I have a not-so-distant past that involves pot [Marijuana]. I've never been ashamed of it or seen it as a problem, untill lately.
*Insert corney flashback sequence*
I grew up with pot as just a part of everyday life. It was the recreational drug at our family parties, and mum used to grow it in the vege garden [to keep the white butterflies out lol] Allthough i waited till i was 13 before i shared my first joint with the brother of a freind. After that it was socialy common place for me.
When i was 17, i moved out of home and in with a 21yo drug [pot] dealer. It became my job to make up the packeges to sell, and to be the go-between mule.
I left him 2 years later, but i was still mixing with the same crowds. In fact everyone i dated was a pot smoker.
I became a Christian, Giving my life to Jesus, when i was 26. But still the pot didn't come into it.
Jesus worked on the inside issues according to what he thought were relevent at the time, As he still is.
I continued to smoke pot when the social occasion arose, and sometimes i bought some. I even enjoyed getting stoned to contemplete God.
It didn't even cross my mind about the fact that it was against the law to smoke it. I guess if something is ok in your mind, it's just ok all 'round. My kids never saw me smoke though. I knew enough to keep it from them. Funny huh? I've always preached against drugs to the kids, but in my mind, pot was seporate from those other drugs.
Then, only a few months ago, i was hanging around up the back yard, smoking a joint. And the holy spirit started convicting me about it for the first time. For the first time ever, i felt bad about being stoned. And that wasn't very comfortable! I felt the need to through it all out, the pot, the container i kept it in, the bong, the rolly papers, and the lighter.
But i didn't. I held onto it all for nearly a week. That whole week was very uncomfortable! God was saying, "Get rid of it, And don't do it anymore!" And i kept saying," But Gooood it's not thaaaat bad [Whine, sulk]" But God is persistant and when he wants something, he wants it NOW! So he wasn't getting off my back. After a week of constant nagging, i took all that stuff and put it in a plastic bag, and put it in the big bin.
The next morning i lay in bed and listened as the garbage truck came and as i listened to the bin being emptied into the truck, i realised it was the end of part of my life that i never thought i'd say good bye too. It wasn't untill it was gone, that i realised just how wrong it was. I'd carried on a healthy Christian life, and yet God waited 10 years to point out my era with it. That's a long time!
So now i am embarassed to say that i smoked pot till only a few months ago, Ackwardly embarassed. But it's gone now, and i will never smoke it again. My life has been 100% freed of a life long thing. Even if it did take a while to point out! lol

Thanks God, for doing things in your own timing, and for giving me an obedient heart :o)