Jack.
Meeting Jack Landry Changed My Life
I know people say that all the time... "he changed my life." But when I say meeting Jack Landry changed mine, I don’t mean it in the casual, butterflies-and-good-morning-texts kind of way.
I mean really changed it.
He came into my life at a time when I wasn’t looking for anyone.
Honestly? I was in a season where it was just me and God for the first time in my life.
I had laid everything down — my timelines, my expectations, my fear that maybe love just wasn’t going to happen for me the way I had always dreamed.
I told God I wanted His best. I wanted who and what He had for me.
Even if it meant waiting longer.
Even if it looked different than I imagined.
I even bought a little prayer journal for my future husband and I started writing prayers for him without even knowing his name yet.
I didn’t want almost-love. I didn’t want kinda-sorta. I was SO over that.
I wanted real. I wanted holy.
And I trusted that God knew what I wanted and needed more than I did.
And then...Jack.
Not in a movie-scene, bump-into-each-other-at-a-coffee-shop kind of way.
It started way more ordinary than that...but somehow, so much better.
A message.
A feeling.
A knowing.
One night, scrolling Instagram (because yes, God can even work through Instagram — don't let anyone tell you otherwise), I found his page.
And immediately, I thought: Who is HE?
It wasn’t just that he was handsome (though...let’s be real).
It was how he lived. It was the way he talked about his faith and shared his story.
The way he shared his heart for Jesus so openly.
The way he was preparing to be the kind of man his future wife would be proud to walk alongside.
It felt like the prayer journal I had been filling up was coming to life right in front of me.
I liked a few of his posts — not expecting anything, honestly.
I figured he had a thousand other girls liking his stuff.
But somehow...he noticed me.
He saw that my heart was after the same things his was.
And one day...he DM’d me.
And if you’re wondering if it was love at first message — not exactly.
It was slower. Sweeter. More intentional.
We talked. And talked. And talked some more.
Facetimes that stretched into hours and felt like they could last forever.
Emails that felt like handwritten love letters flying back and forth from Thailand to Philly.
It felt old-school. Timeless.
The kind of connection you can’t fake — it’s either there or it’s not.
We took our time.
We prayed.
We fasted.
We asked God to open the door if it was His will — and to slam it shut if it wasn’t.
I remember praying one of the scariest prayers of my life:
"God, if this isn’t from You, take it away. Even if it hurts."
But Jack stayed.
The door never closed.
The peace just kept growing.
Our friendship kept deepening.
The vision for the future kept getting clearer.
And then one morning at 4 a.m., I woke up, blurry-eyed, opened my phone, and saw the email that would change everything:
"I booked a flight to Philly."
When he landed, we still took it slow.
We chose patience and trusting God in a world that loves trusting feelings.
We had the hard conversations people usually avoid — about faith, life, family, dreams, what we’d both been through before we met.
The kinds of conversations that either build a future...or break one apart.
And somehow, they only brought us closer.
The first time we met in person was New Year's Eve.
And honestly?
The moment I saw him, I didn’t hesitate — I ran straight into his arms.
It was like my heart had already known him for years. Again, something I can’t explain….
Our first date wasn’t anything extravagant.
It was cheesesteaks on the floor of my barely furnished apartment.
No candlelight. No fancy restaurant. Not even a couch.
Just us, sitting cross-legged, laughing between bites, feeling like maybe — just maybe — we really were sitting in the middle of something sacred.
And somewhere between all the late-night talks, all the prayers, all the little serendipitous moments you couldn't plan even if you tried — God kept showing up.
Whispering, This is it. This is good. This is me.
Jack isn’t just a good man.
He is a reflection of God’s goodness.
He is peace and strength and tenderness all in one.
He is the living reminder that when God promises something...He delivers.
And when God writes a love story...it’s worth every single second of the wait.
In Jack’s presence, there’s no striving.
No fear.
No pretending.
Only the quiet, steady love I had always dreamed of but had almost stopped believing could exist.
So yes, meeting Jack Landry changed my life.
But even more than that — it changed my heart.
It reminded me that God sees every tear.
Every prayer.
Every hope you’re scared to even whisper out loud.
And He’s not just listening — He’s working. He’s always working.
Our story is only just beginning.
But if you’ve noticed that I’m a lot happier lately...this is why.
Because God's ways are better than ours.
Because trusting Him is never wasted.
Because sometimes...the prayers you prayed in your quietest moments show up in your life when you least expect them.
Jack Landry — you are my answered prayer.
My best friend.
My forever.
And every single day, I’ll thank God that I waited for you.
I love you for all the days.
