Saturday was a dream.
A dream that I haven't woken up from yet.
The market was incredible;
every little detail that my mind's eye saw
came to life for the eyes of everyone to see.
The Vendors were just downright
selling products and items that they loved;
Oooooooh, THE MUSIC!
The music created something magical in the air;
Great, couldn't even come close to describing it...
it was so incredible!
As I walked around that day,
I just kept saying,
"God you DID this,
this is AMAZING."
And then I started thinking...
After living in the Corporate world for a number of years,
the desire was placed in me a long time ago
to have our own business.
A family business;
a place where our kids
(and by "our kids" I mean all the many children of family
and friends that I take a huge responsibility in deeply loving!)
can grow beside us,
learn how to relate to people... all people,
learn the value of working hard,
and learn the price of integrity.
A place where we can create;
a place where we can encourage and motivate others
to do what they are called to do;
a place where Love can truly be found.
This, to me, is a far off reality.
I'm not in the business growing season...
I'm in the baby growing season.
I love this season.
I've longed for this season.
I cherish this season.
Did I mention I love this season??
And that's where my head is.
But then the opportunity for this market came along.
From the beginning,
I committed my way,
knowing that this would be the only way
my plans would be established.
Good heavens, were they established?!?!?!
The market is everything
I want in a shop,
but like I mentioned before,
the whole shop dream is tucked away,
The One who knows
my every thought,
my every want,
my every need...
The One who knows JUST what I can handle,
gave me JUST what I could handle.
He always knows best.
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