I was introduced to a new form of art—quick sketches, simple designs filled in later. They’re not polished or perfect. They’re meant to capture an idea, a whisper, a moment. And I’ve found that the thoughts the Holy Spirit gives me are best caught this way—before they drift away.
There was a time when I was the least of these.
My world was imploding. I didn’t know what to do. Some days, it was hard to breathe. Everything I knew was gone. Everything I longed for—finished. What I thought was truth… in some ways, it was. But in many ways, it wasn’t. I was living in a reality I had created, shaped by what I knew. There was truth in that time, but I didn’t yet have the right words for it.
In those early days, I had a dear friend who walked with me. I miss her. Her kindness. Her willingness to just let me cry—sometimes right there in the middle of the aisle at Walmart. She didn’t try to fix it. She just let me cry. And it was exactly what I needed.
I’m grateful for her.
These sketches—these moments—are my way of remembering. Of honoring the journey. Of listening to the Spirit. They’re not just art. They’re prayers. They’re pieces of His grace, His Character, His Love.
The Art of Jodi Lynn 