Melanie Stevenson

Celebrate the Season: I’ll Be Home Christmas Anthology is Here!

This week, something rather special occurred—the release of the Fab Four Christmas anthology, I’ll Be Home, a compilation of four novellas of faith, hope, love… and trains.

This collection is the birth of an idea, tossed out last spring during one of our road trips, now released into the world. It is a combined work of creativity, comradery, and companionship, and a physical reminder that we don’t do life alone, that we are better together, both with other creatives and with our Creator.

I’ll Be Home

Four Contemporary Christmas Novellas of Faith, Hope, Love (and Trains).

Who are the Fab Four? We are four authors who were thrown together by what some may call “chance” but who we call God. As the description appears at the front of our anthology, “We jokingly refer to ourselves as the Fab Four, a group of authors God has beautifully knit together. We have become so much more than writers; we’ve become dear friends.”

Prior to this group of ladies, writing had been a rather solitary venture for me. I had attended a few Write Canada conferences, but, for many years, had been plodding, or “plotting” away on my own. It wasn’t until three other writers (three of the Fab Four—thus why I’ve labeled myself the “four” in our group) invited me to a writer’s retreat in Niagara that things came together. These ladies encouraged me to come with them to a couple of writers’ conferences in the States (Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference and the American Christian Fiction Writers Conference in St. Louis), and the rest, as they say, is history.

Almost two years later, here we are launching, I’ll Be Home.

You never know what a singular choice to step out of your comfort zone might lead to. This was preempted by choosing “fearless” as my word of the year in 2019. After that, I kept going. Whenever I could, I pressed the override button on fear. Ever since, when an opportunity that scares me comes across my path, be it something as simple as complimenting a stranger, trying something new or outside my comfort zone, and, yes, going to a writer’s event, I embrace it. That shift has had a significant impact on my life and because of it, I’m telling you about a book collaboration with these excellent female writers and friends, that released this week.

Our writing reflects our unique differences. Helen wrote a historical, Sara a romance, Darlene a cozy mystery, and I wrote a rom-com. There’s something for everyone, and all are feel-good Christmas stories written to spread a little warmth, joy, and even a few smiles this Christmas.

Where My Heart Belongs

by Melanie Stevenson

“Where My Heart Belongs is a joyous, heart-stirring, mug-of-hot-chocolate-with-whipped-cream-and-marshmallows of a story, and a definite highlight of this wonderful Christmas collection. The fact that it’s set in Quebec is even more special, reviving fond memories for this Canada-loving author and reader. I loved it.”

– Carolyn Miller, award-winning author of the Original Six and Muskoka Romance Series


My novella is a fun rom com entitled, “Where My Heart Belongs”. Here is the back cover copy:

When dreams take a detour, love finds its way.
Having given up the better part of her twenties climbing the corporate ladder and crushing on her dashing boss, Porsha jumps on the opportunity to impress him by giving a keynote speech, even if it is in a language she hasn’t spoken since high school. One obstacle after another to getting a promotion (not to mention gaining her boss’s affection) stacks up, and her Christmas plans quickly unravel. When she bumps into a handsome, bell-ringing street Santa, not only her plans but her entire life just might change.

We’ve had some excellent reviews from readers and are so excited about this collection. We hope you will love the first book from the Fab Four!

Keep doing what scares you. You never know where it will lead!

To grab your copy of I’ll Be Home Click HERE https://www.amazon.com/Home-contemporary-Christmas-story-collection/dp/1069016209/ref=pd_ci_mcx_mh_mcx_views_1_image?pd_rd_w=Ya7Eg&content-id=amzn1.sym.bb21fc54-1dd8-448e-92bb-2ddce187f4ac%3Aamzn1.symc.40e6a10e-cbc4-4fa5-81e3-4435ff64d03b&pf_rd_p=bb21fc54-1dd8-448e-92bb-2ddce187f4ac&pf_rd_r=04M4GWPSX22DJH9R6K5W&pd_rd_wg=JlhsC&pd_rd_r=c6183993-3d67-4e1b-bb40-5d9a10f4b89f&pd_rd_i=1069016209

Embracing Life’s Seasons

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” ~ Eccleciates 3:1

Summer yawned into Fall this year, hesitant to depart and lazily lounging over the shortening sunshiney days. It warmly greeted me for coffee on the porch and lingered in the cricket-chorused evenings. Even now, as I peer out my window while writing this, I question its impending departure.

The seasons where I live in Ontario, Canada, are pronounced. I don’t mean we sound them out clearly, but they each have specific characteristics. Fall is a vibrant cacophony of color contrasted with blazing blue skies and crisp, fire-smoke-infused air. But this year, Summer has been reluctant to pass the baton to Fall.

Though on the cusp of Thanksgiving weekend in Canada, the leaves have been slow to change on our quaint street. A few early dissenters dust the sidewalk, but most appear full of chlorophyll and clinging to the branches. I imagine, in a couple more weeks, once the summer relents and the frost arrives, there will be a riot of color and the frenzy of falling leaves. Until then, I’ll take every opportunity to enjoy lunch outside with friends and collect a few bonus morning coffees on the porch, embracing every last sun-kissed day.

Not only do I prefer the warm, endless summer days, but I also prefer “summer-like” conditions in my life. Given the choice, I’d remain in the sunshine, wrapped in warmth and comfort. But those fair-weather conditions aren’t always conducive to resiliency and personal growth, are they? Sometimes, they render us complacent. Just as much as we need seasons of flourishing beauty, we also need letting-go seasons, biting-cold winters, and spring-like restarts.

Whether we like it or not, our lives are full of varying seasons. Even though we’re partial to some more than others, all must be traversed to encourage growth. The problem is, sometimes, we refuse to let go of a season. We, like this summer, overstay. We fail to see that we must move on to the next season with its distinct features. Instead, we cling to comfort and refuse to launch into the newness that awaits.

The reason, if we’re honest, is that we’re often fearful of change. We’re afraid of the unknown on the other side of this season. Sometimes, we worry that the current season will never depart or the next may be even worse. Other times, though the season changes, we’re stuck in the old one, pursuing what is perishing or wallowing in the dark chill of winter.

When I hang on to a season that has passed, it signals a lack of trust (aka. fear), thanklessness, willfulness, or bitterness. I may have failed to embrace the aspects the season was meant to offer; even more, I may have failed to embrace the One who offers His hand to traverse it.

What would it look like to embrace the season we find ourselves in and then release it when it has passed? How changed would we be if we stopped chasing after falling leaves, bemoaning what we lack, or complaining about where we find ourselves? How might we allow this present season to transform us? And what would it look like to bravely step into the next one?

As we approach Thanksgiving, can we find thankfulness for all life’s seasons? Not lagging behind, not rushing ahead, but in step with Jesus. Can we trust that God has a purpose and plan for every season and that our only aim is to remain with him throughout every one?

May God be all you need as you cling to Him during this season of your life.

Reflections:

  1. Make a list of things you can be thankful for during this season of your life.
  2. Make a list of the things you are having difficulty letting go of.
  3. Take some time to release what needs to be released, and thank God for all you have been given.