When Hannah died, it was as though a giant meteor slammed into my world. It created this enormous scorched crater. Very little life survived. As prayers have been answered, the crater has begun to grow grass, the scorched earth is giving way to streams, flowers, plants and even trees have begun to grow. Children play. I’ve even gone on a picnic or two enjoying the sunshine. There is refreshing rain and beautiful clouds that linger. Storms form from time to time. There is life in the crater and beauty. Yet, it’s a crater and will always be a crater.