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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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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...
Pray What you Mean and Mean What you Pray
I was in no way prepared for God’s answer. I wanted the victory without the conflict. I wanted motherhood to be a party when its actually a war. Raising children in the ways of the Lord is an all-in, no-holds-barred, the enemy-fights-dirty battle and eternity is at stake. Sometimes, even after suiting up in the armor, we get speared right through the heart.
When a Broken World Breaks your Heart
It comes like a summer drought and cracks open what once was whole. It dehydrates the broken. It shrivels hope into hopelessness. Cotton-mouth despair blows fragmented heart pieces like tumbleweed across the prairie. The earth groans under weighty grief. Can anyone refresh the...
When the grief is deep and hope is dim
Sometimes, trouble lingers. Sometimes we teeter on the edge of Sheol, fall into the pit, and lack strength. The words and feelings that fill our souls are DEAD, in the grave, no more, cut off, depths, DARK and deep. Things lie heavy and overwhelm. We are SHUNNED, horrified,...