Words

(photo from the end of my roll)

I've been thinking about words today. 

Words in general and these words specifically.

I think about people who have written hymns. Did they know how much comfort the words they wrote  would impact those to come? Same with any kind of writer. There have been countless times where I have been struggling and turn to a hymn in search of peace. Someone's creativity/inspiration from long ago travels to me and provoke me to feel something. Words act as a bridge between two or more human's feelings. The feelings may not be the same, but they are there. The more I think about it the bigger the picture gets. How words travel... how they can help... how they also have the power to damage.. How do I use my words? Do I talk about worthwhile things? Do I use my words for good? Will my words be remembered?

I have lots of questions.

Specifically, the words above said by Abraham Lincoln have been on my mind. They calmed me down. Sometimes the future gets to me in a stressful way. Then I break it down and think of all the days in between now and what's coming. I'm grateful for the in between days.