When My Plan is not His Plan

My dear friend who is an elementary school principal made a comment in Sunday school this past week that pretty much sums me up today:

"I have never been this exhausted entering a school year."

Her school had major changes happen over the summer that caused her to not have much of a summer at all, so she is totally justified in feeling that way.

But as she spoke those words, I had much the same feeling. At the end of last school year, our school board had decided to move Evan's special ed program to another school. This was devastating for us. We loved his school. We loved every single person at his school and knew many of them personally. It was convenient for Stewart to drop him off on his way to work. And we adored his teacher. His teacher was being moved to this new school, which was a plus, but the school was pretty far away from our home. With his seizures and medical needs, we just didn't think it was the right decision to send him that far away from us when w…

A Leader in Hiding



When the original temple was built in Solomon's day, it was the golden age of Israel. God provided for the building miraculously, as He had promised David He would. After years and years of work during a time of peace in the nation, the temple was finally finished. When the Holy Place was dedicated, God's glory so filled the temple that the priests could not finish their work. (1 Kings 8). Solomon prayed a powerful prayer of dedication and the Lord's presence stayed in temple for many years.

After Solomon's death, Israel split into two kingdoms. King after king ruled over both areas. And with each king, Israel began to drift away from their God. Even though a few kings followed the Lord, most did not. Eventually, Israel was sent into exile in Babylon, and Jerusalem, God's Holy City, was left in ruins. The temple that Solomon had so lavishly built was nothing but sticks and stones, and the sacred objects inside the temple were carried off as treasure by the Babyloni…

How to Travel with Evan

When a family plans a road trip, everyone is always excited. Except for the mom. Why is that? Because she knows she is going to be left with the packing and washing beforehand. And the buying of the supplies and snacks. And the remembering of what all has to go with said family. With most families, the car ends up being loaded down to the point that the back end is dragging the ground - no matter how much you try to conserve space.

At least, this is the case for our family. Several weeks ago when we started seriously planning for our trip to South Dakota, I started making lists. The first list I made was for Evan. His list wound up being the longest. Why is that? Well, to take a special needs child anywhere takes much planning and forethought. Throwing the stuff in the car and leaving just can't happen. So, I'm giving you a little glimpse into the Holloway Household and what it takes to go on a trip with Evan.

But let me just tell you this much - Evan is an AMAZING traveler! A…


(Note - I wrote this piece last year for an online ministry wives forum, but it was never published. Please note that all of these events happened LAST YEAR, and we are all fine now. Evan is not sick! However, we will be at home this year again on the 4th of July because we just got home from vacation. So enjoy your fireworks wherever you may be!)

Do you ever feel as if God has orchestrated something just for you? It's a moment or perhaps a chance meeting. It's a verse that has been posted on social media at just the right time. It's a book that someone let you borrow months ago that you are just now reading, and you know it was meant for such a time as this. It's a "God wink," as some like to call it. I don't know if I'd call it that, but it's a place in time where you know the Lord had something special planned for you.

This was our Fourth of July last year. We weren't even supposed to be at home. Usually every Fourth, we travel to n…


Some of you know that I have been dealing with some health problems for a couple of months now. (That explains my lack of blogging.) It all started around the first Sunday in May and has continued. I have been through numerous medical tests, and so far, nothing has been found. There has been pain, and I have had to drastically change my diet. For instance, I haven't had coffee or Diet Coke in over a month. And if you know me, you know what a huge sacrifice that was for me. Caffeine and I were in a committed relationship, and having to give it up has been like losing a member of the family. (Almost. Sort of. You know what I mean.)

The worst part has been that the pain I have been experiencing has caused me to not be able to sing. Not even at home to Evan or in the car. Usually on Sundays, I start singing during worship, but pretty soon, I have to just stop. It seems to exaggerate the pain. I did participate in the praise team last week, but mercifully, we only had to sing three son…


I know what it feels like to be left out.

I'm sure you do, too.

When I was a kid, I was the "fat kid." After I was a teenager, I was the Christian girl who wasn't going to do the things that made people "popular."

I can remember being in about third grade when a group of girls in my class decided to form a club because they all liked the color purple. Purple was my favorite color, too, but for some reason, I wasn't allowed in the club. In fact, I think they disbanded the club just to keep me out. My heart aches just thinking about it.

My junior year of high school I can remember being passed over for homecoming court even though I was the obvious choice for a couple of the spots. I was on the danceline, very involved in all aspects of school life, a good student, and I had been at the school since Pre-K. Other girls who were "popular" filled those positions, even though everyone knew they were the wrong people for those honors. I can remember…