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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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Catching up
Thursday, September 20, 2018
Charlotte Snead

Sorry guys, I lost a week, and I don’t know where it went. 

Doing a reading at St. Davids Writers conference  aeveal years ago.

I have submitted to Van Rye Pulishing again—amazing folks. I have never experienced such marketing help, and I have published wih four companies. Most of you know my first ampany went bankrupt, and I had three additional books under contracted, some even with galley proofs (corrections) submitted. Ouch!

When I won Jan Carol’s Believe and Acheive award for A Place to Live, and it was published, they agreed to publish the entire Hope House Girls series—the stories of five girls who spent a season together in a maternity home and became Best Friends for Life. The first three are available on Amazon. Each book concentrates an one girl’s journey from brokenness to God’s redemptive plan for her life—God does have a plan and a purpose for each of us.

Now I am revisiting the books I had contacted with my first publisher to Van Rye, who published Winslow Farm this summer, and thery are considering them for publication. Since they are much longer than Winslow Farm, if they do accept them, they will probably break them into smaller books. I love these books! My favorite chaeracter of all time, Nick, the hero, was abused in foster homes until he finally ran away and joined the Marine Corps. He suceeded, but his life didn’t totally turn around until he went to work for a Christian singer-songwriter and became a Christian.

When he falls in love with a war widow who had three children, God make a father out of him, and the first book details the couple working through the  culture shock this street kid brought into the well-ordered life of a cradle to the grave Christian. In the second book, he is brought into a large place of ministry and drags her along with him. 

 

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First Children's book
Thursday, September 06, 2018
Charlotte Snead

Oh, my goodness—I just realized I forgot to note my very first children’s book on my blog! I went to a writers conference last summeer with a print-out of our hospital newsletter describing Joe’s consultation with our grasndson’s pet dinosaur. Deano had accidentally broken his leg, and his dad, David, suggested he see the orthopedic surgeon. That would be his Pop, Joe. We brought Deano in and arranged a “faux” x-ray. After their consultation, Pop took him to the cast room and put a rod in his leg. We had the pictures we took of the event, but our kids didn’t want them all over the internet, (he is a beautiful boy, I must asmit!), so we hired an illustrator. Joe looks like Joe, and both grandmothers look like ourselves, but the boy and his parents are disguised. Our wonderful illustrator even put a dinosaur on the screen while Joe reviewed it with him. 

My teacher said it would be a good children’s book, so I wrote it. (All you grandparents take note.) One of my MOPS gals said she couldn’t get her son to sleep for a nap or at bedtime without reading Deano the Dino. My goal in writing the book is to take the fear out of going to the doctor. 

I hope you enjoy it and buy one for your pediatrician!

P.S. I enjyed it so much I’m writien a second children’s book.

 

What love isn't
Tuesday, August 28, 2018
Charlotte Snead

Our English language doesn’t have enough words to express the nuances that other languages can convey for love. The Greek language, has three main words for love: phileo, or friendship love, like in Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love; eros, or lust, like in erotica; and the highest form of love, agape, which is usually associated with divine love.

 In the United States our concept of love tends to be defined from Hollywood, where it is associated with a perpetual image of a combination of sexual satisfaction, romantic bliss, and no negatives. As starry-eyed teens, we female types stumble around creating every handsome boy into our image of the Perfect Man. Unfortunately, when we get to know him—especially after we marry the guy—he turns out to have clay feet. This love god with clay feet cannot make us happy, so do we dump him and chase after the next guy we try to create after our own image?

What is love, then? When I WAS MOPS Mentor, I talked about choices we make. Love is supremely a choice. Oh, Hollywood leaves us with our eyes brimming and our heart fluttering, but when we wake up with old morning breath over there, it comes down to a Choice. When he has no idea what he has done to hurt your feelings, can you forgive him, whether you feel like it or not? Has he forgotten your birthday or your anniversary? Has he left you exhausted with screaming children to go play?  He has grown up in a different family, and bringing to the marriage his own baggage of hurts, his own ways of expressing love (or not! I married a Scotsman who thought tenderness was weakness. I asked him once why he never told me he loved me, and his answer: I married you, didn’t I? I bring the paycheck home every week, don’t I?”) After a long time, I convinced him women need to HEAR it, over and over, and after fifty years, he hastens to tell me every day, twice a day or more.)

Mothers have daily opportunities to choose to love. Tantrum-throwing toddlers don’t evoke feelings of love. When the little brat hollers “NO!” in your face and bops you one, our inclination is to strike out. As mature women—most of the time—we know that striking out doesn’t teach and train. We choose to moderate our response, exercising restraint and discipline. The feelings come when the little angels are asleep and look so innocent and sweet! Or when they little arms curve around your neck, and they say: “I love you best of all.”

Love then is choosing, willing the very best for another and deciding to work toward making that happen. It means getting up in the middle of the night and cleaning up puke—don’t we all just feel lovey-dovey then? It means setting aside your book to read his, giving up your new shoes to buy ones for their growing feet, giving up your vacation because you have hospital bills. Or living on one salary so you can be there to teach and to guide, and God bless the single moms who do it all, who are mom and dad, and work to support them.

If you choose to love, if you choose to forgive, if you act loving and forgiving, the feelings will surely follow. One secret to being married for all these years is: don’t let him suspect that you don’t feel loving at this moment. Feelings are fickle things; they change with PMS, with lack of sleep, with bad news. Choose Love—you aren’t faking it, you are acting in faith, knowing that your feelings lie and they will fall into line if you stay the course.

Whether it’s in church, at work or play, choose love. It’s a gift of the Holy Spirit, available by His grace. Paul wrote that three things endure forever: faith, hope, and the agape kind of love, and the greatest of these is love. If your love tank is running on empty, remember, God is love, and only He can give you the love you need for your husband, your spouse, your chldren,and your friends

 

Go for the Honey
Friday, August 17, 2018
Charlotte

In the ext Hoope House Girls book, David falls in love with a student in his class. When Cathy refuses his overtures, he courts her son, seeing no apparent father. When he presses her, she blurts out that she is a prostitute, and he should find a nice, Christian girl to date. David pulls it out of her—as a fourteen-year-old run-away, she was caught up in sex trafficking. Later, living in a Christian maternity home, she received Christ. Now his job is to convince her she is a new creation and her righteousness is found in Christ.

Over spring break, Davidhe convinces her to visit the one person who can set her free—his mother. Enticing her five-year-old boy with promises of barn kitties and farm animals, they fly to his family’s orchard in Washington state. His mother shares her traumatic rape with Cathy, which resulted in her inability to make love to her husband. They do recover their romance, and she counsels Cathy to accept David’s love.

 Meanwhile, David asks his father how he can win the girl he loves, and his dad shares his struggle to win his wife after her rape. He tells him God told him to go for the honey and  quotes the Song of Solomon, urging him to go for the honey.

David does convince her to marry him, but she continues to struggle with coming to the full realization of righteousness in Christ until she is able to pay it forward.

 

Off the recliner!
Friday, August 10, 2018
Charlotte Snead

I am sleeping (with my husband) in our own bed! From glory to glory. He has insisted on sleeping on the couch whiIe have been in the recliner, so I feel better for him. And—thanks to my awesome grandson—I am using my computer upstairs—with the drawer underneath, I’m able to type two handed. Big steps forward!

My wonderful publisher, Van Rye, is moving mountains to market for me—never has anyone done so much (and I have published with four publishing houses). He has written a 75 page promo for the book. If you want me to send it to you, email me at [email protected] So far no one has written a review for Winslow Farm (Hint, hint—Go on Amazon.)

I find as I move and exercise more, I’m hurting more, but no pain, no gain, right? Every day in every way, I’m getting better and better, but I feel useless while Joe works constantly, mowing, weeding—he has the house and yard looking wonderful while I slowly get back to doing a few dishes. I even put a wash in today. Folks at church comment on my progress as they onloy see me from week to week, but I’m not a patient person, and it seems a snail’s pace to me. Thanks for your thoughts and prayers.

Blessings

 

Graduation
Wednesday, August 01, 2018
Charlotte

 

GRADUATION

 Joe took me to the office for my last x-rays on Tuesday and pronounced me healed; but after graduation comes the real job. Now, I must exercise to restore motion and strength. I have been in a sling for over a month, so my arm doesn’t move much—kind of frustrating to be still typing one-handed. But since I can’t hurt it, because it is healed, I can exercise to pain tolerance. Isn’t that fun?

I have published “Winslow Farm”, (it on Amazon and Vane Rye Publishing. I have read it twice—Joe gets tickled at me reading my own books, but I tell him when you find a good author, you re-read. I reread B J Hoff  and Kirsten Heinsman all the time and get more out of them every time. One of my fans compares me to Francine Rivers—how flattering is that? I can read her dozens of times and learn more every time. 

My next Hope House book will be out soon—“Go for the Honey.” When our hero asks his father how to convince the woman he loves to marry him, his dad quotes the Song of Solomon, urging him to “Go for the Honey.” If that doesn’t ring a bell, you’ll have to read the book—that’s called a tease. But this fan assures me she needs to read my books at least twice, otherwise she misses “good stuff.”

I’ll be exercising and hopefully by next week I’ll be two-handed because this one-handed stuff is the pits.

Until next time.

WINSLOW FARM
Saturday, July 14, 2018
Charlotte

Due to my accident—still typing one handed—I have not shared my most recent publication, available now on Amazon, “Winslow Farm.” For all my fellow West Virginians, the novel is set in Lost Creek. Published by Van Rye Publications, the book features Joy, who purchases a farm to escape the hectic pace of her up-and-coming career in Nashville as a blue grass singer. Upon arrival, she meets Gabriel, who was forced to sell the farm to pay his parents’ bills, but he remains on the farm as a caregiver, with his precious little brother, Brian, who has Down Syndrome. Because their parents were killed in an automobile accident, Gabe has resigned from the military to come home and care for the boy.

Inexplicably, Brian, usually painfully shy, falls head over heels for Joy, telling her Gabe plays the guitar, sings, and has wings. Gabe explains the lad saw a picture in his mom’s Bible and now insists he has wings—or does he?

Brian meets the first band member to arrive, Willy, the drummer. Despite Gabe’s caution it wasn’t appropriate, Brian convinces Willy to cut his “awful dreadlocks”. Joy does cut Willy’s dread locks, and Brian calls him William. Although Brian is not the only one to fall for Joy, Gabe informs his brother it isn’t appropriate to court his boss.

When Joy allows Brian to go off with her substitute guitarist, who is a bully, and Gabe discovers it, he grabs his rifle, and runs after them. She knows he was a sniper and fears when she hears shots, but Gabe has had to kill a mama bear outside the cave where her cubs are. She, Gabe, and Brian take the mauled guitarist to the hospital. Upon his discharge, Gabe puts him on the first plane. Joy fears Gabe hates her because of her poor judgement. Finding her in tears, Gabe confesses his love.

The drama increases because a deranged stalker threatens Joy, forcing a hasty marriage so Gabe can be with her 24/7.