Amherst Sundays




an incredible lunch at antonio’s pizza: chicken pesto, avacado quesadilla, and bbq chicken ranch


checking out


drive home

moving reflection

moving reflection


climbing to the top

olive branch in hollywood

olive branch in hollywood

sitting with friends

waiting for tests to determine


finding broken bodies gone

done with this world.

my heart wants to close.

wait under the bed till the sun shines

so brightly that all the

gray finally disappates

in the glory of above.

but while the fleeing feelings linger

i see others pushing forth

readying themselves

bracing against nothing

but jesus

running through these last days of death.

these questions stop me

How are you living today? Do you see yourself pulling back from life or pressing into it? What is threatening your joy? What has stolen your hope?

what does “pressing into” look like today?

how can i live to the utmost?

and glorify my lord through all?


in light of christmas being around the corner and therefore nebraska travels being around the corner, here are a few posts i have read in recent passing that encompass some of my feelings about the “flyover” state i call home.

downtown lincoln

downtown lincoln

“Nebraska” by Lanny Fuller

“Out here, people aren’t afraid of feeling small. The “I’m really important and don’t have a second to waste not being on my iPhone” ego is swept aside by an appreciation of the bigger picture. A picture painted by massive skies touching the flat land. There’s enough room for imagination to breathe deeply. And enough space for creative exploring to let her hair down.”

“Nebraska raised me to never forget to slow down every now and then. To stop the crazy train of life and stress. To simplify. And let all the imperfections of living become things to smile about down the road. Knowing you don’t have to be in the business of changing the world to make a difference.”

“Farewell, Lincoln” by Abram Lueders

“If you’re planning your summer vacation, I can’t say I’d recommend Lincoln. When you’ve only got a week, you might as well go somewhere big. Somewhere extraordinary.
But if you’ve got six years to spend somewhere, you could do a lot worse.”

“What Lincoln does have is a wonderful richness of ordinary places.”

here is a song to soak in the nebraska posts and get you in the mood for a wednesday night:

last week: roca, nebraska

last week was my first time

without a job (since september).

practicing with my aperture, the f-thing, and my iso. ma gave me a camera lesson.

practicing with my aperture, the f-thing, and my iso. ma gave me a camera lesson.

matt had spring break

and we left for

our old home.

my expectations

of course



(a word here that means: blown out of the water, as usual).

reaching up, up, up!

reaching up, up, up!

we were busier

than i had intended.

i have always struggled with

that problem

affiliating break with relaxation


being absolutely lazy.

just never happens.

(i need to start stifling that pipe dream).

mi abuela de amor

mi abuela de amor


the week was different

more meaningful

in ways

i could not have imagined.

God created space for me to see

the lovely women

replacing mis pequeñas hermanas lindas.


so late

the clock hands reaching upwards

ma falling asleep on the couch

tata in bed.

the living room so warm

bodies draped

in pleasant, tired heaps

emitting whispers

and loud laughs.

my mind just gaped

not acquainted with

these new forms:

of woman.

marvelous unexpected snow!

marvelous unexpected snow!

my spirit felt blessings

trickling in

to reservoirs tucked



but brimming now

with an air of wonder

at these lovely

creatures stirring

at the feet of womanhood.

lights shown from

their eyes

and music from their lips

that i drank


excited with

the prospects

of new friends

never leaving

the last blooms of the amaryllis

the last blooms of the amaryllis