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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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Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Charlotte S. Snead


Seeing autumn come, I think the seasons of life are as different as spring and winter. I wouldn’t want to repeat the teen years, but I loved the season of scholarship, the challenges Duke University and the School of Social Work at the University of North Carolina afforded me—wonderful, challenging times.

Prepared for a career, the season of motherhood took me by surprise—it was a joyous, busy season. I never expected the learning and growing of those days. My children taught me more than I ever taught them! Those little ones bring you to your knees.

I immersed myself in their schooling and sent them off to college. I watched my last son pull off in a U-Haul for his first job, and I knew our lives had changed forever.

Not only did our love life heat up in our empty nest, I also found myself freed for other pursuits. After five children and one foster daughter, I was free.

I published my first book at age 69, and now I have three more published and three under contract. It is a good season. What else does God have in store?

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Christianity: Before and After
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Charlotte S. Snead

Then and Now Christianity

A popular Christian song by Josh Wilson, “That was Then, This is Now,” declares I’m not the same as I once was. When we come into the Kingdom of God, we should be different, we talk differently, act differently. We are a new creation, and old things are passed away. People should notice that change, and we will overcome by the word of our testimony as we explain them.


In 1972, my husband’s job sent him away for a year of study. He was skilled in his work, but he had a temper back then, and his nickname was “Angry Joe.” During that year, his life was turned right-side-out by our powerful God. He returned to his office and within six weeks he was dubbed, “Holy Joe.” God had changed him, and it showed. He was, and has continued to be, God’s trophy.

In adversing we see people who’ve lost weight or had surgical procedures in boastful before and after photos. The spirit world sees our before and after images, and our world should see them, too.  Let us live our new life with boldness so others might see and ask, and we can share the Good News of what God has wrought in us.

And don’t stop. Pursue holiness and grow form faith to faith and glory to glory. The new birth is the beginning. We learn to walk in the ways of God—more grace, more love, more forgiveness—yes, and more signs following to reveal God’s Kingdom. 

What Love Isn't
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Charlotte S. Snead

One of the problems with our English language is that we don’t have enough words to express the nuances that other languages can convey. The Greek language, for example, has three main words for love: phileo, or friendship love, like in Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love; eros, or lust, like in erotica; and the highest form of love, agape, which is usually associated with divine love.


Our problem in the United States is that our concept of love tends to be defined from Hollywood, where it is associated with a perpetual image of a combination of sexual satisfaction, romantic bliss, and no negatives. As starry-eyed teens, we female types stumble around creating every handsome boy into our image of the Perfect Man. Unfortunately, when we get to know him—especially after we marry the guy—he turns out to have clay feet. This love god with clay feet cannot make us happy, so do we dump him and chase after the next guy we try to create after our own image?


What is love, then, in truth? As we look at a living bravely life this year in MOPS, I will be talking a lot about choices we make. Each fruit of the Spirit is a choice, and Love is supremely a choice. Oh, I know, Hollywood leaves us with our eyes brimming and our heart fluttering, but when we wake up with old morning breath over there, it comes down to a Choice. When he has no idea what he has done to hurt your feelings, can you forgive him, whether you feel like it or not? Has he forgotten your birthday or your anniversary? Has he left you exhausted with screaming children to go play darts?  He has grown up in a different family, and brings to the marriage his own baggage of hurts, his own ways of expressing love (or not! I married a Scotsman who thought tenderness was weakness. I asked him once why he never told me he loved me, and his answer: I married you, didn’t I? I bring the paycheck home every week, don’t I?”) It’s taken me a long time to convince him women need to HEAR it, over and over.)


As Moms we have daily opportunities to choose to love. I don’t need to tell you that tantrum-throwing toddlers don’t evoke feelings of love. When the little brat hollers “NO!” in your face and bops you one, our inclination is to strike out. As mature women—most of the time—we know that striking out doesn’t teach and train. We choose to moderate our response, exercising restraint and discipline. The feelings come when the little angels are asleep and look so innocent and sweet! Or when they little arms curve around your neck, and they say: “I love you best of all.”


Love then is choosing, willing the very best for another and deciding to work toward making that happen. It means getting up in the middle of the night and cleaning up puke—don’t we all just feel lovey-dovey then? It means setting aside your book to read his, giving up your new shoes to buy ones for their growing feet, giving up your vacation because you have hospital bills. It’s living on one salary so you can be there to teach and to guide.


I always tell young women, if you choose to love, if you choose to forgive, if you act loving and forgiving, the feelings will surely follow. If I could give you the one secret to being married for 51 years, it is this: don’t ever let him suspect that you don’t feel loving at this moment. Feelings are fickle things; they change with PMS, with lack of sleep, with bad news. Choose Love—you aren’t really faking it, you are just acting in faith, knowing that your feelings lie and they will fall into line if you stay the course.


Whether it’s in MOPS, in church, at work or play, choose love. It’s a gift of the Holy Spirit and available by His grace. Paul wrote that three things endure forever: faith, hope, and the agape kind of love, and the greatest of these is love. If your love tank is running on empty, remember, God is love, and only He can give you the love you need for your husband, your children and your friends.


Going and Growing Family
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Charlotte S. Snead

Growing and Going Family

Life never remains the same. Beth, our oldest, has been living with us for over a year, and she now has moved to an apartment in Morgantown, near her law office. 

Tom (third child, oldest boy) and his wife and two boys are in China adding a boy L(6) and a girl (12) to their family. They now live near Seattle, Washington.


Our youngest son is moving from Virginia to Nashville, Tennessee with his famiy. (4 hours away to 8!)

We are blessed to have healthy families. We spend last Sunday with middle son, Dave and his son. What a happy kid!

I have started a new year with Mothers of Preschoolers. This is my twentieth year with this wonderful group of young moms—target audience for my books! But these women are ever-changing as they “out-grow” MOPS when their last child goes to school. Young mothers give me hope for my country and the next generation. Each year we see new ones and say farewell to the departing moms. How I love them! Amazing gals.

Thank God I am blessed to be productive and fulfilled—eager to meet the new grandchildren. We will be doing a lot more traveling!

Love for a Lifetime
Wednesday, September 09, 2015
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 (52) and have so much love between us.”

In these days of disposable marriages, it is rare, and significant, and God-given. Yesterday 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.