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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.

I write Romance to promote the marital relationship. God wrote the Song of Solomon, and he tells us the marriage bed is undefiled. We should celebrate his sacred gift! For a good read, check out my books. 

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Love for a Lifetime
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

Love for a Lifetime

Last night I was sitting in a chair reading and I glanced over at my husband, who was building rockets for his Royal Rangers—our church scouting program. I watched him a moment before saying, “Do you realize how blessed we are?”

Barely looking up, he asked, “How so?” his hands still busy.
“To be together all these years (54) and have so much love between us.”

In these days of disposable marriages, it is rare, and significant, and God-given. I read James Patterson’s new book, “Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas.” A tender tear-jerker about a man who found the precious gift of lifetime love. Well worth the read. I’m going to tweet it, pin it, and Facebook it.

Life-time love is hard earned. It requires devotion, loyalty, faithfulness, forgiveness, plowing through the hard times, laughing through the good times, and never giving up on one another. Now we finish each other’s sentences, know each other’s jokes, and carry each other’s burdens—two are better than one, God says, for if one falls, the other can help him up.

Thanks, Joe, for picking me up, time after time, I love you more today than yesterday, more this year than last year, and the year before. I love the children and grandchildren we share. I love our history together—the good, the bad and the ugly—it made us who we are today. Two clay pots in the Master’s Hand.

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And the Good News Is . . .
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

And the Good News is . . .

We all have a work for God. On Sunday, my preacher exhorted us to roll up our sleeves and get on with the “work” of the ministry.

My work is to write fiction that woos people to Christ, and I “work” at my ministry. I go to conferences and workshops, I write and write and rewrite. Ove six years ago my former publisher told me my next series would be The Hope House Girls—the ongoing stories telling the redemptive plan of God in the lives of the five girls who shared a summer at a maternity home.

 My former publisher dropped off the map, not even publishing the four books in the first series, but I kept writing, pitching, perfecting. I won a contest with Jan Carol Publishing, and the first book, A Place to Live, is hot off the press.

Yesterday, Jan Carol Press told me they would publish the series! Now, I will tell my readers how God turned a girl caught up in the sex trade into a minister. How He made a sexually abused kid into a loving wife and mother with a successful trade. How God freed a girl who was gang raped and made her a Psalmist who freed others. And how God turned an ‘ugly,’ rejected woman into a pediatrician and her husband’s Nile goddess.

God does have a plan and a purpose for each of us, and some of such were we (I Corinthians 6:11), but now we are sanctified . . .  justified in the name of the Lord Jesus and by the Spirit of our God. I want to share their inspiring journeys with you.


We Are Mops
Wednesday, September 07, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

On a recent trip to Nashville, my four year old grandson asked me where Mama was. He and Pop were playing in the sandbox, and his mother took his brother inside for a diaper change. I assured him she would be right back—she had gone inside to change brother. Without missing a beat, pushing his bulldozer around the sand, he said: “Good.  When parents are nearby, children are happy and contented.”

We underestimate the need for children to feel secure and how much the presence of loving parents creates strong, healthy kids--happy and contented children.

You have chosen to focus on them, and Moms who choose children above all else never regret it. Sometimes moms have to work, but your children are very much aware of your priorities.

Careers can wait. Kids are gone in the blink of an eye.

Being a mom is the most challenging job you’ll ever have—it will drive you to your knees or you won’t survive!

MOPS is here. MOPS is a safe place. We commit to being here for you, to help you be the best mom you can be. We are non-judgmental, supportive, and encouraging.

Mentors have been there, done that, and we are living proof that you will survive your toddlers—and sooner than you think. We will hold confidences, embrace you in your struggles, and rejoice in your triumphs. We are a Safe Place.

Discussion Group is a Safe Place. No gossip, no criticism, no condemnation. Your leaders are available between meetings. They will offer advice if requested, refer you for the help you need, and pray with you anytime.

Each woman on the Team is committed to you and your children, and desires above all else that you are blessed on your mothering journey .

How Beautiful is the Body of Christ
Friday, September 02, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

Malachi Cush, one of the younger performers on the Phil Coulter Tranquility cruise, has a CD we purchased: “Songs for the Soul.” We have been blessed listening to that CD over and over, and among my favorites is “How Beautiful is the Body of Christ.” (This photo is the cover on another of our favorite Malachi albums, “Kindred Spirits”.)

Christ’s Body, which is His church, is altogether lovely. Once, convicted about criticizing a servant of God, I felt God say: “How dare you insult my Bride?”

Now my husband is quick to point out my flaws and to correct my wrong-doings I am grateful for that because he makes me a better person. But I am even more grateful, built up, and strengthened when he runs to defend me. Maybe he can criticize, but don’t let anyone else!

And maybe that’s where correction and reproof should come, from those who love us best—those who know our hearts and offer us unconditional love, who believe in us.

God sees each one of us through faith, finished and perfected in righteousness, which is his gift—none of us achieve right standing with God, but he gives it to us. Have you loved on the Body of Christ today?


Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

I returned from the American Christian Fiction Writers Conference in Nashville yesterday. Worn out! Always much to learn (my brain is stuffed), new networking friends to add, and assignments to accomplish. Good contacts, good friends. Combine that with a visit to our two youngest grandchildren, and it was an incredible, albeit exhausting, trip. My daughter-in-law is a fabulous mother. The boys are exceptionally verbal, love, love, love to read, and so caring. We were there for the older boy’s fourth birthday. After opening all the presents and eating cake, he said, “The best part of my birthday was having Grammy and Pop here.” Melt my heart!

-Looking for my latest books to come in so I can start organizing book signings                  

-Found a new house to pitch

-Learned about my major writing flaw

-Seriously contemplating Indie publishing—received lots of encouragement

-Learned the change in successful pitching requirements—and it requires new outreach 

-Did a complete vege (i.e. absolutely nothing!) when I collapsed at home after the drive

The good news is I’ll have to live a good many more years to accomplish all the Lord has laid on my heart!

The bad news is I don’t want to do anything else, and I have a few obligations: Mothers of Preschoolers starts this week (which I love!), I have to sign up for my two work days at the crafters' co-op where I sell books, and I have a Bible study at the Senior Citizens twice a month. If I were a turtle, I’d pull my head in!



A Place to Live
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

I am excited to share my newest release, A Place to Live. The first release of the Hope House Girls, series, portraying the lives of five girls who shared a summer waiting for their babies. This is Laura’s story. Laura, raised in church but not walking with Christ, is pregnant by her high school boyfriend. He convinces her not to have an abortion, and her parents are furious. The young couple isn’t ready to be parents and place the baby for adoption—but then what? They drift apart, and she is alone. She remains near her friends who settle around Columbus, and discovers God’s plan and future for her, which involves a certain single father preparing for the ministry.

Each story proclaims the redemptive ways of God. I pray you will meet Candy, sexually abused by her mother’s boyfriend, who won’t give up her baby, and the young man who loves them both. And Cathy, a run-away who was caught up in sex trafficking. She finds God’s forgiveness, but can she forgive herself and accept love? She seeks righteousness, and God brings it to her through the family of the man who loves her. And Missy, who loves her daughter but chooses parents for her so she won’t know she was a product of rape. Does God truly have a plan for both of them, the frightened, violated teenager and the baby who healed her? Lastly, Michelle, rejected by the father who thought she was too big and too ugly to be a good match—God has huge surprises for this astounded father as his ugly duckling becomes a beautiful swan her beloved crosses the globe to find her.

Each unique story tells the wondrous works of God, Who brings beauty from ashes and leads the redeemed with singing and everlasting joy upon their heads

A Faith to Die For
Tuesday, August 09, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

Last year 29 young men went to work in Libya. Unable to find work in their own country, Egypt, because of their beliefs. They were Coptic Christians. Captured by Isis, they were forced to kneel on the sand and choose. If they would proclaim themselves to be Muslim, they would. Every one of them proclaimed Jesus is Lord, and one by one they were beheaded. The scene was shown on television across the globe—Isis made poor choice, because the world saw a faith worth dying for. I have a book, Martyred for their Faith, and I receive a monthly magazine by that name. Did you know more Christians have been martyred for their faith in the last century than in all the centuries since the Resurrection of Christ? We think of the lion’s den, the Roman catacombs, Nero—even the Reformation, but no, now is the time of martyrdom.

The Church in America is so blasé. We see fake murders in movies and on TV, but that actor lives another day. It’s not real. Perhaps we have become inured to murder and mayhem. We spend more time arguing about whether gays should have a wedding cake than the death and kidnapping of hundreds of Christians in Africa. We tweet: “bring back our girls” for a couple of days and forget. We don’t imagine it could happen to us here. For us, if someone ridicules us or rejects us, that’s persecution. Give me a break.

If you were forced to kneel and the person beside you had his head cut off, would you, too, confess Jesus? You might die to rescue your child, but would you die for an unseen Savior? In North Korea after the war, Christians were rounded up. A father was forced at gunpoint to dig a trench. His wife and children were marched into that trench and buried alive before his eyes. His wife sang songs of faith and assured her children over and over that: “In just a few minutes we’ll see Jesus.” She knew her husband would be with them in that place that Jesus has prepared for us. One of the soldiers who saw this was haunted until the day he found the Savior and a faith to die for.

Eternity is a long time—an unending time. Talking of His impending death, Jesus said, “If I go, I go to prepare a place for you, and I will come again to receive you to Myself.” We have a personal escort to that place. When the first martyr, Stephen, was stoned, he said, “Behold, I see the heavens opened and the Son of man standing on the right hand of God.” Those 29 young men on the Libyan sand saw the same thing, and like him they cried, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.”

Do we have a faith to sustain us, a faith die for?