who covers the sky with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass to grow on the hills. He provides food for the animals, and for the young ravens when they call.
There's a kind of worry that feels too small to mention to God. It might be a strange noise from the car, a rash that probably isn't anything, or a text you sent that might have come across wrong. It sits in your chest all afternoon, and still it seems faintly ridiculous to pray about.