"I yield. Do you have a key to surrender?"

Happy June 3rd. This is how I began my morning: an opening unexpectedly prompted by the uncomplicated question, "God my Father, what do you desire to show me this day?" I had just written a message of truth, but I didn’t share the letter.

Instead, after another picture of the puzzle I chose to ponder, I pray you are blessed with the new piece, and God grants you sweet peace:

This morning, I asked God, “Show me your word.” He told me to turn to Jeremiah 5. I read the first verse, then stopped and drafted a poem. The flow of this rhyme was a vision: I followed an atom in the air or a mite moving here and there, I wrote.

I lined the scene as I walked Time’s realm. In ethereal watching earth, am I behind the particle, and the sight altogether wholly, seeming to be sole, was composed of a soul, sold without the hold and independently being joined but not connected yet—appearing and coming out Elysian’s dim known as misted and muted, a revealing of lusterless surrounding loss atmosphere a cause of the effect lost in the scripture HE requested I read THROUGH enLIGHTenments’ eyegate. How is this possible? When I get this incredible, undeniable insight, where can I run? How could I know the chapter before reading as HE authored through me would be a new version, out of the Vine, versed within the Book of books HE oracled I perceive to inscribed stalks extended from the Mastermind through penning poetry of the Holy writ? Sacred text.

This is how I know my breath, revere, and allow HIM to begin or end and all that is in between my being. I don’t know how else to be other than how I am in Him, and it makes many uncomfortable. I don’t desire to, but it’s my portion. I yield.

Jeremiah 5

Verse one

Eternal One:

Roam the streets of Jerusalem, and tell Me what you see, Jeremiah.

        See if you can find anything good happening anywhere.

    Look in the marketplaces and open spaces of the city.

        If you can find just one honest person who lives according to My ways,

    I’ll spare the city of this horror.

This was not the exact interpretation of the book I had read earlier; it was from another. This one is much more dramatic and matches my choice to describe my walk in a kingdom many don’t even believe exists, but in the words of my actual father told to me before his death, just because you don’t believe me, doesn’t mean it isn’t truth.

May you receive more of His goodness and grace to get through life enduring until you are saved from all things and people; this has been my portion and is a gift not because I have a halo and pray without ceasing, it’s simply my portion, and I yield to my measure of His standard set to steward with success because a yes to Him wins all as I stand knowing, after I chose to follow His lead, obeyed all required of my life given, comprehending He knows truth of the way, so my will is His request.

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Cassandra Lee Wiltz © June 3, 2025