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Romance is vital in marriage. I married in 1962 and began to mentor Mothers of Preschoolers in 1994.. Every year since I began, my groups insist I do my "sex talk," but it is more than that. 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.

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Mentoring the Next Generation--A Call
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

When I chose to breastfeed, I was the first in my family. I read and studied. It was healthiest choice for me and the baby, but I had no support, no role models. The La Leche book, The Womanly Art of Breastfeeding observes breastfeeding is an art, a skill passed down from mother to mother. Since the generation before me chose bottles over nature, I needed help to develop the skill—thank God for those mentors who supported me! I read, I watched, and I learned. My pediatrician (a man) wrote on his instructions for new mothers: ALL MY MOTHERS WILL BREASTFEED OR I WILL KNOW THE REASON WHY, and now we’ve come full circle. Hospitals offer lactation consultants; science is catching up with the wisdom of the ages.

Mothering, parenting, isn’t automatic. Not much in life is—breathing, maybe, but even that has to be encouraged to begin. Sex? We make babies, but other cultures are much more open about teaching the art of making love. I provide wonderful Christian books for my young married Mothers of Preschoolers on our bookshelf: Intended for Pleasure, and Sheet Music, to name two favorites, to read, and the Team insists during Valentine’s month I give a presentation on the womanly art of making love (It is the most well-attended meeting every year!)

We hear a call for the next generation to rise up to leadership, but do they know how? We have offered entitlements, freebies, and so many safety nets that this coming generation hasn’t learned a work ethic, budgeting, earning your way, let alone how to stay married and how to nurture and discipline children. As parents and grandparents, elder men and women in the church, we must offer godly examples, involve ourselves with the generation below us, to give them a hand up.


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Growing Family
Monday, July 11, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

Grandparents can never have too many grandchildren, and we learned we have another on the way. Eight grandsons. Our sons have started calling Joe ‘The Patriarch of this great clan.’ Our only grand-daughter was adopted from China in 2015. (We have four adopted grandchildren, all gifts from God. We take ’em any way we can get ’em.)

Our youngest son informs us number ten, gender unknown, will join us in January. The Grandchildren range in age from 22 to in utero. Keeps us young! And we will eagerly welcome number ten as much as we did number one, because each is special and unique, and a gift.

The greatest blessing of all is that the kids are taught to know and respect their grandparents. When we pull up after a long journey and the back door flies open and we hear “Grammy is here! Pop is here! Our hearts beat faster, and smiles light our faces. The little one who lives near us wakes up on Saturdays and wants to come to Pop’s house, to play with the train or ride on the tractor. Last weekend we shot off fireworks.

Our relationships with the newer grandchildren is different. We can’t roll on the floor and romp with them like we did twenty years ago, but our legacy endures. They love to hear stories of when their parents were young. The two most recently arrived from China say in China they had no family, “but in America, we have family.” You betcha!

WV Flood
Tuesday, July 05, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

My daughter is living through the West Virginia flood. She hasn’t lost a loved one, although some of their friends have. She hasn’t lost her home, although some of her friends have. She’d lost her hot water heater and her HVAC, and everything else in her basement. Her husband’s truck washed up on her neighbor’s porch. It was totaled. Likewise, his motorcycle.

Relief is flooding in, help in cleaning out her basement, deliveries of food, water and cleaning supplies, mostly from God’s Army, the Church. Bless those who brought them.

Throughout the week of fear, sleeplessness, loss, and confusion, she has been on Facebook posting encouraging words, photos—some horrible, some unbelievable, and one of a brand new clean American flag waving from her front door. She has remained faith-full, although she called me one evening in a quavering voice, requesting prayer because, “it’s hard, Mom.”

She’s not our baby anymore. She’s an amazing woman. She is my hero. I just sent her a one-text: Brave. She is the epitome of WV Proud. WV Strong. She’s my daughter.

FEMA can’t do it all. We have roads to rebuild. Bridges to rebuild. Schools to rebuild. But I see the spirit of the most amazing men and women of W.V. who will rise up, and I see strangers pouring in from neighboring states and even as far away as Kansas City and Great Britain.  I see the strength of the human spirit, touched by God’s Spirit, and I know nothing is impossible!


Purpose, Passion and Platform
Monday, June 27, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

As an author, why do I write what I do?

At St. David’s Christian Writers’ Conference, I spoke with an agent, who said I was inappropriate for the Christian market. I need to tone it down to sell a manuscript. My first publisher said I am a hard sell because I’m too edgy for the Christian market and too spiritual for the secular market.

A couple in an as yet unpublished book is asked to do a sexuality workshop at a Christian businessmen’s conference. The lifelong Christian wife tells her passionate, recently-saved husband God is embarrassing at times (when He talks about sex). After all, God wrote The Song of Solomon!

The tagline for my blog is "Sacred Passion—It’s God's Idea." The Church hungers for edifying Christian fiction celebrating the joy God has given us in marriage. We do not teach our young people this  in our churches. As the founder of Central West Virginia Center for Pregnancy Care, I have worked with teens since 1985, dealing with unplanned pregnancies, teaching purity in school and church settings, and helping the clients turn their lives around. As a Mentor Mom for Mothers of Preschoolers since 2006, I have taught and counseled dozens of women each year. Our society needs this. We need to celebrate what God has created! 

Or course this agent can’t market my books. She doesn’t share my purpose, passion, or platform, and I can’t betray them.


Golf Course in Heaven
Friday, June 17, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

We experienced a rigorous trip home from the funeral in Houston—one cancelation and several delays, we arrived at our airport after midnight Tuesday. We collected bags, which followed us from the canceled flight, retrieved our car, and drove two hours home, pulling into our driveway at 3:40 AM. My husband is phenomenal! He slept until 11 and was at work by noon. I made it to my first Bible study meeting at a senior citizens apartment complex at 1 PM. After With the cancelations and delays, I feared I’d have to miss it.

I was walking on water, with little sleep, but God brought together seven lovely ladies and began to form a community. May God make us salt, and light, joy and peace in a lonely apartment building filled with depressed older and struggling disabled folks. I’m blessed to be among these women. May we strengthen one another and reach out to others.

After my last post, friends have asked me if I’ve cried yet. Not really, A few moist eyes, a few heart twinges, but the funeral was triumphant, uplifting, and faith-filled. A blessed time. How could I weep when my brother-in-law saw the Kingdom and testified he was entering in? He heard golfers “up ahead,” when it was pouring rain outside. He asked his daughter for his driver, and she fetched it (while his caregiver warned “Mr. John” not to wave that club in the bedroom). His daughter asked about the course. While thunder and lightning crashed outside his window, he stood on the edge of heaven and beheld a beautiful eighteen-hole course with perfect greens.

I shall miss John, but I rejoice in the coming eternal glad reunion. I am not as those who have no hope!