Crucifixion of Christ, Divine Surprises, Good Friday, Resurrection


I didn’t go to church on Good Friday.

But I read the Biblical account.

And all day long, I thought about the agony of Jesus and how his followers–especially Peter–must have felt as they watched him suffer and die.

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The Denial of Peter by Caravaggio, 1610

Public Domain, Friday

But Then

I read the account of the resurrection when the angel instructed the women who had come to the tomb,

“Go tell the disciples and Peter, He goes before you into Galilee; you will see him there, just as He told you.” -Mk. 16:7

All day the phrase looped through my mind.

Go Tell Peter.

The editor within, wanting to be correct, reminded me that Mark records it, Go tell the disciples and Peter . . .

Even so

Go Tell Peter echoed through me

As I arranged flowers

Set the table

Iced the cake

Tidied up in preparation for Easter dinner.

Easter table

Go Tell Peter 

Bounced off the tiles as I showered and dressed.

Go Tell Peter.

As I settled into my chair to read.


So I stopped.

And I finally asked,

“Tell him what, Lord?”

What I heard.

Go tell him that I’m a personal God.

One who calls him by name.

Not to condemn

But to forgive.

Not to punish

But to lift him out of the pain and depression brought on by his failures.


Go tell Peter

Dry those bitter tears.

Strengthen those wobbly knees.

I am alive.

I go before you to Galilee.

To the place we first walked together.

I will meet you there.

I will tell you what to do next.

And I will imbue you with power to obey.

REJOICE! The Cross & Tomb Are Empty!

Go Tell that Woman, Go Tell that Man.

I am alive.

I am opening the way for a new beginning.

Go back to where you first met me.

I will meet you there.

Or come to me for the first time.

I will show you what to do.

I will give you the ability and the will to follow me.

Go tell Peter.

Go tell.




So I ask you.

What are we waiting for?

Go and tell the Good News.

Christ the Savior is risen.

He is risen indeed.


He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. -Matt. 28:6

Divine Surprises, Excellence, Finishing, Life Choice, New Year, Writing Goals

A Word for 2017


I’m a little late, but once again, I’m joining my fellow bloggers in choosing One Word to guide me through the year. My word  in 2016, FINISH, was chosen to motivate me to complete my first novel, which I’d been working on sporadically for several years.

That Word, plus the opportunity to meet with agents and editors at a national conference in August IF the book was finished spurred me on.

FINISH, I did.

However, there’s a big difference between completing a first draft and having a polished, marketable manuscript. Having worked as an editor, I knew that. But I got in a rush. However, it was brought home to me anew when I didn’t get picked up by an agent nor hear back from that editor. Consequently, choosing One Word to guide me this year was easy.

My word for 2017 is REVISE.

According to the dictionary revise means to reconsider and alter (something) in the light of further evidence.


Even though revising that novel is at the top of my To-Do List, I’m applying my word on a larger scale as well. Here are a few things I’ll be reviewing and possibly changing in 2017.


Looking back at my 2016 calendar nearly wore me out. I knew I’d been gone a lot, but listing the trips, conferences, and retreats was an eye opener. In 2016, I

  • Made six trips to our condo at Navarre Beach
  • Attended four conferences (two were multi-day events)
  • Attended two overnight writers’ retreats
  • Hid out at The Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow twice to work on the book
  • Spent several overnights with out-of-town friends
  • Entertained family for major holidays
  • Traveled for a granddaughter’s college graduation and to help a grandson move to the big city

In between, I managed to socialize with friends, host the writers’ group that met at my house once a month, and attend another monthly  writers’ meeting in Searcy–that usually involved going up the day before and spending the night before with a friend. Then there were two devotionals I contribute to, and you know how Facebook can eat into a day.

See what I mean?


I don’t know about you, but I am NEVER at my best when I’m tired. Consequently, I’ve decided to keep closer tabs on how I spend my time this year and to make adjustments to get rid of activities and relationships that steal my joy while adding those that increase it.


  • We love the beach, and now that we have our own place, we’ll continue to go there at least four times a year. (Yes, I feel blessed.)
  • We don’t want to miss being with family on holidays and showing up at our grandchildren’s important events or to help them.
  • I’m a social person so getting together with friends is important to my wellbeing. I’m looking forward to occasional coffee or lunch dates.
  • Writing can be a lonely endeavor, so I’ll continue to meet regularly with other writers.
  • There’ll be lots of lap time with Max, Timmy & Lola–Nothing like a purring cat to relax you.



As a person who struggles with people-pleasing, I’ll take a deep breath and

  • Give myself permission to say NO.
  • Limit the number of meetings I attend and volunteer less.
  • Adopt a more formal schedule to revise the book, which will mean ignoring the phone and email during those hours.
  • Research publishers and agents. Then submit the manuscript and other things I write. (There are lots out there, you know.)


Some people also choose one Bible verse or a quote to inspire them during the year. In the past, I haven’t done that, but there’s a phrase from Psalm 46:10 that has been rolling around in my soul for over a month.

Be still and know that I am God.

As I pondered those words recently, I glanced down at the charm on a bracelet Maria had given me for Christmas. I’m not sure why, but the engraving hadn’t registered with me until that moment. Look at what it said.


What better way to start each day of the year?

What about you? Did you make any resolutions or choose a word or quote to mark the beginning of 2017?

I’d love to hear about it.

And I’ll keep you posted on how things go with the book.


He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;

I will be exalted among the nations,

I will be exalted in the earth.”

Psalm 46:10

©Reflections from Dorothy 2017
Beach Combers, Beaches, Divine Surprises, Navarre Beach, Sand Dollars


Navarre Beach in late December

Last month, Terry and I visited Navarre Beach twice, once early in the month and again during New Year’s Week. Winter on the beach is a new experience for us.

You may remember that I found a sand dollar during that first visit. I turned it into an ornament for the little tree I put up in the condo.

On our second visit, I undecorated the tree and packed up our Christmas decorations. 

When I took the sand dollar off of the tree, I’m certain that I didn’t drop it. In fact, I‘d swear I placed it carefully on the top of the chest. But the next time I looked down, it was in pieces. 

 Maybe it imploded?

You may also remember it’s not the first time one of those little treasures has crumbled on me. I was more philosophical this time and concentrated on being grateful for finding it in the first place—and for how cute it had looked on the tree. Some things are just too fragile to survive in this world.

Isn’t that how much of life is? We experience fleeting moments of joy or satisfaction, but we can’t hold onto them or the people involved—except in our hearts as we savor the memory.

Just as I anticipated more joyful times, I had hopes of finding more sand dollars. Maybe even during that trip. That day. Remembering Heidi’s admonishment last year, “But you have to go out early,” I bundled up and took off for the beach.

was in for a wonderful surprise and amazed at what awaited me. By the time I returned home, I had as many small sand dollars as I could hold in both hands.  


To top it off, I found an orderly array of perfect specimens spread out on the counter that Terry had collected on another part of the beach.

We were sand dollar rich.

That was the only day we found sand dollars. Since then, I’ve pondered why that morning was different from all the other days I had diligently searched.

  • Maybe the winter surf is different.
  • Maybe it’s the season for sand dollars.
  • Maybe I’ve never gone out quite so early before.

  • Maybe it’s all of the above.


Or maybe, some days, God just wants to surprise and delight us.

Wherever you are, whatever your desires, I wish you a day filled with joyful surprises.

Let heaven and earth praise him, the seas and everything that moves in them. 
Psalm 69:34

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