During a recent dog walk with my buddy Caleb I was reminded of a running argument that my sister and I had when we were kids.

Our family feud was based on the following burning question: What is there more of in the world: green or blue?

The argument got pretty heated at times because green and blue were our favorite colors.

Not surprisingly to those who know how stubborn I can sometimes be with some of my opinions, I was on the wrong side of the argument but refused to back down. I was convinced that there was more green in the world.

In my defense, there are times of the year when it does seem as though that’s the case. During the spring and summer it feels as though we are surrounded by a sea of green trees, grass, plants, and flowers.

Come to think of it, I wonder if anyone has done the math. How many square miles of green are there in the world compared to how many square miles of blue?

And another thing—are all of the lakes, rivers, and oceans in the world really blue? Aren’t quite a few of them green?

OK, I’m kidding. I long ago conceded that there is way more blue in the world.

It’s just that I’ll probably always have a pretty strong stubborn streak in me. I’m pretty sure it’s a trait that I got from my mother and in many ways I’m thankful to her for it.

But the older I get the more I have learned that there are many times when it doesn’t pay—and when it’s not even necessary– to argue.

Now I am just happy to see all of the green and blue in the world and to thank God for them.