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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!
Vacation Bible School War
Your biggest struggle will not be the homesick, hot-tempered or ADD child. Your biggest struggle is against the cosmic powers over this present darkness.
Responding to Praise in a God Glorifying Way
Little else makes me more uncomfortable than when a well-meaning friend heaps praise on my husband or me for our work in ministry. It is uncomfortable because a huge part of me not only loves the praise but longs for it all the while knowing it is not mine to have or desire....
Can I really be anxious for nothing?
He preached it on a Sunday. Do not be anxious. Then he confessed the irony of his growing apprehension as the Sunday deadline rushed closer. Even the preacher knows anxiety. But he knows anxiousness is only a symptom of the deeper problem. The problem isn't anxiety, he says....
Paradox
Find by losing. Receive by giving. Rule by serving. Lead by following. Live by dying. Weakness is strength. The first are last. The poor are the rich. The slaves are free. We are saint and sinner, flesh and soul, old and new. He lifts high the low. He exalts the humble. God is...
Dress for the life you want
No one can open your bible and seek the Lord for you. No one can fill your mind with memorized Scripture. No one can offer forgiveness on your behalf. You decide every day whether you will dress for the future as part of the bride of Christ or choose attire that suits a sinner.
Mother’s Day brings joy and grief – not just to mothers but also to some children
"Why would my other mom give me away?" My heart breaks like it did when his sister asked the same question a few years ago. Raw emotion surges through me as I fumble to answer questions no child should ever have to ask. But, she asked back then, and he asks now. This is a hurt...