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Nanette Thorsen-Snipes


Nanette Thorsen-Snipes is a freelance writer of 20 years and an award-winning author. She began writing in 1981 when her mother was terminally ill with cancer. She began with a year of humorous family columns in a local newspaper. The columns stopped abruptly when her mother died. Though she always had an interest in writing, a strong desire was born at that time to write from her heart.

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She published in several local newspapers before she felt God's call on her writing. She then created two greeting cards, which were accepted by Warner Press and progressed to devotions for The Upper Room and Pathways to God.

After reading a number of writing books, she wrote her first heartfelt article about her youngest son, Jonathan, called "The Greatest of These." This article, originally published in 1990 by Power for Living, has been reprinted in Standard Magazine, Woman's World, and in compilation books such as Stories for a Faithful Heart, Heartstirring Stories of Romance, Melody of the Heart E-Zine and Chicken Soup for the Christian Family Soul and others.

Her stories may currently be found in 17 compilation books.

Nanette's first children's book, Elijah Helps the Widow, is an Arch Book by Concordia which was released July, 2001. She wrote a humorous Thanksgiving story which was published last year in Focus on the Family's Clubhouse Magazine. Currently, she is in the process of writing a series of children's picture books.

Her articles and reprints have appeared in a number of magazines including Focus on the Family's LifeWise (forthcoming), Mature Living (forthcoming), Power for Living, Woman's World, Christian Reader, Accent on Living, Seek, The Lookout, Home Life and others.

Married for 25 years to Jim, Nanette has four adult children and two grandchildren. The only child she has left at home is Possum, her feisty cat who thinks he's a dog.
"The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace." Numbers 6:24-26



See exanded list of Publishing credits, Conferences, Awards, and Memberships.

"A Faithful Friend," Forget Me Knots, Obadiah Press, 2002

7 devotions and 2 poems, Soul Retreats for Couples, Zondervan, 2003

"Tough Love (Prodigal Son)", Chicken Soup for the Christian Woman’s Soul, Health Commun., 2002

Reprint, "My Stepfather, the Country Bumpkin," Melody of the Heart E-Zine, 2002

Reprint, "Love that Blossoms," Seek, 2003

"Mountain Man with the Faith of a Mustard Seed," Mature Living, 2003

"In the Desert?" Advanced Christian Writers, 2002
"Greatest of These," Rest Stops for Busy Teachers, Broadman & Holman (forthcoming)

"A Poem Ministry" and "Ornaments," God’s Abundance, Starburst Pub., Paperback, 2002

*Sold over 100,000 copies*

Reprint, "Planting Love," Stories for the Teen’s Heart, Vol. 3, Multnomah Publishing, 2002

Reprints, 6 stories, Mother, Stories to Warm Your Heart, Publications, International, Ltd., 2001

Reprint, "When Fireflies Wink," Small Miracles for Women, Adams Media, 2000

Reprint, "The Greatest of These," Woman’s World, May 23, 2000

"When I was the Prodigal Son," For the Extreme Teen’s Heart, Multnomah Pub, 2000

*Finalist for the 2001 Gold Medallion Award*

Reprint "Wooden Boat Restorer," Solutions Factory, 2000

"When Fireflies Wink" & "The Greatest/These," Chicken Soup for the Christian Family Soul, 2000

"The Greatest of These" and "Love that Blossoms," Stories for a Faithful Heart, Multnomah, 2000

"Thankful Heart" and "Love Blossoms," Stories of Love, Broadman & Holman, 2000

Lead story (reprint), "Greatest of These," Heart-stirring Stories of Romance, Broadman & Holman, 2000

20 devotionals in In the Kitchen with God, Honor Books, Mar. 2000

Article and photos, "Spirit of Love" (Noah’s Ark) in Ga. EMC Magazine, 2000

Ordinary Heroes column, "Santa Ed, A Hope for All Seasons," Christian Reader, Nov/Dec. 1999


Article, "An Angel Watching Over Me," Whispers from Heaven, Publications Intl., Ltd. Aug., 1999

Devotions and poems, Soul Retreats for Couples, Zondervan (forthcoming)

Four poems, Dear Daughter, Reader's Digest Books, 2003

Nanette Thorsen-Snipes has provided a beautiful writing sample that she's published many times.  Reading her work will warm your soul and inspire you to submit your work.

Published in:

Woman’s World, 2000,

Chicken Soup for the Christian Family Soul, 2000

Stories for a Faithful Heart, Multnomah, 2000

Heart Stirring Stories of Romance, B&H, 2000


  Standard, 1999

Rest Stops for Busy Teachers, 2002God’s Vitamin "C" for the Spirit of Women, 1997

Power for Living, 1991

Tapestry, 2002

The Greatest of These

By Nanette Thorsen-Snipes

My day began on a decidedly sour note when I saw my six-year-old wrestling with a limb of my azalea bush. By the time I got outside, he’d broken it.

"Can I take this to school today?" he asked.

With a wave of my hand, I sent him on. I turned my back so he wouldn’t see the tears gathering in my eyes. I loved that azalea bush. I touched the broken limb as if to say silently, I’m sorry.

I wished I could have said that to my husband earlier, but I’d been angry. The washing machine had leaked on my brand-new linoleum. If he’d just taken the time to fix it the night before instead of playing checkers with Jonathan. What are his priorities anyway? I wondered.

I was still mopping up the mess when Jonathan walked into the kitchen. "What’s for breakfast, Mom?"

I opened the empty refrigerator. "Not cereal," I said, watching the sides of his mouth drop. "How about toast and jelly?" I smeared the toast with jelly and set it in front of him. Why was I so angry? I tossed my husband’s dishes into the sudsy water.

It was days like this that made me want to quit. I just wanted to drive up to the mountains, hide in a crevice, and never come out.

Somehow I managed to lug the wet clothes to the laundromat. I spent most of the day washing and drying clothes and thinking how love had disappeared from my life. Staring at the graffiti on the walls, I felt as wrung-out as the clothes left in the washers.

As I finished hanging up the last of my husband’s shirts, I looked at the clock on the wall. 2:30. I was late. Jonathan’s class let out at 2:15. I dumped my clothes in the back seat and hurriedly drove to the school.

I was out of breath by the time I knocked on the teacher’s door. I peered in through the glass. With one finger, she motioned for me to wait. She said something to Jonathan and handed him and two other children crayons and a sheet of paper.

What now? I thought, as she rustled through the door and took me aside. "I want to talk to you about Jonathan," she said.

I prepared myself for the worst. Nothing would have surprised me. I had had a fight with my husband and we weren’t speaking, my son had broken a limb off my favorite bush, and now this.

"Did you know Jonathan brought flowers to school today?" she asked.

I nodded, trying to keep the hurt in my eyes from showing. I glanced at my son busily coloring a picture. His wavy hair was too long and flopped just beneath his brow. He brushed it away with the back of his hand. His eyes burst with blue as he admired his handiwork.

"Let me tell you about yesterday," the teacher insisted "See that little girl?"

I watched the bright-eyed child laugh and point to a colorful picture taped to the wall. I nodded.

"Well, yesterday she was almost hysterical. Her mother and father are going through a nasty divorce. She told me she didn’t want to live, she wished she could die. I watched that little girl bury her face in her hands and say loud enough for the class to hear, ‘Nobody loves me.’ I did all I could to console her, but it only seemed to make matters worse."

"I thought you wanted to talk to me about Jonathan," I said.

"I do," she said, touching the sleeve of my blouse. "Today your son walked straight over to that child. I watched him hand her some pretty pink flowers and whisper, ‘I love you.’"

I felt my heart swell with pride for what my son did. I smiled at the teacher, "Thank you," I said, reaching for Jonathan’s hand, "you’ve made my day."

Later that evening, I began pulling weeds from around my lopsided azalea bush. As my mind wandered back to the love Jonathan showed the little girl, a biblical verse came to me: "…now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." My son had put love into practice. But all day I had only thought of how angry I was with my husband.

I heard the familiar squeak of my husband’s truck brakes as he pulled into the drive. I snapped a small limb bristling with hot pink azaleas off the bush. I felt the seed of love that God planted in my family beginning to bloom once again in me.

My husband’s eyes widened in surprise as I handed him the flowers. "I love you," I said.