A message from one broken person to another

Life in my thirties looked somewhat sorted out, at least from the outside.

I was married, had three children, worked part-time, and was active in my local church. I ran the toddler group, played piano on a Sunday, led evangelistic Bible studies for young mums, and even signed for a young deaf man in the evening service.

Although I wouldn't have said this out loud, I felt like a Christian superwoman, able to do anything I set my mind to. Talking to non-Christian friends about Jesus felt easy at this point in my life, where, in my mind, I epitomised what a Christian woman should look like!