Our Story

Hi friend! Wow. I can't believe you're here. I can't believe I'm here. This story is a crazy, cool God one that I will tell for the rest of my life.

If we haven't had the chance to meet yet - I'm Maggie. I started dreaming of opening The Station yearrrrrs ago. I told my husband (then friend) about the idea in 2018. I told him that if I could do anything for work, it would be to start a women's boutique. I had all the details figured out, even then. The only thing missing was the confidence to start.

Fast forward several years - a few jobs, a marriage, and a baby later, and I felt a little directionless. After having our daughter, I confided in my husband about all the things rattling around in my head. 

"I don't know who I am anymore, and I want to do something for work, but I'm not sure what."

And so gently, as he did every single time I had a bad day at work over the years, he encouraged me to start The Station. I didn't want to listen. I had stepped away from my corporate job to be home with our daughter - how could we afford it? How would I juggle it all? It felt like a huge (and somewhat impossible) task.

A few weeks later, our church started our annual Daniel Fast. I was praying specifically for my next steps. And the Lord answered in huge ways.

Within a month, I had a space locked in, from dear friends of ours (at a rate that would make your jaw drop for Athens, GA real estate), I had a badge to attend my first Atlanta Mart to get inventory (another huge feat...iykyk), I had a business plan in place, we adjusted our budget to self-fund, I ran into friends I hadn't seen in years who are now a part of this dream come true, and so much more. The Lord couldn't have made it more clear.

And He revealed to me, during our final service during the fast - our 'Healing Sunday Service,' that the name I'd had tied to this dream for so long meant something. (I say it that way because for so long I thought The Station was just a cute name, with no meaning. Just a seed planted in my head that I've clung to.)

Let me back up a few months. My friend (now landlord) was telling me she heard a sermon about the purpose of church. It was to be like an aid station in a running race. To encourage, provide spiritual food and drink, and encourage other believers to keep pushing until the next meeting. 

Because I am the church, my job is to be just that. To be a place of refuge, if only for a moment, to those in our community. To encourage and call out the beauty and strength in those around me. To provide prayer. To cheer on those in my path. It's my job, and my honor, to be The Station. 

Thank you for being here. I can't wait to shop with you!