Sylvia Schroeder

Have you ever wondered if someday you would be like the elderly person in front of you at the cash register? I wrote an article that appeared in an issue of Just Between Us about living a gracious, generous and grateful life. I hope you enjoy it. (Reprinted from the Spring 2015 issue of Just […]

I catch her busy little body as it flies by on thin legs and swing her onto my lap. She is the granddaughter of flaxen fairies, fair skin and fierce drama. Her legs pump air like a windmill. Giggles burst and gurgle like a brook over stones. It is a capture war and I am […]

“I am so ready for an angel to come,” Phil said that morning. I’d been thinking the same. I got up from my cot next to our daughter’s bed and joined my husband where he stood at her side. It was a ritual, a new sort of rotten routine that had just a pinch of […]

   “Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest truly is plentiful, but the laborers are few. Therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.” Matt. 9:37-38 NKJV   They fidget on mid-century chairs in my husband’s office. Mid-century not because the sleek wooden lines are hip, but because […]

Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child…” The air mattress lay like a rubber raft in the middle of the living room, calling me to a short night but much needed sleep. I was exhausted from ten days of giving care to my disabled daughter […]

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On the farm, after dark meant black. Light shone from a tall pole smack in the middle of the yard. A sphere of brightness left edges beyond with shadows that bent and swayed. The big grey barn sat yards beyond the yellow circle. Eyes on the front porch, I measured the distance by gulps of […]

I am not a good rememberer, and it has much less to do with my age than with my desire. My husband loves to remember. He enjoys thinking about the past, pouring over pictures from years gone by, and telling stories of long ago. He is energized by it. I am saddened by it. I […]