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 Sacred Passion is God's Idea,

Romance is vital in marriage. I married in 1962. I began to mentor Mothers of Preschoolers in 1994. Every year since, my team insists I do my "sex talk," but it’s so much more. Being in right relationship with God, attending a vibrant and growing community of believers, choosing to forgive, to respect, and understanding submission is not surrender of self--all goes into the package that makes up a healthy marriage. I want to share it with you.

I write Romance to promote the marital relationship. God wrote the Song of Solomon, and he tells us the marriage bed is undefiled. Together we celebrate his sacred gift! For a good read, check out my books, my short stories, my devotions and my blog posts. 

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Gabriel's Wings
Monday, October 16, 2017
Charlotte S. Snead

I began another book and wrote over five thousand words today. I received another invitation to submit, and a good story is burning in my heart, so I cranked up the computer. I will do the same tomorrow. My working title: Gabriel’s Wings.

Gabriel, a soldier in Afghanistan, comes home after the deaths of his parents in a car wreck. His ten-year-old brother with Downs’s syndrome has no other living relative. Gabe resigns his commission to care for him. Because Gabe is twenty years older, they must build their relationship. After selling the family farm to pay the medical bills and funeral expenses, Joy, a rising bluegrass singer, buys it and opens their broken hearts to love and new life.

Where do these stories come from? I literally dream them up, waking up at night with the nexus of an idea, praying, and writing from day to day as the ideas gestate. I wrote His Brother’s Wife in the six months I was in and out of Walter Reed Hospital, staying in Alexandria to help my family. I watched these boys limping or rolling into the elevator, facing the loss of limbs, developing the courage to learn to walk or use their hands. The burden for them overwhelmed me, and I began to write.

When I sit to type. I tell God, “If you aren’t here, I’m out of here,” and I wait. I fall in love with my characters and the God who gives them a plan and a purpose, no matter how much devastation they have experienced.

It’s a great adventure. I’d love for you to join me.

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Las Vegas Happened
Friday, October 13, 2017
Charlotte S. Snead

America is in mourning, again. We’ve had 911, Fort Hood, San Bernardino, Orlando, Boston, but this was the most devastating.We hear moving stories of folks laying down their lives for others: wives, friends, and strangers. First responders running toward danger, and we grieve. We are bewildered. Heartbroken. Why?

Evil happens.

Senseless killing, lives cut down for no reason. Who could or would do something like this? We cannot wrap our arms around evil.

Not everyone agrees with me, and I respect your opinion, but if you have read my latest book, you know I’m a firm believer in the Second Amendment.      

Joe bought his young wife a gun and made her go to the shooting range. Her mother’s boyfriend had impregnated her and doesn’t want her to testify. Joe wants her safe, but the man who pushed his way into their apartment was his own father, who escaped the penitentiary and came to kill his mother, another victim of abuse.

Desperate to protect her mother-in-law and her own new son, Candy prays and slips the gun into her cargo pants pocket. When Martha comes to the door, Candy calls out a warning. When evil rakes the door with bullets and turns the gun on her, she fires.

I am cautioned to avoid controversy in my blogs. But evil has no reason. It must be stopped. Tragically, it is usually a good person with a gun who stops it.

We don’t have all the answers for Las Vegas, and rumors swirl, but a team of shooters rushed the room, running toward danger, and evil was stopped. God bless everyone who laid down his life. God bless our first responders.

This tender story of love and healing is available at Amazon, Jan Carol Publishing, and my site.

 

Autumn reflections
Wednesday, October 04, 2017
Charlotte S. Snead

In the West Virginia mountains, when the colors are flung across the valleys, a magnificent Painter has created a masterpiece. The glorious riot of colors makes me sing and laugh with joy. (Wonder what people driving alongside of me think!) I want my life to go out in a blaze of glory, too. In the autumn season of my life, I pray I will reflect the colors of my life as beautifully as nature does. Each season has its own unique pleasures, so I embrace each one.

How often as moms we said: "Oh, I can't wait until she is toilet trained," or: "Boy, it will be a relief when he can sit up by himself."  We wish their little seasons to go by quickly. And then the last one drives down the road with his U-Haul packed. Believe me, it wasn't long.

 I wish I had the nature and ability to scrapbook. I love this new creative life record. I have boxes full of photos, but not much in order (and to put them in order will drive me insane!). Joe and I promise ourselves we will go through them when he retires. Guess we’ll have to contact Legacy!

I hold so many pictures in my heart: a shyly grinning girl hugging her baby brother close to her, a little black curly headed  beauty rolling down the levy in New Orleans, a blond tyke trying to stand on his daddy's shoulders to see the choo-choo, a curly towhead with an earnest expression pedaling madly on his John Deere tractor, a proud trombonist leading the high school band. . . oh, so many pictures in my heart.

If your children are still home, look at them when they are unaware. Take a mental photo, remember them in your heart. Enjoy them in the springtime of their lives. Each age is tough, but transient, even fleeting. Play with them, dance with them, laugh with them, listen to them, tell them how wonderful they are, how unique and special. When mine were little, I would lie down with them, hold hands and run across the grass, come on, if you can't do that, you are too busy. Remember, mothering is a proud profession!

Nothing replaces a mother. (But grandma comes close!) me, with our middle son’s baby

 

 

A Faith to Die For
Monday, September 25, 2017
Charlotte S. Snead

When 29 young men went to work in Libya.unable to find work in their own country, Egypt, because of their beliefs. They were Coptic Christians. Captured by Isis, they were forced to kneel on the sand and choose. If they would proclaim themselves to be Muslim, they would. Every one of them proclaimed Jesus is Lord, and one by one they were beheaded. The scene was shown on television across the globe—Isis made poor choice, because the world saw a faith worth dying for. I have a book, Martyred for their Faith, and I receive a monthly magazine by that name. Did you know more Christians have been martyred for their faith in the last century than in all the centuries since the Resurrection of Christ? We think of the lion’s den, the Roman catacombs, Nero—even the Reformation, but no, now is the time of martyrdom.

The Church in America is so blasé. We see fake murders in movies and on TV, but that actor lives another day. It’s not real. Perhaps we have become inured to murder and mayhem. We spend more time arguing about whether gays should have a wedding cake than the death and kidnapping of hundreds of Christians in Africa. We tweet: “bring back our girls” for a couple of days and forget. We don’t imagine it could happen to us here. For us, if someone ridicules us or rejects us, that’s persecution. Give me a break.

If you were forced to kneel and the person beside you had his head cut off, would you, too, confess Jesus? You might die to rescue your child, but would you die for an unseen Savior? In North Korea after the war, Christians were rounded up. A father was forced at gunpoint to dig a trench. His wife and children were marched into that trench and buried alive before his eyes. His wife sang songs of faith and assured her children over and over that: “In just a few minutes we’ll see Jesus.” She knew her husband would be with them in that place that Jesus has prepared for us. One of the soldiers who saw this was haunted until the day he found the Savior and a faith to die for.

Eternity is a long time—an unending time. Talking of His impending death, Jesus said, “If I go, I go to prepare a place for you, and I will come again to receive you to Myself.” We have a personal escort to that place. When the first martyr, Stephen, was stoned, he said, “Behold, I see the heavens opened and the Son of man standing on the right hand of God.” Those 29 young men on the Libyan sand saw the same thing, and like him they cried, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.”

Do we have a faith to sustain us, a faith die for?

 

Arrows
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Charlotte S. Snead

“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, The fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one’s youth. Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them; They shall not be ashamed, But shall speak with their enemies in the gate.” (Psalm 127:3-5)

As I write this we recently spent the weekend with our youngest son and his wife and three boys. I am a happy woman. I have a heritage. Fall is coming, school has started, and some of you have sent your kids off to school with mixed emotions, pride, yes, but a sense of loss. They are so little. The house is quiet. Every year I dreaded that time. The happy fellowship of summer, the fun-filled warmth, the laughter, and the adventures you shared are past. I remember the day the UHaul, filled with my youngest son’s possessions rolled up the hill as he departed for his first job after graduating from college. Now he is moving from Lexington, Virginia, four hours away, to Nashville, Tennessee, a nine hour drive. He’s not a little boy anymore. He is a man, the head of his own family, and I confess, I’m proud of the man he’s become, and thankful I had a part. He has 3 beautiful boys 5,3 and under a year. Can I count these arrows? I guess they are his, but I’m sure they will fly far and add to his heritage.

Because what good are arrows that stay in the quiver? You pull those arrows out of the quiver and send them flying farther than you can go to fight God’s battles. You train them to be the men and women they will become. The world needs them, and they belong to God. They are on loan for such a little while. Enjoy these days, make the most of them, and send them out into the world prepared and equipped by your love, and the things you have taught them deposited in their hearts to guide them.

The echoes of their laughter, their tears, their tantrums, are tucked away in my heart.  When you tuck them into bed tonight, it is one less day you will have with them. Live it to the fullest and treasure it when you collapse with exhaustion.

 

 

And the Good News Is . . .
Wednesday, September 06, 2017
Charlotte S. Snead

And the Good News is . . .

We all have a work for God. On Sunday, my preacher exhorted us to roll up our sleeves and get on with the “work” of the ministry.

My work is to write fiction that woos people to Christ, and I “work” at my ministry. I go to conferences and workshops, I write and write and rewrite. Over six years ago, my former publisher told me my next series would be The Hope House Girls—ongoing stories telling the redemptive plan of God in the lives of the five girls who shared a summer at a maternity home and became lifelong friends.

 Sadly, this publisheer dropped off the map, not even publishing the four books in the first series, but I kept writing, pitching, perfecting. I won a contest with Jan Carol Publishing, and the first book, A Place to Live, was published; now the second one, Always my Son, is hot off the press.

Jan Carol Press has contracted to publish the series! Now, I will tell my readers how God turned a girl caught up in the sex trade into a minister. How He made a sexually abused kid into a loving wife and mother with a successful trade. How God freed a girl who was gang raped and made her a Psalmist who freed others. And how God turned an ‘ugly,’ rejected woman into a pediatrician and her husband’s Nile goddess.

God does have a plan and a purpose for each of us, and some of such were we (I Corinthians 6:11), but now we are sanctified . . .  justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God. I want to share their inspiring journeys with you.

 

Mothers: Joined with the Creator
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Charlotte S. Snead

Mothers of Preschoolers starts next week, and mentoring these women for twenty years, I have learned. For many years I didn’t comprehend the Truth until I came to know women—Steel Magnolias. Fragile enough to discolor at a touch. Strong enough not to break, and, when bruised, to release a sweet scent.

Women. Mothers.

.How?

Ah, that’s our great secret. Because we are weaker, because we carry life within our bodies, feeling that life yearning to live apart, straining at the confined space of our wombs, because we undergo that most amazing force of nature, the separation of the child from its mother in the impossible-to-stop powerful force of labor, we reach out for Someone outside ourselves. We NEED God. Every time I gave birth, I thought: Me and God have done this amazing thing. Together, we have given Life.

And in the difficult places and choices of life, we are aware of a Life-force greater than ourselves, and we seek Him over and over, and then we find in our weakness is strength. The Spirit of woman.

The Lord said: “Let the weak say I am strong.”  We cannot cling to man’s foolish notion that he is strong. In labor, we can do nothing to prevent that birth. Later, when we are exhausted and broken in spirit, we look at our babies and know, somehow, someway, for them, we must go on.

A woman’s words can crush her man or build him up. Comfort her child or make him cruel and bitter. Sooth trouble or stir up wars.

Because we turn to the One Who made us and let His life and love flow through us, we are strong. We are joined with the Creator. Without Mothers, the world could not continue phsically or spiritually. We not only give birth, but we give life: we feed, clothe, nurture, whisper words of love and encouragement, speak firm words of correction, hold, speak, sing. We are mothers, the strongest force on earth.