I suspect that G-d is bored with our silly prayers. Maybe she even despises them.
Nonetheless we utter them. And it is probably better if we pray “something” rather than “nothing”.
So I prayed today. I prayed about Hurricane Ida.
I asked that Ida would move close enough to our S.W. Florida coast to bring us much needed rain.
I added that I wanted Ida to miss New Orleans.
And that Ida would not spawn tornadoes in the Florida panhandle, especially in Pensacola where good friends of mine live.
That’s quite a tall order! Maybe my silly prayers were wafted away by the winds before they reached whatever we mean by G-d.
Soon after lunch I drove down to Sarasota’s Lido Beach, hoping to see that Ida had generated some fine surf.
There was a wee bit of surf. There were one or two surf riders. There were sea birds which gathered in a platoon, or slept.
I walked the beach for a bit. I was disappointed that the surf was less than dramatic. But I was happy to walk a breezy and balmy beach in November.
Catching a wave
Birds in the breeze