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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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Tuesday, August 22, 2017
Charlotte S. Snead

Last wee we visited our son and his family. We made the nine hour drive to Nashville from our home in two days, pulling in about 1 in the afternoon. Before I got the car door open, I heard our two grandsons hollering, “Grammy, Grammy, Grammy! Grammy’s here!” and my heart rejoiced. I told my husband, “Do you hear the music? That is music to my ears.”

When they moved two years ago, they changed their former four hour drive to a nine hour drive, but it was a wonderful opportunity for them—a promotion, greater salary, more responsibility, and much closer to our daughter-in-law’s family home in Mississippi. We encouraged them heartily to make the move, despite the greater difficulty in getting to see their boys. The older kids were our enthusiastic greeters. The younger one, six months, was slower to warm up, but we devoted ourselves to giving him time to be reacquainted. We stored up hugs and story times and vowed to make the trip often, because it is important for grandchildren to know their legacy, to feel a part of a heritage greater than their immediate family.

Whenever we visit the grandchildren, and we have ten now, they want to hear family stories about when their parents were little. They know many of them (“Tell us about when Daddy set the forest on fire,” or, “Tell us about Dad’s pet duck.” Or the snake in the hen house or . . . .) And we connect them to their family history.

This is an important part of grand-parenting—beyond the unconditional love, we provide a legacy


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Stop the World (I want to get off)
Wednesday, August 09, 2017
Charlotte S. Snead

Stop the World (I want to get off)

 You see all the books I have to sell? 

I confess, I have been irritable and cross, grumpy and unappreciative.

Joe still works several days a week, maintains the half-mile gravel road, has lost much of his garden, and cuts a lot of grass! I try to write (not getting much of that done). I’m frustrated because I have tons to do after my conferences, and I took off last week to take my grandson to North Carolina for his weld test. I lost my momentum and can’t seem to get back in the groove. Moreover, much of what needs to be done is tech stuff that I have yet to master: link my blog to Pinterest and Facebook, set up a Facebook author page, open an Instagram account, and maintain my contacts. I have a Bible study at the senior citizens, and I must prepare for a MOPS retreat here at the house this weekend. (And our grandson is living with us.) I can’t remember when we sat down to a meal together.

We scheduled three days in our mountain home to get away, and I lost one of those days when the retreat was canceled and rescheduled. (Good thing, because I had to take my grandson.) We leave tomorrow. No Cass Railroad trip, not enough time. We need this time. Time to relax, be together, hold hands, remember why we love one another. Do you do that?

I’m glad we are still actively in His service, but I fear I’m not giving Him my best. Thank God we have only missed one morning of our devotions. Praying together after we read the Word is essential to start our day right. May God maximize this time we do have. I cling to His promise that He remains faithful when we do not. 

My Pitiful Cross
Wednesday, August 02, 2017
Charlotte S. Snead

All I want to do is stay home! 

 Joe convinced me to go the Philadelphia Christian Writers Conference last week. “Once you get there, you’ll be glad.” He was right. This conference allows him to attend the general sessions (just not the workshops), which were excellent! Met old friends and made new ones. Pitched a book and found a fabulous one: Youthanize, which will set everything you’ve ever thought about youth ministry on its head! I will quote extensively from it in training my Mothers of Preschoolers team.  

For example, on page 135, "Stop bringing people to Jesus, instead, let's bring Jesus to people." or: page 111: We should treat every unbelieving teenager [mother, neighbor, friend, etc--my adds] as a POW, captured by the enemy, uniting in prayer for their release from bondage." Cook compels us to love, not judge. God is the judge, we are the fishermen. "I talk a lot about love . . . because when people know you love them, they listen to you. An open ear can lead to an open heart."

I came home from the conference with lots of contacts and opportunities, and spent my first day writing for them, sleeves rolled up. Yesterday I reviewed and returned edits from Roane publishing on the anthology (4 authors). I was interrupted by a call from grandson—he has a fabulous job offer in N.C. and has to go for a weld test. Terrific! (The boss’s website notes he has a ministry! For this we have prayed—“God surround him with Christians where he works.” Remember, he is a welder, but God is able.) Next call from his mom, our daughter: an attorney, she has hearings scheduled, can I go with him?

 Johnson City, our last trip, a photo in the TV studio for an interview in TriCity Daybreak

Sigh. Another drive. A cross—but my brothers and sisters are facing death to be saints in the Middle East. Ok, God, I get it. Thursday I will ride to North Carolina yet again for the love of a grandson.




Learning to Die
Friday, July 28, 2017
Charlotte S. Snead

We arrived at the Greater Philadelphia Christian Writers Conference Wednesday night—as usual, a conference is a challenging learning experience. I am always humbled by what I don’t know.

My continuing clinic is marketing, the weakest link in my writing life. I’ve learned a great deal (after almost quitting after the first session. It was so overwhelming!) And I have gotten the cart before the horse. Having five published books and no marketing plan. Sigh.

To those of you who have found me and followed me, I am eternally grateful—I need more of you (so pass this on to those who would be interested!) But I’m glad I didn’t quit because the instructor has taught us a ton, and I am going to get better at this marketing thing. 

The best part of the conference are the speakers. Today’s speaker, Michael Gantt, said Jesus looks for brokenness, and he challenged us to die so that we might be raised to newness of life. We hold on to our alabaster box instead of breaking it to release the sweet the fragrance, the aroma of Christ, to a dying world. Sharing his suffering is required to share his glory. Be broken and poured out, remembering the blood of the martyrs or the harvest of the Church.

Lord, break me and make use of the crumbs.

Independence Day
Wednesday, July 05, 2017
Charlotte S. Snead

I pray all of you enjoyed the birthday of our great nation as much as we did. It was a quiet day, spent with our son and his family, including his precious (almost) four-year old son. We sat under a tree in his yard as he played with friends in his blow-up pool, occasionally taking time to wander off to himself as introverts are wont to do. (I so relate, buddy!)

In a time when too many nay-sayers are denigrating our glorious country and the freedoms it has afforded us, I treasure the memory of my childhood. As an “Army brat” I was raised on Duty, Honor, Country. If we were at the pool at Ft. Meyer, we scrambled out when the flag was lowered. Every school day started with prayer and the pledge of allegiance, whether I lived in Virginia, New Mexico, Alaska, or Texas. If the person we voted for didn’t win the election, we respected the office and life when on as usual. We’d vote again, after all, and the U.S. of A. would still stand.

This year, we were urged not to be “too patriotic”—as if such a thing existed. Most of us chose to celebrate. We went to fireworks displays and parades, we gathered with families and picnicked, and countless millions of us prayed for our families, our churches, and our president. God bless America, Land that I love. Stand beside her, and guide her through the night with the light from above

. Arlington Cemetery, our honoreed dead. land of the free because of the brave!

Hanging with My Tribe
Friday, June 30, 2017
Charlotte Snead

I’ve been hanging with my tribe. Like you, I have several tribes, my church tribe, and my MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) tribe, but this tribe truly “gets” me—my Christian writing tribe.

I spent five days, Wednesday-Sunday at St Davids Christian Writers Conference in Grove City College in PA. Such a fun learning environment. I laugh until I’m silly, I study until my brain is stuffed, and I get to know the dearest people who are motivated by God to tell His stories.

To laugh with, learn from, and weep with folks who “get” you is an amazing experience. No explaining, no “put downs,” simply respect and encouragement. When I went to my first writer’s conference—St Davids, by the way—my daughter-in-law warned me. “They’ll chew you up and spit you out. You’ll come home beat up and battered.” Knowing I needed to learn this craft of writing, I went, with fear and trepidation.

But it was not so. I won third place for young adult fiction (for a chapter in my first book), and I came home a writer. I’ve been to many conferences since: ACFW (American Christian Fiction Writers) mentoring conference (awesome, I was encouraged to publish His Brother’s Wife there.) My mentor, Dr. Hensley, edited it, and Oak Tara published it, picking it up at Write to Publish in Wheaton, Ill. I also have been to the Greater Philadelphia Writers Conference. Going to conference is essential to meet publishers and get published.

 Presenting at Talent Night 2016

But I routinely go to St. Davids. It’s my favorite. The atmosphere at the college permeates your spirit when you set foot on the campus, and the conferees are unique. I love my tribe! Who makes up yours?


Always My Son
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
Charlotte S. Snead

The second book in the Hope House Girls series will be out soon, and I love the cover! Always My Son is the story of Candy and Joe Long. Candy, abused by her mother’s boyfriend, is in Hope House when she meets Joe in GED class. He recognizes her abuse because he and his mother had been abused. He couldn’t rescue Martha, his mother, but he rescues Candy. Empathy turns to love, and he determines to marry her before the baby comes so his name will be on the birth certificate. If anyone says, “Oh, he’s not yours?” he replies he has always been his son.

Joe vows not to make love to his wife until after she recovers from the birth, and the social worker and therapist from Hope House prepare the couple for their honeymoon. When his mother marries a widower, he and Candy, and Martha are embraced by a loving, boisterous, large Hispanic family. Two only children and a broken woman are surrounded by love and find healing as their new family demonstrates commitment. God gives them beauty for ashes.