08/30/2026
Most of the time that I am walking through my days (they are BUSY!!!), I start thinking about What God would say to me in these moments.
I adore Doris' gratefulness posts on Sundays, but today I got a double whammy - What God spoke to me.
The devil will never interrupt the plans, man makes - he will only try and stand in the way of God's blessings.
I don't know of many who are not fighting for the life of their businesses, but I do know we are die hard committed to a dream no one else has, or a product many cannot make, or a hope for a future built for a generation.
Dave Ramsey said - Life like no one else, so you can life like no one else.
All of the hours of sweating over a stove, designing until you can no longer see lines straight, sweating over a hot press, crocheting and knitting until blisters harden, when your table has more modge podge than lacquer will not be in vain.
Fall in Arizona is right around the corner, and so are the customers, friends, and fellow vendors who will remind you of your work. Who will remember you. Ones who will give you peace in slow days, and ones who will do the most vital thing a vendor can - watch your booth when you have to make a quick run!
So many of us are just starting out, figuring things out. Finding our way.
The devil cannot remove what God has designated and designed for us.
For those of us riding with Doris and Soulfully Crafted Market this season, remember to write down what we see and feel. This market will be one of the premier markets in the valley. When you create for PURPOSE, success is waiting for you at the finish line.
We will get there!
Sunday Gratitude
Almost Time
For years I held a dream inside,
A quiet hope I could not hide.
A place where handmade hearts could meet,
Where art and community shared one street.
For months I've watched that dream take form,
Through peaceful days and every storm.
Through permits, plans, and sleepless nights,
Through countless prayers that things go right.
I've researched, written, changed, begun,
Then changed again when I wasn't done.
I've built and planned and learned each day,
And prayed for God to guide the way.
There have been laughter, joy, and tears,
And moments nearly ruled by fears.
So many questions crossed my mind:
Will people come? What will we find?
Will vendors love this place we make?
Will others see the chance we take?
Will customers feel what I can see?
Will this become what it's meant to be?
I cannot know what lies ahead,
Or answer every fear I've fed.
But somewhere through each doubtful day,
Something beautiful came my way.
Someone said yes. And then one more.
And suddenly, hope walked through the door.
People who didn't know my name
Still saw the vision just the same.
They placed their trust into my hands
And chose to walk beside my plans.
We're building friendships. We're building trust.
We're building something made from us.
A place where someone's work is seen,
Where handmade means more than it seems.
Where neighbors gather, makers shine,
And separate dreams begin to intertwine.
I don't need hundreds on day one
To know that something has begun.
The biggest dreams can start out small,
With just a few who give their all.
So today I'm grateful for every part—
The easy days and the heavy heart.
The laughter, lessons, tears, and fear,
And every prayer that brought me here.
There is still work. There are butterflies.
There are still questions with no replies.
But something I've carried for years inside
Is almost ready to step outside.
And perhaps that's why these tears arrive...
The dream I've carried is coming alive.
So when those first white canopies rise,
And morning stretches across the skies,
I'll take one moment, breathe, and see...
What once was my dream has become our community. 💚
Have a beautiful and blessed Sunday, my friends.
