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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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For the Love of Family
Monday, April 25, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

I’ve been traveling to Washington State, where my son lives with his family. This grandmother couldn’t stand not seeing up close and personal, how my son’s expanding family is doing, especially after Jackson’s surgery. I didn’t know what to expect after such a traumatic experience, but it wasn’t this exuberant, all-boy, fireball of energy who speaks in three languages: Mandarin, Cantonese, and English! Witty, fun-loving, and full of himself, he gives his folks a run for their money. He is very aware of and very grateful for his new life: Medical care (“in China no doctor help me”), “in America I have family.”

Oldest brother, Caleb does an amazing job with his long-time brother, Min, and this new brother and sister. He watches after them, and shares his folks’ time and energy as they work with these special needs children.

New sister, twelve-year-old Lilly struggles with learning English. “Why you no speak Chinese?” and “Do you understand me?” Her thick accent gives me a hard time, but her wonderful mother understands almost everything. What an amazing mom.

Caleb’s brother of six years from Korea, adopted at 2, spent 7 months in the NICU. He has no enamel on his teeth, and now they are all capped. His vision never developed. Although he has 20/20, he cannot focus and has no peripheral vision. Although bright, he cannot read.

I am awed at my son and daughter-in-law taking on these challenges and loving the children God sent them fiercely. They fight for services, pay for vision training, brain training, medical care, and a normal life for their kids.

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God Pulls a Rescue
Thursday, April 07, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

Last fall our son and daughter-in-law, with their two children, a natural son, 9, and an adopted boy from South Korea, 7, traveled to China and brought home two more siblings, a boy, 6, and a girl, 12, expanding their family generously.

What they did not know, what perhaps no one knew, is that the boy had a head injury at some point in his life. His pediatrician, in order to get a “base line,” suggested an MRI. The radiologist who looked at it came into the room and chatted with this bright, verbal kid, already learning English. His comment was, “Looking at this MRI, I would say this child had an IQ of forty, and I see before me a bright, verbal boy.” He was transported by ambulance and transferred immediately to a pediatric hospital for brain surgery, which was delayed when no active bleed was found after further tests. They determined the injury was old, but within a month, increasing symptoms propelled them to emergency surgery last Saturday.

In China, he went untreated for who knows how long, long enough for scar tissue to form a mass. When the mass was removed, the surgeons reported his brain “rebounded” into the space where it belonged. note the scar on the photo

God chose this lad and brought him here, to one of the best pediatric surgical hospitals in the world. I’d say he was a “brand plucked from the fire.” God saw, God chose, God rescued. I told my son he is privileged to raise this special youngster, and I look forward to seeing the gift he will be to this world.

 

A Work in Progress, my manuscript and I
Saturday, April 02, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

I am at the place in a manuscript where my characters dominate my life—waking sleeping, they are talking in my head, and I am eager to record them on Word. Fortunately, I have to wash the clothes, prepare the meals, and go to the bathroom, or my butt would become permanently affixed to the chair in front of my computer!

I am mulling over words to describe the impact her father-in-law has in the life of my heroine. His faith and love for her is bringing healing, erasing the scars of rejection and the ugly words  said in her past that caused her to think she was too big, too black, too ugly and not very smart. He praises her, admires her, encourages her, and hugs her, a lot. I want to say something like: his faith words dropped into the dry soil of her heart, and his love poured life-giving water, yielding the fruit of self-worth until Michelle liked herself and embraced the person God made her.

And I’m thinking that’s what the lives of Christians should be. Our discussions should be those places of healing, and our fun times and learning times. Our love and prayers can be sources of renewal and recreation, erasing scars of abuse and rejection. Let us carefully nurture each person we encounter, Lord. Make us a safe and healthy place where those around us can thrive and meet the demands of their busy, demanding lives to be the best people they can be.

 

 

The Trees Talk to Her
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

 In my novel,  Recovered and Free, (available on this website) Tim tells his mother the trees talk to his wife. She is walking along, singing, with her face lifted heavenward, and her mother-in-law fears she will walk into a tree. He follows after her, and she pulls down the limber branch of a tree. “Look,” she says, “see what it says? It proclaims new life, Easter is here, he is Risen, and he is coming again.”

Do we listen to the moon encouraging us to reflect the Son?

Do we see the stars reminding us heaven is looking down?

Do we see winter proclaiming spring is coming and the earth will be renewed.

God is speaking.

All nature sings, and round me rings, the music of the spheres.

All creation speaks of God, testifies to his glory, and groans in travail until the sons of man are revealed.

Listen, men of earth

Rise up, church.

For lo, he comes, riding on the clouds.

Our redemption draws nigh.

On An Author Roll
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Charlotte S. Snead

On an Author Roll

Consumed with writing this week, I have written over 22,000 words in a manuscript that has been bubbling for several years. It is the last (maybe second to the last) in the Hope House Girls series. These are the stories of five girls who shared a summer in a maternity home.   A Place to Live, under contract with Jan-Carol, is the first to be published and should be out this summer.  The others are complete but not yet contracted. I have prayed about this one, contemplating and agonizing over it, but I woke up Monday morning with a vision complete.

Other than a brief medical appointment  and spending Thursday working on the MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers) fundraising sub sale, and organizing the MOPS closets Friday morning, I have spent 8-10 hours a day in front of my computer, creating the story of a teenage girl who was rejected by her father, got pregnant at 16, and sent away. God miraculously sends her the one man who can convince her she is beautiful, worth the love he brings her, and able to break down the seemingly irreconcilable differences in her family.  Sacred Passion is God’s Idea, and the love of Marcus Mansour will enable God to bring Michelle victory.

Because I cut myself slicing tomatoes for the subs, I got sidetracked Friday, and even now my typing finger is sensitive. But I must get back to this manuscript, because the characters keep talking to each other in my head, and the scenes dance in my vision.  They are driving me crazy, keeping me awake at night and distracted during the day. It’s an Author Thing. I am gestating a book, and it will be over when I give birth.