of decongesting nasal spray were
far from being my friends. I tried to wean myself off them, but without
success. One time I managed to stay off of them for a few years; but
nighttime was brutal. When it was the turn of the small side of my nose
to take the primary burden of breathing, it couldn't stand up to the
task and it collapsed instead!
The day I had my panic attack, I
decided that it was time to put these bottles of decongestant nasal
sprays to rest for good. I couldn't sleep anyway, so why not make myself
totally miserable? My tactic, however, was quite different than what I
had tried before. Instead of relying on my own efforts, I prayed for
wisdom, depending solely on God.
A few days later I discovered
the existence of nose cones. One of these in my dwarf nostril at night
would allow me, for the first time in my life, to breathe without nasal
spray from the small side of my nose. I became a new man. One who, I am
proud to say, is completely free of these annoying little bottles that
used to hold me captive.
Looking back, although I sure didn't
relish that panic attack that evening, I thank God for letting me go
through it. Not only did God free me from my addiction since birth; not
only did He teach me how to breathe; He also taught me how to walk
closer to Him than ever before.
You may be going through some
dark times. Look beyond the darkness and see God's light shining
brightly towards you. He will lead you to freedom and a peace out of
this world. Truly, Paul was so correct when he wrote: "And we know that
in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have
been called according to his purpose." (Romans 8:28, NIV)
Learn
to breathe from the Lord. Refreshing air from God's Holy Spirit will
fill you completely! We were not born for addictions, but rather, to
experience God fully in our everyday walk with Him. Enjoy this Fresh air
from our Father. "Go out into the world uncorrupted, a breath of fresh
air in this squalid and polluted society. Provide people with a glimpse
of good living and of the living God. Carry the light-giving Message
into the night." (Philippians 2:15, MSG)
You, too, can be free!
Rob Chaffart