My people and yours came to this country for freedom; freedom of religion, freedom of speech, freedom to eat a good potato, not a rotten one and freedom to own their own land.
I believe that the windows of Heaven are not closed.
God is a hands on God and he loves us, and He hears and answers our prayers.
When I was little, Nana Pills had read me a bedtime story and then it was time for me to say my prayers. The story had been about Raggedy Ann and Andy getting some magic wishing pebbles from a tin soldier or something like that.
So when I said my prayers I asked Heavenly Father for a dozen magic pebbles so all of my wishes would come true.
Nana assured me that I wouldn't be getting those magic pebbles and it was selfish to pray for them.
More recently I have learned that to pray for a good wind for myself might mean a bad wind for my neighbor.
So praying for the best wind for all concerned and to have the Lord's will be done is the best.