Behind the Smiles: The Silent Struggle Every Woman in That Room Was Hiding
Recently, I had the privilege of visiting the head offices of Premier Christian Communications to support the very first live podcast of Woman Alive magazine. As I walked into that room, I had already mentally taken note of the greatness of the space; I smiled sheepishly at the reception, surrounded by extraordinary women, and almost immediately, a wave of imposter syndrome washed over me. I had this fleeting fear that security might swoop in and escort me out, as I battled a sense of unworthiness.
But as I listened to the conversations in that first live podcast—all centred on the importance of sisterhood—I realised something profound. Sisterhood had always been a struggle for me. Despite leading a women’s community, I often found it hard to make time for those deeper connections—those spa days, the intimate chats—caught up in the busyness of motherhood, ministry, and life’s many demands. Seeing women laughing, connecting so freely, triggered something in me—I welled up with tears. I realised I missed it, and I needed to make sisterhood a priority in this next season.
When I left that room, I had formed incredible connections, some of whom I look forward to meeting again in the coming months. And what surprised me most was reading a blog post on Woman Alive’s website from another woman who also felt imposter syndrome. And when I spoke to another attendee, she shared the same experience. It hit me hard—everyone was feeling unworthy. And yet, every single one of us showed up with hope, with love, with care. There was no awkwardness—just a collective optimism.
This experience taught me a great lesson: never assume the other person doesn’t feel what you feel. We all have moments of doubt, but we all have a place in the room God has opened for us. Our gifts make room for us; we simply need to stand tall and trust that God has anointed us for this space. So, if you ever feel out of place, remember—God placed you there for a reason. Walk in faith, even when the fear whispers.
Sal x
