It's Broken

Friday night as I was carrying Bella to the car, like I have done many times, while carrying Bella to the car, I looked up and said, “Bella, look at the moon! Look up at the moon, honey.” Expecting her to say what she normally says, while carrying her to the car, I expected, “The moon. The moon, Mammie! The moon.” However what she said caught me completely by surprise. With clouds strategically placed over the moon’s face, horizontally, in two perfect places she looked up at Mr. Moon and said, "It’s broken." [Long pause and sadness] "It’s broken, Mammie.” And now looking at the moon through the innocence of a two year old's eyes, I looked up and, indeed saw why she thought the moon was broken. Still pondering what Bella had just said, thinking it was the sweetest comment I'd ever heard, Bella melted my heart again. “I fix it, Mammie. I fix it. I gotta fix it.” And Mammie said to the entire family in amazement, “Did you hear what Bella just said?” And I repeated what Bella said. And then she said it again.

Bella in her innocence, at two years old, said to the moon what I say almost every day, to the God who made the moon, in my obstinance. “God it’s broken. It’s broken but I can fix it. I gotta fix it,” with whatever problem I have. Seeing God through clouds of doubt, I put more faith in myself than I do in Him.