“He sends His command to the earth; his word runs swiftly. He spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes. He hurls down his hail like pebbles. Who can withstand his icy blast?” Psalm 147:15-17
The day finally arrived. I knew it would and had anticipated it with a sense of foreboding. Two weeks had passed in a blur of grief and confusion. We had been by my Mom’s side as Jesus came to take her home into His Heavenly presence. Her memorial service was a beautiful tribute to her sacrificial life. A place was chosen, overlooking the peaceful landscape of their 54 acres to lay her ashes to rest. Everyone else had gone home, and my brother and I were the last to leave my Dad. And it was time.
I offered up a silent prayer: Lord, please help us…Leaving is so hard… I added a “thank you” for Brandy, their dog. At least he won’t be totally alone, I comforted myself.
As we walked to the car, the sky swiftly began to darken and the wind picked up considerably. Though my heart was aching, I knew if we didn’t get going and allow Dad to retreat to the safety of the house, we’d all be caught in whatever was blasting across the area. Our “goodbyes” were mercifully short and as we drove down the dirt road we had no time to dwell in our grief, for the heavens opened and hail the size of pennies hurled down upon us.
God knew our hearts were breaking. He knew it was an impossible task for us to leave. He knew that we were stuck in our grief, so He sent an “icy blast” that we could not withstand. We had no choice than to avert our attentions away from the sorrow of separation. He had heard my prayer and run to our rescue using a most unusual thing…hail.
God can speak and minister to our souls through the most amazing things! I wonder how many times I have missed the opportunity to hear God “speaking.” How many times has He tried to get my attention and I’ve missed the chance to enjoy His blessings?
God’s ways are not our ways so we must train our eyes to see His miracles and our ears to hear His voice. Who knows what blessings will be hurled in your direction?








