Mary balanced and swayed in rhythm with the donkey, kilometre after gruelling kilometre with her already swollen feet getting larger by the hour as they dangled in space by the donkey’s side.

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.

Looking through the window of the beach café I watched the waves roll in, curl over and land with a splash of white foam. It never ceased to amaze me how an ocean of water will stop right at the boundary line which God has set for it.