All posts by Jeff Rab

Hi! I'm Jeff and live in East Texas. My wife and I have eleven children between us. Yes, that’s right, 11 kids! With a growing number of grandchildren, there's always something going on, always something to do, always something to see, always a story to tell! I write about faith, family, friends and the funnies of ordinary life looking for the most commonplace, even mundane slivers of time that often have the most profound meaning!

Footprints

When there’s nothing but 360 degrees of blue sea and sky, an aft view on open sea is amazing! The engine’s work leaves a telltale story of movement. It doesn’t tell you where the ship is going, but definitely shows where it’s been.

Deep blue sea water grabbed by the engines moves the giant vessel along and the “footprint”, as nautical folks call it, trails the ship as far as the eye can see. Continue reading Footprints

OCD Music

The best songs stay with you, or so they say.  Some stay with you so well they become Obsessive Compulsive Disorder!  They mesmerize, yet terrorize, at the same time. 

It starts a never-ending one song play list between the ears that just won’t quit! Continue reading OCD Music

May It Be

I was dreaming that a small red measuring cup was stuck on my thumb. Don’t ask why. I don’t know. It was an odd dream, but when the alarm clock went off a few minutes ago at 4:45 AM, it immediately “unstuck” the measuring cup. Continue reading May It Be

My Town

Our town is a place to love! It’s beautiful, but more importantly, it’s unique. It’s the people that make it unique, and nowhere else will you see that more obvious than people watching…or just driving down the road.

It’s probably a politically incorrect thing to say, but I do wonder sometimes if there are more “special” people in our neck of the woods than other places. By special, I don’t mean extraordinary intelligence. I mean Mama dropped them on their heads too often, from a two-story building special! Continue reading My Town

Quiet Pen, Loud Words

Whether it is the sound of a pencil scraping on a pad of paper, or the gentle clicking of buttons on a keyboard, the result is the same…..a note, a thought, a rhyme, a reason.  To put some of these notes before the world, whether a few or many, is a daunting idea. Continue reading Quiet Pen, Loud Words