I regret none of my life. Where and who I am is because of all that came before. Throughout my life, though, the two constants have been my Heavenly Father (often unawares by me) and words.
Words came first in that I was first aware of them when I was fifteen months old. Obviously I had been using them and understanding them before that, but my first memory is of five very specific words said by my mother. Those words affected my whole life.
“You’re such a big helper.” Yeah. That’s what she said when I told her the new baby’s diaper was wet.
God, on the other hand, well…when I was small I knew there was something bigger, stronger, smarter than me; rather, I hoped and hoped and hoped there was. By the time I was six I had vaguely heard about such a person. Though I would get to know Him well as a writer, a lover of justice, and a hater of evil, I would not appreciate His role as my Heavenly Father until much later in my life. I believe He knew my connection with words and sent them to me in abundance, and when I needed them most.
Since that pronouncement by my mother, words have been my constant companion. They have delighted and challenged. They have scolded, comforted, and entertained. They have been delivered by friends, enemies, actors, teachers, singers, strangers, and myself by way of mouth, letters, films, songs, books, blogs, posts, and banners trailed behind flying machines in the sky.