Who Let Me In Here?

Let me just start by saying: imposter syndrome is rude.

You ever walk into a room, open your laptop, start leading a meeting, hit post, or even try to pray out loud in front of people—and suddenly your brain’s like, “Who do you think you are? Because it’s definitely not her.”

Same.

Some days I feel like I’m just playing dress-up in my own life. Like I’m walking around in a borrowed blazer and a too-big calling, hoping nobody notices I’m actually out here winging it with a Diet Coke and a half-charged phone.

People say things like, “You’re so wise,” or “God’s really using you,” and I’m like, Thanks! I actually just cried in my car for 20 minutes and Googled ‘how to not be a disappointment’ about 30 seconds ago—but appreciate it!

And it’s not just in ministry or faith stuff—it’s everywhere.

At work, I’m out here like:

“I process medical claims, but don’t ask me anything past lunch. I’ve already maxed out my brain power for the day.”

In friendships:

“I hope they don’t realize I’m terrible at texting back and emotionally fragile on Thursdays.”

In marriage:

“I can’t believe I’m someone’s wife. Should I know how to fold a fitted sheet or is that still optional?”

In purpose:

“I feel called… but also very underqualified, extremely sleepy, and moderately feral.”

But here’s what I’m learning in the middle of all that noise:

Imposter syndrome doesn’t show up where you don’t belong.

It shows up exactly where you do—because the enemy doesn’t waste anxiety on empty spaces. He targets the rooms that carry weight. The moments that matter.

And listen, I know that sounds super spiritual. But sometimes it’s not that deep. Sometimes it’s just me staring at my own Instagram post thinking, “This caption is either deeply anointed or completely cringe.”

Still, I keep showing up. Because here’s the truth:

You can feel unqualified and still be called.

You can doubt yourself and still be chosen.

You can be 99% sure you’re not “her”… and still be exactly who God wants to use.

The truth is, I may not always feel legit, but I’ve got receipts of grace. I’ve got evidence of a God who keeps choosing me—right in the middle of my insecurity, my overthinking, and my awkward attempts to be “professional” when all I really want is to wear leggings and talk about Jesus.

So if you’re out here feeling like a fraud—like you’re not polished enough, educated enough, bold enough, stable enough, whatever enough—welcome to the club.

You’re not behind. You’re not faking it. You’re just growing.

And yeah, sometimes growth feels like pretending. But maybe you’re not pretending.

Maybe you’re just being brave.

So keep going.

Keep posting.

Keep leading.

Keep praying out loud.

Keep crying in your car if you need to.

And then keep walking in what God gave you—blazer too big, Diet Coke in hand, and all.

Because the people who feel like imposters?

Might actually be the ones with the most integrity.

They’re not lying. They’re just aware of the gap—and still stepping into it.

And that? That’s not fraud. That’s faith.