There comes a time in life when you just have to sit back and question. And before I begin to pontificate, if you are a millennial, you might want to stop reading now because you probably will not understand or at a minimum disagree. The older I get the less I am inclined to be flexible or give up my right to believe what I have lived out and know to be true. I have come to realize that most of the time I need to keep my thoughts to myself, smile contently, and allow others to espouse their beliefs and understandings without my input. Why? Not because I am pouting, but because if someone vehemently disagrees with you, that is their right, and most probably their minds will not be changed. And, too often relationships and friendships are damaged by this type of conversation. I am at that age where my life is changing daily in ways that I did not anticipate. I am not too old to not be concerned, but I am not young enough to fight hard battles anymore. Maybe the Good Lord has given me the knowledge to know when to step back and let the young whipper-snappers have the world. Mrs. Jane Fry was a lady with whom I often disagreed on politics and life matters, but when she died a few years back in her early nineties, I lost one who taught me much and had my utmost respect. I hope to reach the point that she did late in life with her opinions. She said she had reached the age where she could say what she wanted and the younger folks would just look at her and say to others, “Bless her heart; she just doesn’t know better.” May God bless all of us as we live in a world that knows nothing but constant change – much of which we do not understand.