🌿 Mystical Gardens Tale 🌿 The Cooling Waters Jill had decided that summer had officially become personal. The heat had been unbearable for days. Not the pleasant kind of summer warmth that made people want to sit outside with a cold drink. This was the kind of heat that seemed to crawl beneath your skin and stay there. Jill woke up irritated. She stepped outside and immediately began sweating. “Wonderful,” she muttered. “It's going to be another one of those days.” Her car wouldn't start. “Of course it won't.” The air conditioner at work wasn't working properly. “Of course it isn't.” Someone had left a door open, letting hot air into the building. “Who does that?” Then someone accidentally bumped into her in the hallway. “Watch where you're going!” The woman stopped and stared at Jill. “I'm sorry.” Jill walked away without answering. She didn't notice the hurt look on the woman's face. By lunchtime, Jill was ready to scream. The restaurant was crowded. Someone's child was crying. A man at the next table was talking too loudly. The waitress brought Jill the wrong drink. “This isn't what I ordered.” “I apologize. I'll get you another one.” “And could you please get it right this time?” The waitress's smile disappeared. Jill didn't notice. Or perhaps she did, but she was too irritated to care. Everything seemed to bother her. A phone ringing. A dog barking. Someone chewing too loudly. A car driving too slowly. A person looking at her for what Jill was certain was too long. “What are you looking at?” she snapped. The man quickly looked away. By late afternoon, Jill was exhausted. And angry. Mostly angry. She couldn't even explain why anymore. All she knew was that everything was getting on her nerves. Then, on her way home, Jill saw something she hadn't seen before. A narrow path between two old trees. It hadn't been there yesterday. Jill stopped. She stared at it. Beyond the trees was a faint green glow. Normally, she would have walked away. But today she was hot, tired, frustrated, and completely out of patience and whatever was there had to be better than here, so she stepped onto the path. Within moments, the world changed. The heat disappeared. Jill stopped walking. A cool breeze brushed across her face. She closed her eyes. “Oh…” She hadn't realized how badly she needed that. The garden stretched out before her. Tall trees formed a canopy overhead. Little streams wound between moss-covered stones. Flowers opened beneath the shade, and somewhere nearby, water trickled over smooth rocks. There were no car horns. No ringing phones. No barking dogs. No crying children. No voices demanding anything from her. Just quiet. Beautiful, peaceful quiet. Jill sat beside the stream and dipped her hands into the cool water. For the first time all day, her shoulders relaxed. She took a deep breath. Then another. And suddenly, something uncomfortable happened... She began remembering. The woman in the hallway. “Watch where you're going!” The waitress. “Could you please get it right this time?” The man at the restaurant. “What are you looking at?” Her coworker. “Who does that?” One memory after another came rushing back. Jill lowered her head. “Oh no.” She hadn't simply been having a bad day. She had been handing that bad day to everyone around her. She had taken her frustration, her discomfort, and her exhaustion and thrown them at people who hadn't caused any of it. The garden remained silent. But Jill had the strange feeling that the giant tree at the center of the garden was watching her. “I was miserable,” she whispered. A leaf drifted down beside her. Jill picked it up. “I was hot. I was tired. Everything was going wrong.” She sighed. “But that doesn't mean I had to make everybody else miserable too.” The breeze moved gently through the branches. Jill smiled sadly. “You know what's worse?” She looked toward the path. “I don't even know if any of them deserved an apology from me.” She paused. “Of course they do.” For the first time that day, Jill laughed at herself. She had spent hours thinking everyone else was the problem. But the garden had given her something the heat never could. Perspective. Jill stood. “I can't undo what I said.” She looked toward the great tree. “But I can go back and do better.” The garden seemed to grow a little brighter. Jill stepped onto the path. The heat returned when she reached the other side. But something inside her had changed. The temperature hadn't changed. Her circumstances hadn't changed. Her car was still broken. The air conditioner still wasn't working. Tomorrow might be just as hot. But Jill wasn't going to let the heat decide who she was. The next morning, she found the woman from the hallway. “I'm sorry,” Jill said. The woman looked surprised. “For yesterday. You didn't deserve the way I spoke to you.” Then Jill found the waitress. She apologized there too. And when someone accidentally bumped into her later that afternoon, Jill felt irritation rising inside her. She opened her mouth. Then stopped. She took a breath. “It's okay,” she said. The person smiled. And Jill smiled back. That evening, Jill returned to the garden. She sat beneath the great tree with her feet beside the cool stream. “Thank you,” she whispered. She finally understood something the garden had been trying to teach her. Sometimes we are uncomfortable. Sometimes we are tired. Sometimes the world seems to be working against us. And sometimes we have every reason to be frustrated. But our circumstances may explain why we're hurting without giving us permission to hurt someone else. The garden could cool Jill's skin. But only she could choose to cool the anger in her heart. And that choice was worth far more than a cool breeze. Seed from the Garden “A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.” — Proverbs 15:1 You may not be able to control the heat, the noise, the traffic, the broken air conditioner, or the things other people do. But you can choose what you do with the frustration those things create inside you. Before you hand your bad day to someone else, stop. Breathe. Cool down. And remember: They may not be the reason you're hurting. Don't make them pay for it. #christianwriter #christianfiction #christianfantasy #stacyfrantz #MysticalGardens

🐞 Miss Tillia’s Garden 🌳 🎂 The Birthday Girl Who Forgot to Have Fun 🥳 🎉 Lily had been waiting for her birthday party for what felt like a hundred years. Actually, it had only been eleven months and twenty-nine days. But when you are a child waiting for your birthday, eleven months and twenty-nine days is practically forever. And today was finally the day! Lily had planned everything. There were colorful balloons tied to the garden fence, flowers arranged around the picnic tables, games waiting to be played, and a beautiful birthday cake sitting safely beneath a little cake cover. She had even made a special sign. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LILY! She stood back and admired everything. “Perfect!” Then she frowned. She walked over to the balloons. “Are you all tied tightly?” She tugged one. The balloon bounced. “Good.” She checked the cake. “Still there.” She checked the games. “Still there.” Miss Tillia watched as Lily checked everything in the garden. “Lily,” she called, “your party doesn't begin for another hour.” “I know!” “You've checked everything three times.” “Only three?” Miss Tillia laughed. Lily giggled and went back to work. Soon the first guests arrived. “Happy birthday!” Each of them handed her a present which she immediately put on the table she had set up just for presents. “Thank you!” Lily hugged her friends. Then looked over their shoulders. “Did everyone get their party hat?” She handed one to each child. “Okay! Now the games are over here." She watched as all her friends began to play. "When we're done playing, we can enjoy a snack. The food is over there. Don't forget the lemonade." Everyone looked at the table with little sandwiches and chips. "And we're going to have cake after presents, but don't touch the cake yet because—” She stopped. All of her friends were staring at her. “What?” “You're not playing.” “Of course I am!” “No, you've been telling everybody else what to do, but you haven't been joining us.” Lily looked around. “Oh.” She hurried over to the first game. “Is everybody ready?” They played a beanbag toss. Lily watched carefully. “That's one point!” She straightened the beanbags. “That's two!” She picked up one that had rolled away. “Okay, everybody throw again!” She noticed one of the balloons had come loose. “Oh no!” She ran after it. She tied it back up. Then she noticed the lemonade pitcher was getting empty. She filled it. Then she noticed one of the children had dropped a napkin. She picked it up. Then she checked the cake. Then the presents. Then the games. Then the balloons. Then the cake again. Miss Tillia's leaves began to wiggle. Not from the wind. From laughter. “Lily,” Miss Tillia said, “when was the last time you had fun?” Lily blinked. “I am having fun.” “Are you?” “Yes.” “Then why haven't I seen you smile?” Lily opened her mouth. Nothing came out. She looked around the garden. Everyone was laughing. Her friends were playing. Someone had put a party hat on a garden statue. Two children were racing to see who could carry the most balloons. And one little boy was trying very hard to eat a cookie without getting the powdered sugar on his nose. He failed. Everybody laughed. Lily smiled. Then she looked at the cake. “The cake!” She started toward it. Miss Tillia's branches suddenly stretched across the path. Lily stopped. “Miss Tillia?” “You forgot something.” “What?” “Your birthday.” “My birthday is right here!” “No, dear. Your party is right here.” Miss Tillia's leaves fluttered. “But the birthday girl seems to be missing.” Lily looked around. “I’m right here!” Miss Tillia shook her branches. “Nope.” Lily giggled. “What do I have to do to find her?” Miss Tillia pointed one branch toward the children. “Stop checking.” Lily looked at the party. “But what if something goes wrong?” “Something probably will.” Lily's eyes widened. “What?!” Miss Tillia laughed. “That's what makes parties interesting!” Just then—POP! A balloon burst. Everyone jumped. Then they laughed. A little later, someone spilled lemonade. Everyone grabbed napkins. Then they laughed. One of the games didn't work the way Lily had planned. So the children invented a new game. And it was much sillier than Lily's original one. Lily finally stopped trying to fix everything. She ran. She played. She laughed. She got frosting on her nose. She accidentally stepped on a balloon and jumped when it popped. She even wore the party hat that had somehow ended up upside down. For the first time that day, she wasn't checking the cake. She wasn't checking the presents. She wasn't checking the games. She wasn't checking whether everyone else was having fun. She was having fun too. When it was finally time for cake, Lily stood beside Miss Tillia and looked around at her friends. “This isn't exactly how I planned it.” Miss Tillia's leaves rustled. “No.” Lily smiled. “It's better.” Miss Tillia's leaves danced happily. “And what did you learn today, birthday girl?” Lily thought for a moment. “That making everything perfect isn't as important as being there to enjoy it.” Miss Tillia laughed. “And?” Lily grinned. “And sometimes the best parts of a party are the things that go wrong!” Just then, the little boy with the frosting-covered nose sneezed. ACHOO! A tiny puff of powdered sugar flew through the air. Everyone laughed. Lily laughed the hardest. Miss Tillia's branches swayed above them. Because sometimes the happiest memories aren't the ones where everything goes perfectly. They're the ones where everyone is together... laughing, playing, making a mess... and enjoying the moment they were given. And Lily? She finally remembered that she wasn't just the one who planned the party. She was the birthday girl. And birthday girls are supposed to have fun too! #misstilliasgarden #christianwriter #christianfiction #christianfantasy #stacyfrantz

What you don’t see behind every book… 📖🤍 The Bible study. The writing. The editing. The rewriting. And a lot of prayer. Writing isn't just creating words. Sometimes, it's surrendering a message God has placed on your heart. A little glimpse behind the books and the journey God is still writing. 🙏 #ChristianAuthor #ChristianBooks #FaithBasedBooks #AuthorLife #ChristianWriter #WritingJourney #FaithBasedAuthor #BookReels #FaithJourney #TheRefinedFaithSeries

🐞 Miss Tillia's Garden 🌳 😩 The Worry Weeds One sunny morning, the children hurried into Miss Tillia's Garden, but nobody was laughing. Emma had received sad news before breakfast, and no matter what she did, she couldn't stop thinking about it. "I wish my thoughts would leave me alone," she sighed. Miss Tillia's leaves rustled softly. "Come over here by me." She gave the children a place to sit by a little patch of the garden that had become covered with strange weeds. The funny thing was, the more everyone stared at the weeds, the faster they grew. Soon they were taller than the children! "Make them stop!" cried Ben. "You can't shrink worry weeds by staring at them," Miss Tillia said with a warmly. "You shrink them by planting something better." She dropped a tiny glowing seed next to reach child. "What kind of seeds are these?" Emma asked. "These are thankful seeds. Say at least one thing you are thankful for when you plant it." The children planted them one by one. "I'm thankful for my family." "I'm thankful for my puppy." "I'm thankful for sunshine." Emma thought for a long time before whispering, "I'm thankful that God is with me... even today." The little seed glowed brighter than all the others. As each thankful flower bloomed, the worry weeds became smaller and smaller. They didn't disappear completely, but they no longer covered the whole garden. Soon butterflies returned, birds began to sing, and Emma noticed she could finally smile again. Miss Tillia wrapped her branches around the children. "Sad news is real," she said gently. "God never asks us to pretend it didn't happen. But when we remember He is still with us and look for the good He has already given us, worry doesn't get to be the biggest thing in our hearts." Worries grow when they become all we look at. Gratitude doesn't erase our problems, but it reminds us that God is still walking beside us through them. "Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." — Philippians 4:6 #misstilliasgarden #christianwriter #christianfiction #christianfantasy #stacyfrantz #MissTillia

Some poems are imagined. This one is lived. Written from a season of uncertainty, unanswered prayers, and choosing hope even when tomorrow feels heavy. If you're carrying your own burdens tonight, may you remember that hope is never wasted. #HopeBetweenEmptyHands #ChooseHope #FaithOverFear #TrustGod #ChristianWriter #Poetry #HopeInChrist #KeepGoing #GodIsFaithful #UnansweredPrayers #GraceForToday

STOP FIGHTING THE OLD, START BUILDING THE NEW Are you building the new you or fighting the old you? Socrates once said, “The secret of change is to focus all your energy not on fighting the old, but on building the new.” Beloved, hear this, you are fearfully and wonderfully made, you are God’s royal priesthood, you are His chosen vessel. See yourself through the lenses of Christ. Too many of us remain stuck in the past, wrestling with old relationships, negative thoughts, and habits that no longer serve us. They linger, draining our energy, while we fight battles we were never meant to fight. The call is not to wrestle with what was, but to build what is to come. You’ve made mistakes, you’ve learned from them, you’ve grown. Now, grow out of them. Stop dwelling on the past, stop trying to fix the old you. Start building the new you, the one who is learning, building, and growing into the best version of what God created you to be. So here’s the word, stop living in your past, stop defining yourself by how the world sees you or how people label you. Stop fighting the old you when you were called to build the new you. Don’t waste energy on what should have been. Invest it in who God is calling you to become. Focus your energy on building that person God designed you to be, the one who will be a voice to this generation, the one who will raise soldiers for Christ. You are not who you were. You are who God says you are, forgiven, learning, growing, building. Now go build them. If this message found you today, know that you’re ready. Don’t spend one more second fighting yesterday, pour your energy into tomorrow. #FaithOverFear #BuildTheNewYou #IdentityInChrist #ChristianWriter #everyone

🐞 Miss Tillia's Garden 🌳 💥 Celebration 🎆 Before fireworks ever lit the evening sky, Miss Tillia had already begun preparing a celebration. Tiny flowers unfolded one by one until the garden was covered in brilliant red, white, and blue blossoms. Fireflies drifted through the branches, their lights twinkling like little stars. Even the stream shimmered with ribbons of color that danced across the water. Families gathered beneath Miss Tillia's branches with blankets and baskets full of food. Children laughed as butterflies with wings like tiny flags fluttered around them. Music from the birds, frogs, and crickets floated through the garden, and for a while everyone simply enjoyed being together. Danny smiled as he watched the celebration. "It's beautiful," he whispered. "I've never seen anything like it." Miss Tillia's leaves rustled gently. "Many people celebrate the freedom of a nation," she said. "It is a wonderful gift. But there is another freedom that many forget to celebrate." Danny looked up. "The freedom you mean, is it the freedom found in Jesus?" Her branches swayed. "A country may give people freedom to speak, to worship, and to live. But only Christ can set a heart free from fear, guilt, bitterness, and sin. One freedom changes where you live. The other changes who you become." As darkness settled over the garden, thousands of glowing blossoms lifted into the air like living fireworks. They burst silently overhead into showers of sparkling petals that drifted gently back to the earth without smoke, noise, or fear. The children gasped in amazement. Some of the smaller ones picked the petals from the air before they hit the ground and stopped sparkling. Danny watched the glowing petals fall around him and quietly thanked God—not only for the blessings of his country, but for the Savior who had given him a freedom no one could ever take away. 🌳 Whispers from the Garden: We should always be thankful for the freedoms we enjoy, but never forget the greatest freedom of all—the one Jesus purchased for us. Nations can protect our rights, but only Christ can set our hearts truly free. "So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed." — John 8:36 #MissTillia #children #christianwriter #christianfiction #christianfantasy #stacyfrantz

🌿 Mystical Garden Tale 🌿 "The Two Gates" Ashira woke Nica before sunrise. That alone was strange. The tree rarely disturbed her sleep unless something important was happening. Ashira said she had to be warned. Something was coming. When Nica stepped outside, the stars still glittered overhead. Ashira's leaves trembled although there was no wind. "Come," Ashira whispered. Nica followed a path she had never seen before. The path led to a clearing where two gates stood side by side. One gate gleamed with gold and jewels. Music drifted through it. Laughter echoed beyond it. The path leading to it was broad and smooth. The second gate was plain. Made of weathered wood. Its path was narrow and rocky. It was not paved and looked difficult to travel. "Why are there two gates?" Nica asked. Ashira was silent for a long moment. "Because every soul must choose." Nica frowned. "Choose what?" The garden's branches shivered. "Whom they will serve. And where they will spend eternity." As Nica watched, people began appearing on the broad path. Some carried sacks of money. Some carried trophies. Some carried mirrors and admired their own reflections. Others only carried their anger, bitterness, pride, and selfish desires. None of them looked at the narrow gate. The broad gate promised everything they wanted. But when they stepped through, Nica saw something disturbing. The beautiful music became distorted. The golden light faded. The travelers vanished into shadows. Nica's stomach tightened. "Do they know where they're going?" "Some do," Ashira said sadly. "Many do not." Then Nica looked toward the narrow gate. The people walking that path carried different things. Many of them prayed as they walked. Their faith radiated from them like the light from a candle. They showed the ones around them kindness. They easily forgave any wrong done to them. Some stumbled. Some wept. Some were tired. Yet a warm light shone ahead of them. A light that grew brighter with every step. A deep rumbling echoed in the distance. Dark smoke filled the sky. Something was burning. She could feel something coming. Flowing over the land. "What's coming?" Nica asked quietly. Ashira's roots shifted beneath the earth. "A storm unlike any before. In the end of days, the earth shall be destroyed by fire." Dark clouds gathered on the horizon. Lightning flashed. The earth trembled. Yet neither path changed. The broad path remained broad. The narrow path remained narrow. "Many spend their lives pretending they do not have to choose," Ashira said. "But the fire will burn away all the lies and reveal every truth, every foundation." Nica watched as fire began to fall from the sky. Those who had built their lives on wealth, popularity, power, and pride panicked. Everything they trusted burned away. But those walking toward the narrow gate stood firm. Not because they were stronger. Because their foundation was stronger. The fire never came close to them. Ashira's voice softened. "You must tell them the time for drifting is ending. Tell them every heart serves something. Tell them the Son still welcomes all who come. But tell them now is the time that they must choose." 📖 Scriptures Matthew 7:13-14 (the narrow and broad gates) Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction and many enter. Joshua 24:15 ("Choose this day whom you will serve") As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord. Matthew 7:24-27 (the wise and foolish builders) Therefore everyone who heard these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against the house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. But everyone who heard these words and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash. ✨ #mysticalgardens #christianfiction #christianfantasy #christianwriter #stacyfrantz

🌿 Mystical Gardens Tale 🌿 🌳 The Silent Tree - Part 2 Daniel froze. The whisper had come from the tree. But somehow he knew it had not been the tree who had spoken. The voice had sounded different. Afraid. Weak. Almost desperate. "Help..." the voice whispered again. Daniel stepped closer. "Who's there?" No answer. The garden remained silent. Even the wind seemed afraid to move. Daniel placed his hand against the bark. The tree felt cold. Not winter cold, but lonely cold. As though something precious had been lost. He slowly walked around the massive trunk, searching for any sign of where the voice had come from. That was when he noticed something strange that caught his eye. Near the roots, hidden beneath a pile of dead leaves, was a small opening. Daniel knelt beside it. At first he thought it was a hollow knot in the wood. Daniel knelt. The opening was barely large enough for a child to crawl through. Inside was darkness. Two frightened eyes blinked at him. Daniel jumped backward. Something blinked again. Then a tiny voice spoke. "Please don't leave." Daniel stared. Curled inside the hollow root was a very small creature unlike anything he had ever seen. She looked almost like a rabbit. Almost. Her fur shimmered with a light of its own. Tiny leaves wrapped around her from the tips of her ears to her small fluffy tail. Vines wrapped gently around her paws. Most surprising of all were the little green wings folded against her back. She looked exhausted. "What are you?" Daniel asked. The creature lowered her head. "I'm the guardian." Daniel blinked. "The guardian?" She nodded. "Tansy." Daniel glanced up at the giant leafless tree. Then back at the tiny creature. "Are you the one who called for help?" Tears filled her eyes. "I didn't know what else to do." Daniel sat beside the root. "What happened here?" Tansy looked toward the silent tree. For a long moment she said nothing. When she finally spoke, her voice trembled. "Someone tried to steal the tree." Daniel felt a chill run down his spine. "The tree? How? What? Who?" "They said if they could get the seed at the base of the trunk, they wouldn't have to move the tree. It's called the Heart Seed." Daniel frowned. "The seed is still there even after the tree and the garden grew from it? I've never heard of that." "Most humans haven't." Tansy's wings drooped. "The Heart Seed lives beneath every great tree. It's where the garden's life begins. The streams, flowers, creatures, and paths all grow from it and draw strength from it." Daniel looked around. Suddenly everything made sense. The brown grass. The wilted flowers. The silent stream. The missing leaves. Without the Heart Seed, the garden was dying. "Who took it?" Daniel asked. Tansy shook her head. "I don't know." "When did this happen?" "Three nights ago." Tears ran down her cheeks. Daniel stood and looked toward the distant edge of the garden. The trees there seemed darker somehow. As if shadows lingered between them. Then he noticed something in the dirt. A trail. Deep marks pressed into the earth. Not footprints. Daniel looked back at Tansy. "I think whoever took it left a trail." Hope flickered in her eyes for the first time. "You'll help us?" Daniel looked at the dying garden. Then at the silent tree. Then toward the dark woods beyond. He swallowed hard. He had wanted an adventure. Now he had one. "Yes, I'll help." He gave her a small smile. Far away, deep within the dark forest, something moved. And for the briefest moment, a faint green glow pulsed between the trees. A loud crack sounded and it vibrated throughout the garden. To Be Continued... 🌿 Seed from the Garden: "Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it." — Proverbs 4:23 #MysticalGardens #ChristianFantasy #christianfiction #ChristianWriter #StacyFrantz

🐞 Miss Tillia's Garden 🌳 🤣 The Runaway Giggles 😂 One breezy afternoon, a strange thing happened. Lucy told a joke. Nobody laughed. Benny made a funny face. Nobody laughed. Emma pretended to walk like a duck. Still nobody laughed. The children looked at one another. "Where did our giggles go?" Miss Tillia shook her branches. Tiny silver bells hidden among her leaves jingled. "Oh my," she said. "I think the giggles have escaped." "The giggles can do that?" asked Benny. "Only when they feel forgotten." The children followed a trail of tiny sparkling bubbles through the garden. Each bubble contained a little laugh. A chuckle. A snort. A squeak. A belly laugh. The bubbles floated farther and farther into the garden. Finally, they found hundreds of giggles hiding inside a meadow of bouncing mushrooms. "Why did you run away?" Lucy asked. A tiny giggle floated from its bubble. "Nobody was sharing us." The children looked confused. The giggle explained. "When children are worried, grumpy, or busy arguing, they stop sharing laughter." The other giggles nodded. "We missed making people smile." The children felt a little guilty. They had spent much of the week fussing over games and taking turns. Miss Tillia lowered a branch. "What do you think we should do?" Lucy smiled. "I think we should laugh." So the children spent the afternoon telling jokes, making silly faces, and playing games. The meadow filled with laughter. The runaway giggles floated back into everyone's hearts. Soon the whole garden echoed with happy sounds. As the sun set, Benny flopped onto the grass. "I forgot how much fun it is just to laugh." Miss Tillia chuckled. "Joy is one of God's gifts. The more you share it, the more it grows." The children agreed. And from that day on, whenever someone looked sad, they tried to share a smile, a joke, or a kind word because nobody wanted the giggles to run away again. 🌱 Seed from Miss Tillia's Garden "A cheerful heart is good medicine." — Proverbs 17:22 God loves it when we share joy with others. Sometimes a smile, a laugh, or a kind word can brighten someone's whole day. #MissTillia #childrenstory #christianwriter #christianfiction #christianfantasy #stacyfrantz