Ten years ago my husband started his first job as a church minister. Which means that for ten years I've been given the title of a minister's wife. So, ten years on, what have have I learnt? Frankly, ten years ago, I was a bit of a judgemental cow. As we were finishing Bible college, I would sometimes look at older minister's wives and wonder why they weren't doing more. Why weren't they doing more hospitality? Running more women's groups? Looking after their staff wives more? Why didn't they seem keen to be involved anymore? Oh dear. If only I had, like, a small, tiny clue. But I had very little. In the past ten years my girlfriends who are minister's wives have dealt with the following: Parents dying, babies dying, miscarriages, depression, their children's mental health issues, children with significant/long term disabilities, husband's health issues, broken friendships, their own chronic health issues, ...