The Stinky Stuff

Fur Ball had a bit of an issue Sunday so he ended up back in the bath tub. He needed a major scrubbing, and he has become so accustomed to the bath tub or shower that it's just routine now. Like I've said before, he thinks he lives at the spa.
Yesterday, my husband and I took Fur Ball for another walk up the hill. He was pretty excited about the adventure. He took his time to sniff every branch and blade of grass, and did his little deer hop through the long weeds. And, then he discovered the stinky stuff. I didn't catch him before he was down on the ground and happily rolling around. I know, he was in scent heaven!
"Fur Ball!" I commanded. He jumped in surprise. "Get over here, you are going to end up in the bath tub AGAIN!"  I went into my stories about Stinky Dog and triedto explain to him that she was not named Stinky Dog because she rolled in stinky stuff. But, once again, Fur Ball wan't interested in my stories. He hopped off in search of more grass and stinky roll stuff. Ah, life is good on top of the hill!
I know how Fur Ball feels. Sometimes I keep going back to the same stinky stuff and I have to talk to God about it over and over and over again. I'm the one that keeps bringing it up, God cleans me up and reminds me that the enemy is full of accusations and lies, and He has bathed me in His light. Off I go again to face life!
This morning God led me to Psalms 62, again. He and I have spent numerous mornings here. My eyes rested on this verse this morning:

"God, the one and only--
I'll wait as long as he says.
Everything I hope for comes from him,
so why not?
He's solid rock under my feet,
breathing room for my soul."

There are a few things I am waiting for, He is asking me to wait and to rest. Some days, in the midst of the rest, there's stinky stuff. But, hope comes from Him, and He is solid rock under my feet, and with Him my soul will breathe.
Say That Again, Sweet Jesus, in the wait, there is hope, solidity, and breath.