My baby's wedding

My baby's wedding
Friday, November 11, 2011 by Charlotte S. Snead

This weekend I bought a dress for my baby’s wedding. The fifth. I remember when the UHaul pulled down our road with all his worldly possessions, and I knew the life I had known for so long would never be the same.

When you have three toddlers, you feel you have no time to be yourself. We adopted Candace when I was pregnant with Tom, and Beth was not quite three. (Candace came home January 27. She was two on February 14, Beth was three on March 12, and Tom was born on April 16!) I just prayed for a few years, trying to get a breath and remember who I was. Actually, that year I really pressed into God, because I could not do this on my own. I needed help!

Joe was in residency at the time, and he wasn’t much help. But God was. The night Candace was grieving for her old life, and Beth didn’t understand, I sat on a step with my big Tom-belly in between the girls on each knee and we sang: “Jesus loves me, this I know.” (A great theologian, when asked what was the most profound theological truth simply sang that old verse from our childhood.)

When Tom was three, Dave came along, and two years later we had Steve. Steve, my baby, the groom, was my most pleasant baby. He never demanded much; he was a content baby. He loved his brothers and sisters, and never had his very own time until he was a junior in high school. Finally, he was the only child. Sometimes people ask if you have a favorite. I do: each one of them, the one I am with right now, the one who needs me the most.

And when they are all gone, life changes. People see who you are, just yourself, not someone’s mom. But now I am just me, in my heart of hearts, I know: I am always Mom, and I always will be.

Blessings!

Charlotte Snead

Mentor Mom

December,

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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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