Home from writing conference

Home from writing conference
Tuesday, June 25, 2019 by Charlotte SneadJoe and I returned Saturday from Saint David’s Christian Writers, my favorite conference—so much laughter, as well as serious study. M

Joe and I returned Saturday from Saint David’s Christian Writers, my favorite conference on Saturday—so much laughter, as well as serious study. My amazing class on soul care for the writer was terrific. Joe not only drove me, he also attended classes with me. How fun. He even wrote a mission statement. I have finally convinced him he has a platform on Facebook. Be sure to friend him. We are contemplating going to the Greater Philadelphia conference, but it may conflict with our Tom’s visit. When I wrote Tom that Joe needed to have an appointment with the gastric folks about the possibility of surgery for his diverticulitis, he agreed to fly his family here. They will finally meet their east coast cousins. (We usually go out to the west coast, but if Joe had an attack on a five hour flight, it wouldn’t be good.)

Tom and Pam are thriving in North Bend. The school there has met their needs so much better than their former school. Caleb plays football, and Lilly is in the choir. (We pray Caleb won’t break any bones.)

Poor Steve and family visited here recently. (Steve is concerned to visit Alan, Dave’s boy, regularly, because he is an only child.) Dave has been back and forth to Johns Hopkins but we believe they are discovering his problem. Anyway, as per Toms’s request, Steve and Mary Katherine will load up their three sons to come back to see the west coast contingent.

How grateful Joe and I are that our adult children are close. We must have done something right— but God dealt us a good hand.

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Jesus only rebuked his disciples for lack of faith—oh, and not allowing the children to come to Him—saving his rebukes for religious leaders who were hypocrites. After feeding five thousand and then four thousand, how could his disciples fret over no bread on their sail across the lake? The Master could feed thirteen men if he had fed thousands! Yet I faltered over less than that last week.

My blog masters called me last Monday, asking if I knew my website was down. No. We worked all morning to discover why, knocking on closed doors. Word Press had closed my site, handing it off to another company. Me of little faith wept. I am launching a new book. A Place to Live came out last month and I’m in the midst of marketing it. All my marketing has the old website name on it. Didn’t God know this?

Of course He did, and by the end of the day my wonderful blog masters at Celebrity Web Design had a new one set up, one that I own: charlottesnead.com

How cool is that? Just my name. I didn’t even know I could do that. God can do exceeding abundantly. So I downloaded all my subscribers and notified them of the name change. Since that time, I have doubled them! Thank you, God. Like the father I cry out: I believe, Lord, help Thou mine unbelief. Forgive me.

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