Palm Sunday

The challenge was put out. I accept Jesus as my Saviour but do I accept Him as my King? What? Rewind back 4 days. I was sitting in my doctor's office waiting for my new MRI results. My ankle that's still giving me trouble, is still camping out at the end of my foot. My scar tissue that was suppose to heal the ligament...well it decided to mind it's own business and stay torn. Silence in the Doctors office. What to say? What to do? Again no answers. I'm still waiting for that specialised physio therapy that's going to help my CRPS and get my ankle foot back to some normalcy.? I've enrolled In the Jimmy Pattison self help pain clinic...because they said it would be good for me. I'm sandwiched between two deaf people, one blind, two fibromyalgia. People that have lost there job, husband and house.And one party animal mourning the loss of being able to party. So here we sit once a week for three hours, learning breathing techniques and that pain is not just in our heads ..it's for real. I sit because I was promised that I would eventually see a physio therapist who could help me rehabilitate my ankle. To the average person everything looks fine. Compared to others my problem is a cake walk. Neverthelessmyanklesuck's.  There I said. And if God is King of my life He is in control of my ankle. He is in control of every little detail of my life...if I let Him. Believing in Jesus means placing the full weight of my life into His hands.And whatever you do in word or deed , do all in the name of the Lord Jesus , giving thanks through Him to God the Father. Colssians 3:17.