On Fridays over here a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

Your words. This shared feast.

If you have five minutes, we have a writing challenge <—click to tweet this!

1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking 2. Link back at the gypsy mamma and invite others to join in. 3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.

OK, are you ready? Facebook chimed in last night and overwhelmingly voted for a prompt either about mothers or Mother’s Day. This was one of the suggestions and I love that it can apply to any and all, mother or not. So please give me your best five minutes on:

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My Hubs! Isn't he {Yes, I helped w/ the hair}

Identity…

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Who am I. I'm a daughter. I am a sister. I am a friend. I am a wife. I am a daughter-in-law. I am a sister-in-law. I am a college graduate with a psychology degree. I am a mother. I am a home owner. I am a youth minister {about to be a church planter/pastor}'s wife. I am a crafter. I am a blogger. I guess that means I'm a writer.

In all that I am a Christ-follower. THAT sums up my entire being. I defines who I am in everyother relm. It directs how I live in every situation. I follow Jesus. I sound like a looney tune. Some view me as a crazy girl in some kind of cult. Some think I am all about rules. Some don't know my Jesus.

I am a sinner. A big fat sinner. I make tons of mistake most of which I still don't like to admit to {just ask my hubs}.

I am forgiven. Of everything. Past. Present. Future. I am no longer seen as that big, fat, nasty, filthy, horrible sinner. I am seen as Christ. He stand in my place. He is my identiy.

Some days I remember this and some days God has to remind me. Other's see me as all kinds of things but God, the One who matters, sees me as a saint.

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