I have known elders who tell us young folks to pray only for the important things. Don’t waste God’s time with no nonsense. God is busy, after all. They might point to the sky on a night when the clouds have clocked out, called it a day, and let the moon and all its background dancers take center stage, and some beloved grandmother or grandfather or great-aunt will trace their fingers along some of those stars and say You see that? God has to put each of those in the right place, every night, just for us.
