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About the Book
He’s never had the courage to love anyone…
The only thing Otis Miller has ever wanted to be is a doctor and he wants to be the best. A surprise talk with his Aunt Eleanor days before his twenty-first birthday leads to a visit from his grandfather’s lawyer and the discovery that he is the heir to a large fortune. With all the papers signed, Otis heads to Chicago to follow his dream.
After graduating from Jenner Medical School, Otis goes to the mine he owns in Colorado to see how things are and to provide medical care for everyone in town. He finds horrible working conditions and learns to make difficult decisions that will be best for all
Will Otis learn to let God cover him in the depths of His love? Can Otis hide in God’s presence whenever he doesn’t know where to go next?
Note: 50% of my income from this series will go to the World Orphans organization.
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About the Author
Faith Blum is a 20-something author of multiple books in various genres. She loves to write, read, play piano, knit, crochet, sew, watch movies, and spend time with her husband. She lives in Wisconsin in a small town with her husband and cat where she can write to her heart’s content during the day. Faith’s goal in her writing is to encourage Christians in their walk with Christ.
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“Unca Otith!” a little voice exclaimed as the door opened at his knock.
Otis laughed, picked the three year old boy up, and spun him around. “How’s my Andrew tonight?”
“Not tired, but Mama wanth me to go to bed.”
An exasperated sigh alerted Otis to another presence. “Andrew, your father is waiting for you.”
Otis set him down and knelt next to him. “You need to listen to your mother. She knows what is best for you.”
He pouted. “But I wanna play wif you.”
“Soon, but not tonight.”
His lower lip inched out more and Otis gave it a tweak. “Goodnight, Andrew.”
Andrew shuffled to the back room, and Otis stood up with an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”
Priscilla chuckled lightly. “Don’t be. He was being disobedient before you came.”
“Has Joshua done the evening chores yet?”
“No, I haven’t, but they can wait,” Joshua said from behind Otis. “What brings you here tonight?”
Priscilla cleared her throat. “Perhaps we should go sit down?”
Joshua hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. “Right. Sorry, it’s been a long day.”
Otis smiled. “Not a problem.”
Priscilla led them to the parlor and went to get some tea.
“How have you been?” Otis asked.
“Not too bad,” he replied. “Life’s ups and downs make things difficult and interesting, but have hopefully made us trust God more, too.”
Otis nodded. “It usually does if you are trying to follow Him in the first place.”
Priscilla returned with the tea and gave both of them a cup. “So what does bring you here tonight? It must be exciting.”
Otis blinked. “Why do you say that?”
Priscilla sat down and cuddled close to Joshua. “I know you like to hide your feelings a lot, but the ready smile is something you only do when you are excited.”
Otis sighed. “Detectives. You can’t hide anything from them, can you? I feel sorry for your children.”
Otis woke up earlier than usual the next morning. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t question it. He grabbed his Bible and the candle on the nightstand and headed out to the back porch.
He sat down on the top step, lit the candle, and held his Bible up to its light. Otis flipped open to the bookmarked passage, or tried to, but it opened up to Galatians five instead. He read the whole chapter, but verses 19˗24 really jumped out at him:
Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these: Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, seditions, heresies, envyings, murders, drunkenness, revellings, and such like: of the which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time past, that they which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God.
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. And they that are Christ’s have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts.
“Envyings, wrath, strife, and seditions,” he whispered. “Father, you know how much I envy Joshua and Priscilla and their beautiful family. I’m sorry. I never fully realized how wrong it was. Help me to trust in Your timing for a family of my own.
“I don’t know what’s going on with Joshua and Priscilla, but You do. Help them resolve this issue. If there’s any way I can help, please let me be open and willing.”
He read, studied, and prayed until the candle became useless, then he set the candle and Bible aside and went to the barn to do the chores. If he got really lucky, he could even start the coffee before Priscilla got up.
Otis spent the day putting Dr. Benson’s office back in order. He was a very good doctor, but not at all good at organizing or keeping things organized. Otis often wondered how Dr. Benson survived before he started helping.
He finished what he could and headed to the stage office. As usual, it was a little late.
Two men stepped off the stage, and Otis looked at first one, then the other. Which one was the lawyer? One was rotund and older and the other thin, wiry, and looked to be a little older than him.
“Mr. Parker?” Otis asked.
The thin, wiry man with slicked down, dark-brown hair looked his way, smiled slightly, and held out his hand. “You must be the fortunate Otis Miller.”
Otis nodded and winced inwardly at his tight grip. “I am.”
“Nice to meet you. Is there a respectable sleeping establishment around here?”
“You have a couple of choices,” he answered. “There is a boarding house, a small hotel, or the family who raised me since Pa died offered to house you if you’d like. It is out of town on a ranch, so I wasn’t sure which you would prefer.”
“I think I would prefer the boarding house. No offense to you or your family.”
Otis smiled. “None taken. I’ll take your bag and we can go.”
“Thank you. When can we meet to go over the inheritance? Miss Miller did mention it to you, correct?”
They walked and talked at the same time. “Yes, she did. I’m sure you are tired, so tomorrow morning will be fine.”
He nodded. “Thank you. That is extremely considerate of you. And with it being a Saturday tomorrow, Miss Miller can join us if you would like.”
“Can my brothers and sisters come, too, if they want? And Mr. Brookings?”
Otis paused at the walkway to the boarding house. “Is this respectable enough?”
He looked it over. “For a two-bit cowtown, yes.”