Sherry Holland - 4th Quarter Win

05/17/2026

There’s something powerful about realizing your purpose doesn’t expire with age, titles, or seasons.

Sometimes the fourth quarter is where clarity finally meets courage.
Where experience becomes wisdom.
Where calling becomes action.

As I step into a new role and a new season, I’m deeply grateful for every chapter that brought me here — the victories, the hard lessons, the unexpected turns, and the people who helped shape me along the way.

I’m learning that finishing well isn’t about slowing down.
It’s about pouring what’s been built in you back into the world with intention, compassion, and purpose.

Here’s to new beginnings, meaningful work, and using every gift God gave us for as long as we have breath.

4th Quarter Win.
It’s not too late. It’s right on time.

04/29/2026

02/14/2026

Are you a person whose is gifted in futuristic thinking? If so, yoh know the downside.
Today’s 4th Quarter Win revelation about myself.
I was pre-borrowing grace for a random Tuesday in 2028 on a Saturday in 2026. Truth. Leadership doesn’t give or need grace in advance. It gives it daily.

12/24/2025

All the things.
The gentle thump of rugs in the dryer. Necklaces clacking together as feisty cat paws test gravity. The occasional over-enthusiastic motorist on the highway. My Christmas Eve silence remains unbroken—except by reminders of daily life.

I notice it. Or maybe I don’t.
My mind cranks out enough noise to camouflage a kid crowd when Santa throws candy at the Christmas parade. All the things to do before tomorrow—when our week-long celebration begins—have my brain pistons firing.

Way to go, Hallmark.
Norman Rockwell.
Southern Living.

Way to go, Mother—who served up all things in line with perfect hospitality. Or at least that’s how it lives in my childhood mind.

I pause to measure my energy against the priorities and wishful standards swirling in my head. I plop on the couch, scroll my news feed, and catch a glimpse of that first simple, perfect Christmas silhouette—peacefully and imperfectly hosted in a smelly stable.

Smells, yes—of animals. Of bloodied swaddling cloths.
Much different than my carefully selected holiday candles.

But God.

He introduced love and light through simplicity, not production. Through perfection that did not require polish. In a way that reaches even the most impoverished on a silent, pondering, miraculous night.

Thank you, Facebook friend, for the reminder.
Be still and know.
And I do.

12/18/2025

Joyful chaos. What began with confectionery creativity will end, for now, with mounds of cascading bedcovers dragged to and fro for all the things, confounded cats wondering what happened to their territory, and—for me—a gloriously conquered 5-kid/3-dog, four-location calendar.

How long have I been in event management? I felt like a novice, barely having a second to shower. Moms of multiples…respect!

Like a mom, I’ve been bone-weary at times—but it’s been a joyful, victorious, worth-it kind of tired. And the parents come home tonight!

Other than three indoor piles of dog p**p, milky-white ice-cream cat vomit, a toilet clogged with paper towels, real anxiety over a chemistry final, and a bewildering message from the school—“Where’s Elijah?”—after I had just dropped him off (mark him found, safe, and testing), it has been a perfect adventure. Honestly, none of it compares to the joy of simply being in the same airspace as them.

Curly Smurly turns 17 tomorrow. That places me squarely in the I’ll-take-all-the-Dooley-days-I-can-get space.

Joyful chaos must be the lens through which my Heavenly Father sees me. It’s difficult to imagine that I could bring joy to Him with all my inadequacies—and in all the ways I block or hurry His purposes rather than facilitating them with my limited sight…like Moses, whose own missteps kept him from ever entering the Promised Land.

In His eyes, that’s me clogging the toilet, spitting up ice cream, and being anxious about performing—or being somewhere other than where I was expected. Yet He finds joy in me—even in my ordinary chaos. My heart rests in that endless love. I hope theirs does, too.

I’m learning that joyful chaos may be the truest lens through which God sees me in this season. More reflections like this are finding their way out here.

12/13/2025

Joy abides.

Sometimes joy is loud and overflowing. Sometimes it’s quiet and shared in small spaces. It isn’t fleeting—it settles in, takes up residence, and shows itself in ways both seen and felt.

I wrote this during the Christmas season, but joy isn’t seasonal. It abides when we trust.

Fourth-Quarter Win is simply a place for noticing what lasts, remembering God’s faithfulness, and living from that place.

May this meet you where you are.

Joy…a fascinating word that is mentioned often during the Christmas season. In the gospels alone it is mentioned 24 times, and 242 times throughout the Bible.

Joy is a tangible feeling that is not only felt,
but is also seen and heard. Joy, unlike happiness, is not fleeting. It endures. It abides. It moves in, takes up residence in our hearts, taking over our point of view, becoming a state of being and spilling out to those around us. Joy can be seen and heard, sometimes in the quietness of someone’s dancing eyes or kind voice, and sometimes as it bubbles up and spills over into rejoicing through music, movement, art, or the human voice. The Bible says even the trees and rocks rejoice in the presence of the Lord.

At Christmas, we often see the world celebrating and rejoicing, often not even knowing why. Were Mary, Joseph, the wisemen, and the angels the first to have joy? Or was it Noah when he stepped off the ark onto dry land as God had promised, or Moses who walked across a parted sea, or Joshua who led the children of Israel into the land God had promised? Joy abides when we trust.

Today, we have centuries of historical evidence of the fulfillment of God’s promises which become the foundation of our own personal trust. That tiny baby who caused such rejoicing in heaven more than 2000 years ago, still fills our trusting hearts with hope, peace, love, and joy today, even unto the ends of the earth.

Joy…at the name of Jesus, every knee shall bow and every tongue shall confess that He is Lord. In Him, we have trust and our joy abides with us every day. In Him, let us who are called by His name, overflow with joy in sound, in movement, and in love as we celebrate the birth of our Savor, Jesus Christ.

11/13/2025

The fourth quarter isn’t about scrambling.
It’s about clarifying.
It’s about letting go of what drains you, doubling down on what grows you, and choosing—on purpose—who you will be from here forward.

11/11/2025

11/11/2025

You’re wiser. Stronger. More grounded than you’ve ever been. And you carry a lifetime of experience that our world needs. Can you feel it?

This is your season. Rise with intention and live with joy. You have much to share.

10/29/2025

🌟 When government support pauses, compassion can’t.

With SNAP benefits suspended during the shutdown, many families are suddenly left without a safety net. That’s where local food banks step in — and where your generosity makes all the difference.

🍎 A simple gift can turn fear into relief, hunger into nourishment, and struggle into hope.

👉 This is the perfect time to live with purpose: give to a food bank near you and help ensure no family goes without during this season.

It’s not too late. It’s right on time.