There is a place of learning, a quiet walk in the Spirit, where unconditional love—love only He can give—becomes the air you breathe. In that sacred stillness, questions rise: What does it mean to be truly known? What does intimacy with Him, my creator, look like? It is more than words, more than ritual. It is leaning into Him, letting His voice speak into the silence, into the deep places of the soul where longing lives.
In the Song of Songs, chapter one, He whispers: Jodi Lynn, you are like a bouquet henna blossoms, plucked near the vine at the fountain of the Lamb. I will hold you and never let you part.”(TPT)
It is an image of my life at its source. He is redefining the very essence of who I am.
The Art of Jodi Lynn 