I'm such a visual person, I began thinking about what it looks like to continue to grow as a person through grief while posting to "There's a Hole" ---my thoughts wandered to the trees I've seen high up in the mountains standing tall and strong all the while rooted in rock. I visualized what the little seed must have gone through while it continued to thrive. I choose to believe those types of illustrations are God's way of showing us we can both survive and thrive under duress. When I made the choice to survive my grief I also made the choice to thrive despite it. If this little poppy can be so pretty growing from concrete why can't life be beautiful through the hardships?