Lord, we are considering the heavens and the work of your hands this weekend. You do care for us, though we seem so insignificant in the vast scale of your creation. The trees, grass, clouds, rain and sun all praise You. In the heat and the cold, we remember we are creatures who need your care. A few degrees up or down and we cry out for care. Lord, we cry out to you this morning. For physical needs, yes, but also for forgiveness and favor, mercy and strength. Hear our cry. Let it be one of faith, love, trusting a father who is good and kind and compassionate.