You know how you have people in your life whom you admire from afar, sometimes letting it slip that you’re madly in love with their talent?
That’s how I feel about Megan. She and I aren’t necessarily best buds or even talk on a regular basis. But I know her, I’ve had dinner with her, and since I started this whole blogging thing, she was one of the first blogs I read with regularity. I have a feeling she likes me, too.
Megan’s blog, Velveteen Mind, is one of those places you go when you want to read with your heart. She doesn’t blog often, and if she did, I don’t think her writing would be as cherished as it is when she does post. I’m probably wrong in that assumption though, because someday soon, she’ll publish a book that wins awards and is a part of required high school English reading.
And I’ll admit, there are some things she writes that takes me a few times to understand because it’s just that intricate and cerebral and well-woven.
But she can’t be too cerebral because she’s in my circle of people. Lordy knows you can’t be too smart and be in my circle of people.
I’m telling you about my girl-crush on Megan because she wrote something that needs to be shared and read by as many people as possible.
A few weeks ago, she shared with her social networks that her daughter, Iris (seen below in her belly, standing next to Heather’s belly with Annie), was having seizures and she asked for prayer and healing energy. The story of what exactly happened and how she saved her own daughter’s life is written at length and with great maternal care on Megan’s blog: I Heard God Laugh. And It Sounded Like Screaming.
As parents and responsible adults, when there is something to learn that could save a child’s life, it’s up to us to share it so that even just one little life is saved.
This is my chance to share what Megan has learned in hopes that someone who reads her daughter’s story will recognize the signs of a Febrile Seizures when the time comes and save a life.
Go read it, love on Megan, and hopefully she won’t run screaming from me for revealing my lust for her written words.