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I’m Stacey Weeks, and this is where I share my love for Jesus, family, and all things writing. I often host guest authors that generously share a devotional-style post that connects to their newest release.
I primarily write contemporary romance and romantic suspense, and you can find those titles on the books page. (You can also find my non-fiction titles there!) This blog space is reserved for inspirational and uplifting devotionals to inspire your faith. You’ll meet new authors and be encouraged to press into Jesus.
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Ten years and counting
Today our precious Kate, who we adopted nine years ago, turns ten, but her story is much older. It was woven into the fabric of our marriage before she was born. Kevin and I planned to have a family, but after many years of marriage, we had to consider that maybe our future...
Darker Still
Darkness. Every so often it catches me by surprise leaving me gasping in agonizing grief. Cut down at the knees. Desperate for Light. I turn the news clip off, as if blocking the horrific images will change the truth. Will stop them from burning onto my soul. Dark Iraqi images....
Amazing Grace
A neonatal nurse once told me that singing Amazing Grace to fussy premature infants would calm them. She didn't know why. I do. There is power in proclaiming God's truth. One day, day nine years ago, I first rocked our fussy, premature Kaitlyn and sang the old words, burning...
Count Your Blessings
There is a gratitude challenge floating around Facebook where you tag a friend and for one week they need to post three things for which they are grateful. It's a lovely idea, similar to Ann VosKamp's challenge found in her book, One Thousand Gifts. I was tagged last week, but...
An Uncomfortable God
Sometimes God makes me uncomfortable. There are a lot of things about God that I don’t understand, and confusion frustrates me. I don’t understand how if God is the potter and we are the clay (and if He can make us into anything He wants), why does He make some people for...
Is worry a sin?
For years, intense worry plagued me. It manifested itself in a recognizable pattern. Something would happen, or someone would say something, or I would see or read about some tragedy or disaster, then I would play out every "what if" scenario in my mind. What if this...