A Tender Moment...

Please allow me to tell you a bit about the world of The Little Butterfly Girl (for those that aren't already familiar with the story) before you read and enjoy the following, newly added scene.
Bridget Saunders is 11-years-old and knows the Lord better than most, truly beautiful, with the heart to prove it. Yet, she's bound by her wheelchair and uncooperative muscles, which makes her feel like she really should be living in one of her favorite storybooks as some strange elfish creature. Jesus has a better idea, of course. He knows the gifts of a butterfly, wings and all, will bless Bridget for her unfailing faith and also help her restore the faith of a special friend.



“Whenever you are with Me, you will stand,” Jesus promised. “Your disability is just a tool you can use to share your faith with others… It’s not how I see you.”
“I’ve dreamed of hearing You say that,” Bridget confessed tenderly. “What do mean my disability is just a tool, though?”
Jesus smiled adoringly at Bridget. Her meaningful questions always gave Him such pleasure and He’d been particularly looking forward to answering this one. “Well, Dearest, I know your disability brings you many struggles and times of sadness when you can’t blend in perfectly with your friends. Yet, you carry this glowing ball of joy in your heart, so bright even the blind can see it.”
“I do? If that’s really true, then it’s only because You’re always with me, helping me find ways to get through the hard stuff. I can feel You hug me a lot,” Bridget interjected. He hugged her tightly again, just to prove the point further. They both laughed gleefully.
“That’s exactly it, Little One. A lot of people wonder about you because they see you stuck in that chair, having to work extra hard to do the small things they don’t even have to give a second thought to, and don’t understand how you can still remain genuinely happy. A great many of them will be bold enough to ask to explain it throughout your life…”
“Well, that’s easy. I’ll just tell whoever asks about all the blessings You’ve given me and how I don’t do anything without Your guidance,” she explained matter-of-factly.
The Lord kissed Bridget’s forehead with a pleased chuckle. “There now, see? You answered your own question. You do understand why I allow your disability to work for Good.”
Bridget sat still, thinking for a moment. A smile danced on her lips. “Yes. Yes, I do… And wow… I just figured out what the Apostle Peter meant when he wrote that we should keep You in our hearts, so when anyone asks us to give a reason for our hope, we can explain it.”
“Tell me…”
“People have to know You really well and be sure of Your work in their lives so they don’t get scared and mess up if someone asks what they believe…”
Jesus nodded, a proud twinkle in His eyes.
“When I am not afraid to tell someone that You give me unshakable happiness, even when my muscles are frustrating me to death, it gives me a chance to introduce them to You, so they too can be loved and blessed like me.” Bridget sat up tall and grinned widely at Jesus. “I knew I’m supposed to help people some way or another!”
“Yes, I know, and a father could never ask for more than that from his beautiful daughter. I also know you have other goals and dreams, as well,” He continued, as His hands gently fingered her curls.

This conversation is not in my original version of the book and it should be. I want people to understand why God allows disabilities to happen sometimes... What do you think? I'd greatly appreciate feedback.
Blessings!