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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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Cruisig withForever Friends
Sunday, February 18, 2018

Joe and I’ve spent eight days cruising with forever friends. Three couples from our church accompanied us on an eight-day cruise to the Southern Caribbean. And we laughed, sometimes at jokes, sometimes at ourselves, even at our foibles.  I don’t remember a cross word. Sometimes we negotiated activities, sometimes we went our separate ways. I spent time at the spa, they didn’t. They took excursions, and we didn’t—Joe hung with them on one excursion. (I’d rather spend time at the spa, and they’d rather snorkel.)

We all wandered the shops. At our favorite stop, Bonaire, we bought packets of sea salts for gifts, enjoyed ice cream, and shopped. We bought shirts for the grandchildren and bargains for ourselves. We exchanged photos and took too many. And we laughed. A merry heart doeth good, like a medicine.

We made memories and shared testimonies—God has been good to all of us, and our faith grew—we learned things about one another, our struggles and triumphs, our joys and sorrows—we shared burdens and victories, too, because they are easier and more joyous when shared. And we laughed.

Now, the daily demands of life will press upon us, but we have resolved to come together once a month to continue the bonds we have begun and build upon them. We will continue to strengthen one another. There is a friend that is sticks closer than a brother, and he is our brother in Christ. That’s what we find in Mothers of Preschoolers and in our small groups. We simply cannot do this life thing alone.

So, may I repeat: find you some Forever Friends, and won’t you be mine?

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Forever Friends
Saturday, February 10, 2018

Have you ever had a friend or relative that you don’t see regularly but when you finally get together, you start where you left off? We visited my cousin and his (relatively) new wife this week. They moved from Virginia to Florida. We attended their wedding in Virginia, but weddings afford no time to get to know one another, so we thoroughly enjoyed visiting with them. As usual, my cousin and I continued where we left, rejoicing over what God has done in our lives and swapping tales of our kids and grandkids. He and I were almost like siblings—both our parents were in the military and we lived nearby, at times even sharing a home while we got relocated. Such memories. Laughter and tears mingled, with no need to explain.

What a blessing to know our relationships will last throughout eternity. I recently posted we will have no good-byes then. Our prayers for our loved ones are answered, and we will see them again. Each Christmas we read greetings from those we haven’t heard from since last year. “Graduated” MOPS moms scattered from Texas to Pennsylvania, high school friends. Photos—oh,how the children have grown! College classmates. High school friends. I wish for you forever friends. Friends who understand the ups and downs we have known, the heartbreaks and the joys, and sometimes they stood with us through those seasons, becoming even more dear.

I am coming to think those of you who share my posts are becoming “Forever Friends,” and that makes me happy.


Deliver us from the strife of tongues
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
Charlotte Snead

Experts strongly warn a blog referring to controversial topics—denominational references or politics—lest the writer be divisive. Despite the universal acclaim of the State of the Union speech—even CBS polled it at 75% approval—I won’t make specific remarks, but rather let’s talk about a larger concept.

My mother-in-law intensely disliked Joe’s aunt and criticized her constantly. They had considerable strife over grandparental favoritism; Mother felt her son was left out when the children were babies. Add to the mix that Mother’s son died when he was seven. I knew nothing about their long-ago controversy, before my time, but I loved Aunt Leslie. She took her husband’s parents into their small home, and she was always good to us. We visited her often, especially after she was widowed, and she always had something for our children.

I strove to avoid arguing with Mother, but I continually prayed: “God, deliver Aunt Leslie from the strife of tongues.” (A Scriptural prayer.) Also Scriptural is: “the curse causeless shall not come.” Mother lived with us, and despite her son, (my husband) continually exhorting forgiveness, she railed constantly about her sister-in-law, who had long since passed away.

This is background for my prayer for our President and his wife. Despite their many flaws—God gives us all do-overs, He is a Redeemer, after all—the constant barrage of criticism against them needs to stop. Join me as I pray that they would be delivered from the strife of tongues.   

Using vulnerability when you witness
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
Charlotte Snead

How many of us have learned, “The Four Spiritual Laws, or the phrase“If you died tonight, do you know where you would spend eternity?” We know catch phrases, but when an opportunity arises, we fumble the ball because we are imperfect people, obviously imperfect. I submit that vulnerability is the best testimony because we are all flawed, and God loves us anyway. I find when I talk about a mess of my own making and God’s rescue, people can identify with that because we have all messed up.

Once, under stress, I slapped my son across the face. Thirty-five years later I can still see the image of my handprint. He fled, but moved behind the curtain and I brought him out. I confessed my sin and asked his forgiveness. Driving the kids to school, tears rolled down my cheek. He asked why I cried, and I replied that I had sinned against him, and worse, against God.

“Mom,” he asked, “does the Blood still work today/”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then I think you should be glad, not sad. I have some Cheetos in my lunchbox. Do you want some?” The one against whom I had sinned pronounced my absolution. I have been able to share my testimony through 22 years of MOPS ministry by sharing this failure.

Use your vulnerability. God delivers us from our own destructions—praise his Name!

Help your favorite author get published
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
Charlotte Snead

Most people read books that someone personally recommended. With Amazon reviews and Goodreads, we can elaborate why we liked a book.(Please do that!)

If I particularly like a book—it’s challenging, informative, or convicting, I often purchase it as a gift. I give away a lot of my books! Books make excellent gifts. Too few people read. Several people have told me one of my books was the first book they had ever read, cover to cover. How sad for them. (How encouraging for me.) How do they learn, grow, or find entertainment? Joe and I sit across from one another, each with a book. He’ll read something out loud, or I will, and we discuss it. Sometimes I end up reading his—currently Brian Kilmeand’s book The Miracle of New Orleans. Recently, I re-read two trilogies by one of my favorite authors, Kristen Heitzmann--Diamond of the Rockies and the Mitchelli Family. On Facebook, I shared that her faith-filled books make me a better person and challenge me to live my faith openly. FB is a great way to share a good read—as is conversation, blog post comments, and twitter, or Pinterest.

Loan your books out—sometimes you won’t get them back, but if you don’t, they’ve impacted your life nonetheless, and you can impact another life.

When someone subscribes to my blog, it helps me to get published. Publishers look at the number of subscribers, so feel free to print them off and share them with others.

Reference things you have learned from what I’ve written, either in a book or in my blog. One of my fans told me she can never reads my books just once, because she learns something new every time. Wow, what a compliment!


Trials are Testimonies
Tuesday, January 09, 2018
Charlotte Snead

Trials become Testimonies

Sometimes Joe and I will face things—more month than money or a difficult situation, and we will say: “We’ve plowed this row before,” and go confidently to the Throne of Grace.

Shadrach said to Meshack, “We’re in trouble now, boys, the king is going to kill us all,”

And Abednengo said, “Remember when we were in the fire? The king called us out, saying: ‘Didn’t I throw three men in the fire. Who was that fourth man who had the appearance of the Son of God?’”

When the hungry crowds faced the Master, a little boy gave his all—but 5 loaves and 3 fishes—what is that among so many? Then the Master lifted his eyes and blessed the food; the Master broke it and it was more than enough.

Recently a visiting doctor covered for our hospital. He was from Alexandria, Louisiana, where our son had been stricken with spinal meningitis when he was five months old. When Tom had convulsed for four days with a temperature spiking to 108, a kindly attendant told us, “You might not want to pray for his recovery.” Fast forward over thirty-five years, and the Taliban has breached the gate of the NATO building in ?Afghanistan where our son was working. In twenty minutes, his wife called: “I heard from Tom, and he’s okay.” Joe sat down and wrote our pediatrician a thank-you note for this visiting doctor to take back home to give to his neighbor, our pediatrician.

In September, our son welcomed a the baby doctors had said his wife would never have. After Caleb was born, when they received the doctors’ pronouncement, they rescued a son from Korea and later two children from China—this man we might not have wanted to pray to recover. 

“Count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing the testing of your faith produces patience.” (James 1:3)

We go through trials that seem unbearable, but the Master is among us, and He is more than enough. The trial that seems unbearable will pass, and the same Master will help you face the next one, but your faith will be stronger, and it will be more than enough.


Does God have a portal to heaven?
Wednesday, January 03, 2018
Charlotte S. Snead

Taking down the Christmas tree the morning, I asked God for another Christmas with Joe. We’ve shared fifty-five, but we lost another friend this week—another good and faithful servant.

I often used to wonder if heaven has a portal where the Great Cloud of Witnesses looks down at us, encouraging us, praying for us. Though God cautions us not to seek communication with the dead, I think they do.

I’ve never been a grave visitor. I like to walk in graveyards and read the epitaphs. Joe has collected a few, including: “I told you I was sick.”   Mine would read, “She never ran a fever,” because I don’t. But after my daughter lost her first child, our first grandchild, his burial plot was a point of contact for me and I did visit and leave flowers. One day when he was about four, I sat beside his grave, prayed, and asked God if he would know me, or if we would begin our relationship in heaven. It was Easter season, and in Sunday morning service, I looked up at the screen where we page parents and watched it change into a large screen. I saw my grandson, remembering him from when we saw him after his birth.  (Being only five months along, his heart beat a mere ten minutes, but the hospital let us hold him for a while.) He was joyously running, as only four-year-old boys can, his laughter trailing behind him.

I watched, and he turned and looked over his shoulder, grinning,  and waved. He knew me. I’ve never questioned since. I’ve been at several deaths and watched my love ones pass over, greeting those who have gone before. It is an eternal glad reunion. No more good-byes. Hallelujah and Amen!