Million Dollar Dilemma
I'm a P.K., preacher's kid (or if I want to get fancy, a T.O., theologian's offspring). I grew up afraid of my own allowance….So when over $20 million falls into her lap, Cassia Carr views her Midas touch as a cross, not a blessing–and certainly doesn't anticipate the difficulty of giving it all away!And it's hard enough to gauge romantic feelings without the chaos of a major windfall. Her globetrotting neighbor, Adam Cavanaugh, seems interested–but in Cassia or her fortune? When Adam abruptly disappears, should Cassia forget him or follow her heart to an unknown, life-changing destination?
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MILLION DOLLAR DILEMMA
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For my mother and in remembrance of my father, who both read to me constantly when I was a child. I learned the wonder and joy of books early. Thank you. I love you!
A man who works hard sleeps in peace. It is not important if he has little or much to eat. But a rich person worries about his wealth. He cannot sleep.
âEcclesiastes 5:12
CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
Cassia, Iâm collecting again. Want to chip in five bucks? If so, leave it in the envelope in my desk. Hope itâs a lucky weekend. See you Monday! Stella
Who is having a baby this time?
Sometimes I wonder why I work for a living. Is it to support myself or the office kitty every time someone in customer service or any other department has a babyâ¦or a weddingâ¦a funeralâ¦a promotionâ¦or a zit?
We are the most fertile, engage-able, promote-able and magnanimous division of Parker Bennett Manufacturing and buy more gifts and flowers than the rest of shipping and receiving, human resources and accounting offices put together.
It doesnât hurt that Stella Olson prefers shopping online as an office-related activity to doing her actual work as receptionist and secretary. Of course, I enjoy being part of a group so generous and thoughtful. I like giving things away. Proverbs 11:24 and all.
Some people give much, but get back even more. But others donât give what they should and they end up poor.
My Sunday-school teacherâwho also happened to be my motherâmade a big deal out of that. She talked a lot about how giving freely could lead to good things and being stingy and hoarding things wasnât all it was cracked up to be. Maybe she was just trying to get my sister and me to share toys, but the lesson went far deeper in me.
At first I dumped all my pennies into the collection plate as insurance that nothing terrible would happen to me, but as I got older I realized that I hadnât purchased any heavenly health insurance after all.
Iâm a P.K., a preacherâs kidâor if I want to get fancy, a T.O., a theologianâs offspring. Money never meant much to us. We always had good food to eat, a nice parsonage to live in and anything else we seemed to need. Now Dad is happy as a clam serving a three-point parish in Wyoming, sometimes eating three potluck dinners in a single day and turning a deaf ear to my motherâs lectures on the dangers of high blood pressure. Heâs been known to have coffee and homemade cookies as many as seven times in a row when heâs visiting his parishioners and, because he looks so cuddly with those extra chins, they keep on feeding him. Heâs oblivious to all but his flock and his faith and is often difficult to engage in conversations about anything other than baptism, church council, salvation or the Sunday-school board of education. Mom, fortunately, loves being Sunday school superintendent, leading Bible study and directing Christmas pageants. Theyâre a little distant at times, but thatâs probably natural. They spent a lot of time in the mission field while I was growing up, and when they were gone, my sister and I lived with our grandparents.
I blame my grandfather, Benjamin Carr, for my proclivity to donate money to every good cause. I can still envision himâhis perfectly groomed white hair, fastidiously trimmed mustache and penetrating gray eyes that pierced right to my soul. I can also hear his rumbling, sonorous voice quoting Luke 6:38. âWhatever measure you use in givingâlarge or smallâit will be used to measure what is given back to you.â He led by exampleâto my grandmotherâs dismay when she needed grocery money and found her cookie jar empty. But as she reminded us time and time again, God always provides.
