Jesus Enough
March 14, 20181886 When Darby turned fifteen, his mother Cora said if he didn’t make up his mind to accept Jesus pretty soon, it would be too late. She said he had to make the choice either…
1886 When Darby turned fifteen, his mother Cora said if he didn’t make up his mind to accept Jesus pretty soon, it would be too late. She said he had to make the choice either…
My grandson, age seven,
head bent over his crustless peanut
butter and honey sandwich,
small bowl of grapes,
From where He kneels,
Bleared with blood,
Still shaking,
As children, we liked our red-carpeted front rooms best
when the Christmas tree tossed the air with the richness
of pinyon pine,
A breath of dark earth;
The moist brown-black humus
Enfolds my body.
Tingling
His thumb and forefinger raised in declaratives
Draw initial notice, but it’s the hands of those
Near him that pull me back—something almost festive
Yet closer to restrained, in the bowed, worn widow
Jennifer Finlayson-Fife is an LDS, licensed psychotherapist specializing in relationship and sexuality counseling. In addition to her dissertation research on women’s sexual ity and desire in long-term relationships, she has taught college level human sexuality courses, as well as community and internet based relationship and sexuality workshops. Her clinical work focuses primarily on helping individuals and couples achieve greater satisfaction and passion in their emotional and sexual relationships.
Last spring the daughter of my best friend from graduate school asked if I would speak at her Stake Standards Night. Sophie (whom her mother and I used to call “the Queen of the World” when she was a child) made one request: my talk could not be the standard Standards Night talk. She wanted all those young women to walk away from the evening feeling—you know—upbeat.
I get up in the morning to go to church. I pull a dress out of my closet, deciding between this or my regular pants, shirt, and tie combination. It’s short, six inches above the…