John quit smoking the hard way. (That heart attack that kept him unconscious for a couple of months.) BUT, even there, he was awake at the moment I was blabbing all that was wrong with him to the nurse, including he's a smoker. The nurse asked if he wanted a patch and he emphatically shook his head. So he really did choose to quit.
The Lord has graced him big time with the smoking. The desire for a cig is gone too.
And yet, when he came home it was pretty funny. He say at his computer and looked around. Something was missing on his desk. (The ashtray.) And something was missing with his usual actions. (He doesn't have to stop what he's doing to go through the process of lighting the cigarette, and then later on pick it up while he's thinking.) The first couple of nights lying on his sofa the same kinds of things happened -- an underlying feeling like he should be doing something, but he couldn't figure out what it was. (Ashtray not there, so his coffee was closer, but he didn't need that time to do all the things associated with smoking a cig. lol)
Habit. The habit was so established that even when the desire is gone, something doesn't feel right. Bitterness and anger is as two-fold as smoking. There is the addiction and then there is the habit. God releases us from the addiction/desire sometimes. But habit is still locked in subconsciously. I think I get stuck in the habit. In most cases, the desire is gone. But I held on long enough to develop habit.
And, like smoking, sometimes the desire never goes away. Divine strength to not smoke. I think some of it is that too.
Sin is as nasty as smoking.