I've never prayed for my own good fortune. God & I have our own view on the merits of worldly prosperity.
Notice, in the parable of Lazarus and Dives, Lazarus is silent. I suspect his interior monologue was something along the lines of "Oh, thank God that's all over with." Woe, rich ones.
And at the same time, we now have a society in which, like the 16th c. English theatre audience, signs of wealth are signs of favor, displacing aristocratic or royal claims. And, in the fullness if time, it did happen. People pragmatically defined the ultimate good as that which brought empirical wealth, claiming the other notions of good were illusions of the mind. It happened. The writings of the philosophers, like glowing trails in a particle chamber, are evidence of this.
And now I find myself in a position in which the position far less remunerative than I might reasonably expect, given my degrees and experience, but which almost allowed me to read and think and write and discover the world appears to have for some reason suddenly decided become much less remunerative. In such a position, one would be expected to scrounge for money, or at least pray for it.
Nonetheless. Like Rambo and the Prime Minister of Italy, I take things day by day. Keeping in mind that the days are numbered, I try to do the necessary work, whatever the situation.