Yesterday, a FedEx driver came to my door with a letter that needed my signature. I wasn’t expecting any mail, so I was confused. But the moment I opened the envelope and read the first lines, tears filled my eyes.
The letter began:
**“Dear Jessica,
In 2009, at Fort Hood, you attended a C.W. Bill Young Department of Defense Marrow Donor Program drive. You have been identified as a potential match for a patient who needs a life-saving marrow transplant.”**
I must have read those lines over and over. I couldn’t believe it. I was being called as a possible match after all these years.
The letter asked me to contact the match coordinator immediately, and I did first thing this morning. She explained that the patient has Leukemia — and instantly, my heart tightened. That word hits me harder than most people, because I know exactly what that battle looks like.
My son was diagnosed with stage 4 Leukemia, and in 2022, by the grace of God, he beat it. During his fight, strangers helped save his life — people who donated blood, platelets, and everything he needed to stay alive. I never knew who they were, but I always prayed for them, always thanked God for them.
And now, 16 years after I put my name on that donor list, life has come full circle. Someone out there is fighting for their life, and I might have the chance to help them — just like others once helped my son.
It feels like more than coincidence. It feels like purpose.
It feels like God working in His mysterious, beautiful ways.
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