Many years ago, back in my wild college days, I let a classmate talk me into donating blood and signing up to be a bone marrow donor. At the time, I thought it was the most ridiculous thing ever. Because, what crazy, 21-yr old, who has just been unleashed into the real world to discover all of its ups and downs, even cares a lick about helping another person? At least, that's how it was for me.
Over the years, that donor place was persistent. They constantly asked me for address updates, and inquired about whether or not I wanted to remain on the list. I ignored them, figuring they'd give up.
And then one day, a couriered package that I needed to sign for, showed up at my door.
Well, shoot. Surely something I have to sign for must mean serious business. So, I opened it up and discovered that I was a possible match for a recipient and that they wanted me to go in for further blood testing. I'll admit, that I've matured a bit since my college days, and opening and reading that letter had me praying and delighting in what God may have planned for me. So, I agreed to it.
I went in the very next day to have my blood drawn. While I was there, the tech was having trouble with one of the more important vials and got frustrated. She set it aside. At the end of the draw, she tried it again, and to her amazement, it worked. She couldn't get over it, and I recall one of the other techs mentioning that "it must be divine intervention". I was told it could take two months before they know anything. So, I waited.
Several weeks later, a letter came in the mail that said something like, the recipient has decided not to continue with this process and you are no longer needed. That was in September of last year. End of story. Case closed. I felt a bit sad. I think because I was afraid the recipient was really sick. So, I prayed for her.
I guess God still wasn't done with me. I received a call last week from the donor center. Her exact words were, "you've been invited to the dance". I have been chosen as the best possible match for the recipient. What? Are you serious, God?
You see, I've been struggling with purpose in my life. Winter has me down. As my husband likes to describe it, "I feel like I'm sitting in a sailboat, with no wind, stuck in the middle of the lake". I've just been sitting here, waiting for God to blow me one direction or another.
Possibly saving someone's life. That's purpose and a definite direction.
The next step is for me to have a thorough physical exam. The best part is, I have been a crazy health nut over the past few weeks. I feel the healthiest I have in, well, forever. You better believe that God instilled that healthy desire into my heart for a reason. Pretty neat, huh?
I may end up not being a sufficient donor. But, I sure do appreciate how God shows me a peek of the good I can do and that I ALWAYS can have purpose.
(I will try to keep you guys updated as things pan out, but I am entrusted with confidentiality for the recipient's sake, so there's only so much I can share)
You can learn more about becoming a Bone Marrow Donor HERE.