For Love or Money – there’s no ‘or’ for me. It’s always for love. But sometimes loving means needing money. Most particularly when you’re a single mother of a special needs child who needs therapy that isn’t free.
It’s so easy, many times too easy, to make snap judgments. To sit in judgment. To think we know better. We hear a story – usually just one side – or read a news article – so often biased to one way of thinking or another – and we determine right and wrong. We judge people we don’t know. And people we do know without hearing both sides of the story.
So…for love or money…which would you choose? Would you sacrifice more for love? Or for money? Would you put yourself out, do uncomfortable things, for love? And would you do more if it meant you’d make a lot of money? Are you better if you choose one over the other?
What if loving someone meant you needed the money?
What if winning the money meant that you couldn’t love someone as completely as they deserved to be loved?
I set out to write a sweet little story about a single mom who wins a chance to be a contestant on a cooking show. I should know better. My stories never turn out to be sweet, easy reads. Life happens to me every time. Muck gets in the way. Kind of like real life. Halfway through the book I’m faced with the realization that there are no easy answers. No matter how much I want to make it be so.
And yet…if I just trust, have faith, listen to the small voices inside of me, life has a way of working itself out. I don’t have all the answers. I don’t even have most of them. But I have one. The only one I need. Love exists. It is the strongest force in the universe. And if we have open our hearts to it, we will know moments of true joy.