Shocked and frustrated I left the office of my senior pastor. I had just poured out my heart, explaining to him a bundle of the pressures and challenges I was facing in my first year as a team pastor’s wife.

It was late in the evening. Visiting hours at the hospital had long since finished. Our newborn daughter, whom I had traumatically delivered a few days earlier, was safe and snug in the care of the nursery staff. I walked, or waddled really, arm in arm with my husband to the after-hours exit door.

‘Europe’, I exclaimed. ‘That will be totally fantastic’. Then came the question that pops first in every woman’s mind, ‘What shall I wear?’ Followed closely by, ‘Which suitcase will I take?’ Travelling through life is exhilarating at times. We walk with lightness, there’s a spring in our step, joy in our heart.