His Hail

We had an exciting thunderstorm last Friday -- we even had hail!
The kids happily dashed out to gather some.


At lunch today, Andrew asked me,
"Where is the freezer in the sky? ...how does the hail get freezed?"

Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving;
Sing praises on the harp to our God,
Who covers the heavens with clouds,
Who prepares rain for the earth,
Who makes grass to grow on the mountains.
He gives to the beast its food,
And to the young ravens that cry...
He sends out His command to the earth;
His word runs very swiftly.
He gives snow like wool;
He scatters the frost like ashes;
He casts out His hail like morsels;
Who can stand before His cold?
He sends out His word and melts them;
He causes His wind to blow, and the waters flow.
Psalm 147: 7-9, 15-18