by Kathleen McInerney
Used With Permission
We have all heard the saying, “When God closes a door, He opens a window.” Today, I would like to share with you, a view into my window. How many of us have a loved one in Heaven? Well, if you are like me….I have a whole TEAM in Heaven.
Picture with me, Opening Day in Heaven, the start of baseball season, “The Big Leagues.” The Angels vs. the Saints, with God of course, the Umpire. All of Heaven is singing, “Take Me Out To The Ballgame,” with an endless supply of peanuts and crackerjack. Every seat in this Heavenly Park has the perfect view, with a bright orange sunset sky, as the backdrop. The seats are filled with family and friends from generations back, a legion of Angels fly freely around and they know everyone by name. The scoreboard reads, in brilliant flashing lights, “WELCOME HOME TIMOTHY, #42!” I have just described the opening scene in my children’s book, “Timothy’s Glove.” This book was born out of great love and divine inspiration. I proudly hold this book in my hands today, as an example of the POWER OF PRAYER!
Tim was a sweet boy, who had a childlike faith, instilled by his Mom and Dad. Tim’s twin brother Tom, is quoted as saying, “Tim was not content to be a spectator in the game of life, he came to play!” Tim’s passing was sudden, and at nineteen, my life had instantly turned on a dime. I grew up overnight. The tremendous shock knocked me to my knees. My heart was shattered. How was I going to move past this dark time? Then I read a quote, by Elizabeth Kubler Ross, that eloquently painted a vision for me. She said, “People are like stained glass windows, they sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed, only if there is a “LIGHT WITHIN.”
I needed to find that light within. Eventually, I realized that I needed to stay in the moment, that God was not in the past, and He was not in the future, He was WITH me NOW. I heard the voice in my heart, that said, “Follow Me.” Fast forward a few decades, I have been incredibly happy and blessed to be married for twenty-one years to my best friend, Jack. We have three boys, Tommy, John, and Patrick. Five years ago, Jack found the manuscript in the basement. This book became a family project with color theory and proper baseball swings and throws discussed at the dinner table. As God would have it, a publisher crossed my path. This book would not exist without Jack’s love and faith in me.
I set in motion the game plan to publish “Timothy’s Glove.” An article came out in our local newspaper about young Tim MacLean and how he had felt his namesake, Uncle Timothy MacLean’s hand on his shoulder, pushing him forward on the field. I was inspired to add the influence of a “HAND ON YOUR SHOULDER” experience, from above. So I changed the story.
Staring at a fresh, blank canvas, is sometimes overwhelming, but I prayed to God to direct each brushstroke, and I called on my starting lineup in Heaven, for inspiration. Virginia Beckley is a dear friend of mine, who lost her son, Myles, #5, in a tragic accident, almost four years ago. She knew that I needed inspiration, so she stopped by our home, to drop off a pair of Myles’s furry bear slippers, and a big purple Barney dinosaur train, that he treasured. I placed the items on the shelf in my art studio, to spark my own creative spirit. When I was almost done with the opening spread, where Timothy shows up in Heaven, I could feel a hand on my shoulder, helping with the few remaining brushstrokes. I had an internal dialogue of, “I think I’m done, but not yet.” Suddenly, the Barney train lit up, lights flashed, whistles blew, and Barney yelled, “ALL ABOARD!” I was startled, but I picked my brush up, and I knew that Myles thought that I was done too.
Twenty-nine years ago, a mission was set in my heart. In God’s divine timing, and my openness to his will, I hope “Timothy’s Glove,” will heal, comfort and bring peace to those who have loved and lost. I pray that my book will be a NEW WINDOW INTO HEAVEN, with a view of all of our loved one’s in the ARMS OF GOD. I know that we are NEVER, EVER truly apart from our loved ones in Heaven-we STAY connected in our minds and in our hearts. I know their HAND is lovingly on our shoulder, inspiring, guiding, and sometimes pushing us to grow. Love is eternal, and someday we will all be together again, in the BIG LEAGUES IN THE SKY, IN HEAVEN, WHERE THE GAME NEVER ENDS!!!