My Comfort Really Doesn't Matter, Part 1

Recently, Matthew and I decided to take Mindy with us when we walked to school in the morning. Everything was going along just fine until Matthew was going into the school and Mindy and I were going home. That sneaky little dog got the leash in her mouth, chewed it apart and ran back to school to play with Matthew!
I nearly had a heart attack for fear that dumb dog was going to run into the road or parking lot and get killed. But grace prevailed and Matthew caught her before harm came.
I took Mindy from Matthew's arms and carried her all the way home. At one point - when my arms were very tired - I was holding her loosely, rather than all snuggled up in my arms. I looked at her and said, "Gosh, I bet this isn't very comfortable for you, is it, girl?" But then, as I considered the stunt she'd just pulled, I re-thought my sympathy and said, "You know what, Mindy? Right now your comfort really doesn't matter to me!"
My dog had acted disobediently, had risked her life and my heart (Not to mention my kids' hearts! If she had gotten run over - oh! They would have been absolutely heart-broken!) and at the moment, all I wanted to do was get her home. Indeed - her comfort was not my greatest concern.

And if that episode was not God preparing me for what He had to say to me a day later, well, I don't know what it was!

In the interest of keeping my posts short-ish, I'll tell you the rest of the story tomorrow.