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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.
Thanks for visiting!
She Laughs at the Days to Come
What does it actually mean to laugh at the future? I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately…
Love Comes Home – a short story
I wrote a short St. Patrick’s Day romance called When Love Comes Home. It’s about an Irish café owner, a heartbreak, and the man who walks back into her life when she least expects it.
Join Me on March 7th
We all feel it, don’t we? The quiet nudge when we notice a family who looks like they’re barely holding it together. An ache when we read the headlines. The whisper from the Holy Spirit that says, “Love them.”
But what does helping actually look like? How can one person make a difference? Am I equipped? Where would I even begin?
Those are only a few of the questions that swirl when we see the overwhelming and growing needs of people in our communities. That’s exactly why this evening on March 7th matters.
Valentine Flash Fiction
When a kindhearted first grade teacher receives a mysterious Valentine’s dinner invitation, she discovers her admirer is closer than she ever imagined. With a little help from a matchmaking student, she embraces the possibility of love and family.
Learning to Cope When the Unknown Lingers
I’ve begun to notice how thin the line is between my healthy and unhealthy coping.
A Christmas Prayer
If this season finds you more tired than triumphant, you are not out of place. God wants to draw near. This prayer is for those suffering sorrows in a season that tells them to sing. It is a reminder that God bends low toward the hurting and His mercies come even to “ruined Jerusalems”.