I began to pray for the Qualls family when God moved in my heart and told me to do so. (I cannot give a specific time; I am horrible at remembering things like that.) More specifically, I was praying for one of their girls, Kalkidan Ella. She had been adopted from Ethiopia a number of years before, and she was really struggling in many ways. I believe that at the time when I started praying, she was at a special boarding school to help her in these areas, with the goal to move her home as soon as possible. I had many things for which to pray: Kalkidan's health, safety, and well-being; the family's health, safety, and well-being; strength and faith for the parents.
The Qualls family lost Kalkidan in a tragic car accident, I think a little more than a year ago.
Since that day, I have been praying for the family as a whole, rather than just Kalkidan. I pray that they have the strength needed to even turn to God in the first place. I pray that when they turn to God, they find strength and solace through their faith.
They are Christian. I am Jewish. It does not matter; it truly does not. They are in this for the long haul, and I am right there with them.
I am right there with them, every day. They have a permanent spot on my prayer list, or at least permanent for as long as they need.
Please join me in praying for them.
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- I am a bipolar, Jewish young adult (had my Hebrew birthday, the one I count, and turned 23 this past January) who also suffers from Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy. I love life and I live for my best friends: they are my purpose and my reason for trying so hard. I remain passionately devoted to those I love; I will not let my disorders make me totally self-centered. I like to read, write, and sew. My Rabbinical school plans did not work out, and I am now hoping to go into the field of Early Childhood Education. Please note: I am currently maintaining only Carried in His Hands. Enjoy!
Thank you for holding us in prayer - it means so much to us. Each morning we pray the Shema before the kids leave for school; we don't know it in Hebrew, but we speak it aloud together and it reminds us who we are, and what our purpose is. Many blessings to you.
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