The Silent Shaking: The Power to Heal Yourself

Silent Shaking: A Message of Hope

Her life was like a leaf
Falling from a tree
Quivering
Shaking

Tossing and tumbling
She fell hard on the ground
Broken, not knowing who she was

The Universe picked her up
She suffered
He held her in his hand

She could not see the beautiful colors
That emerged in her spirit
From pain

He weaved many colors into her soul
With every teardrop
Until she became
Something magnificent

Her eyes smiled with a beauty
And brilliance

With just one glance
The world would read her story
-Judy Kersey

How can we survive the storms of life, be thankful, and grow through our pain? When we are in the middle of turmoil, stress, and want to run away, where do we turn? Amid hopelessness, there is hope. There is a steady hand that can reach down and holds us. There is a place of rest, peace, and grace.

The words I write come from my life experience. I have a message of hope to you from the Creator of the Universe. My journey has a purpose, although, at times, I could not see my plan amid the pain. I hope that you, as a reader, will let these words sink into your spirit. I hope that somehow, at least one page will be the right words to bring healing, hope, peace, and love into your soul. I am grateful now for all of my experiences. Through each of them, I have learned life lessons that have made me a strong and determined woman with an open heart.

This book has been stirring in my heart for many years. I do not understand why it took so long for me to get to this point or the sometimes incredibly painful journey, but I do know that God’s timing is perfect. Struggle, loss, happiness, victory, tears, pain, and periods of doubt have molded my heart to write with honest transparency.

I came from a painful childhood suffering abuse, losing my mother by the hands of a drunk driver when I was eight years old, living in a household with alcohol addiction, and a father that I never knew. I made many wrong decisions, lived with depression as a young girl, suffered a brain injury, and experienced the suicide of my autistic speech student in the Sparks Middle School Shooting. In spite of the constant struggle, my dream of writing about hope has blossomed. It is finally fruit hanging on the vine, ready for harvest.

I am an imperfect person and have many faults in my character. I wore a coat of many colors and was a master of illusion. I was lost and without hope, so much, that I thought that I could not bear the pain anymore. I was full of shame and did not how to fix myself.

It was in this incredible shame and helplessness that I AM extended his strong arm down. He gently picked me up and held me in his loving hand, wiped the tears from my eyes, kissed my face ever so lovingly, and let me know that he would remove my pain and heal my broken soul. In his hand, I have conquered my fears and have overcome many obstacles that would have crushed my spirit beyond repair. I feel no shame from my past or my daily mistakes. I learn and continue forward regardless of what others think of me. I feel free, free to live without judgment. I am at liberty to love I AM and others without restrictions and rules.

There were times when I crawled out of His hand and tried to handle life on my own; I would stand up and walk in front of Him. Even after everything I have been through, sometimes, I still try to do things on my own. I am a slow learner.

My heart is in constant transition, constant healing. I AM molds me, shapes me, shakes me, and holds me. He is loving, patient, kind, full of grace, and forgiveness. I do not run for very long in front of Him before He whispers in my ear to climb back into His hands, where I learn to love, trust, and grow. Someday, I will get it right, and I will walk next to Him without running ahead or lagging behind.

My dear readers, we cannot make it in this world that we live in today without hope. My wish for you is that you will read the following pages and somehow relate as a fellow human. We need encouragement from others; we need to know that we are not alone. We need to know that we can and will make our dreams happen no matter our background, financial status, or obstacles that come to make us either lose our way or become even more determined.

Remember, it is never too late to love, and it is never too late to forgive. Sometimes forgiveness does not always restore a relationship but frees your spirit to receive peace in spite of others. Climb into the hands of Creator, where he will restore you, give you new hope and help you to see your purpose in life. Your journey is unique, and your God is unique no matter what you have named him, what religion you practice or where in the world you live. He is supreme and loves all of us in spite of trying to put him in a box. I refer to the Creator as God, I AM, the Universe, Divine Intelligence, or my Source, but please know that He has many names and has no limits regardless of our perceptions.