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Read to Taylor Wojnarowski by her mama at her funeral:
When God created me, he weaved a love for words in my DNA. Two short months ago, I began writing letters to Taylor while spending time caring for her. When I started, I had no intention of sharing them with anyone except for her. After all, to me, words are a sacred medium. Though she has been unable to speak for years, the letters bridged the gap between mine and Taylor’s minds as a unique love language.
I’ve read that the last sense you lose when you become unconscious or are dying is the sense of hearing. Whenever I read each of the letters aloud to her, it seemed that her kindred spirit nodded in agreement with mine. The more I thought about it, the more I felt the Holy Spirit whispering to my heart to share the letters with others. Today I’m sharing the most recent letter. Please listen for a moment to this letter to Taylor: On Battles.
Letters to Taylor:
My sweet girl,
Since you were 4, I’ve known that the day would come when your battle with MPS would be over. Not knowing when it would end was difficult and my desperation for you to be well escalated as your suffering worsened, especially in the last couple weeks.
I’ve never felt as helpless as I did when you continued to gasp for breath, hour after hour. I must have whispered in your ear over a thousand times to go to Jesus. I told you that Mommy couldn’t fix it and make it all better. I reminded you that you needed a new body and heaven would give you just that. I begged Jesus to come and scoop you up in his mercy.
But you? You are a fighter. You came into this world fighting for each breath. You lived each day fighting to do things I often take for granted. You would leave no other way than fighting.
Do you remember the only verse you ever memorized? The verse was from the famous David & Goliath story. “The battle is the Lord’s.” Your memorization of this verse was a foreshadowing of your entire journey and how our family would make it through, by remembering that we do not fight with the flesh but by the power of the Holy Spirit and the Word of God. I know, that sounds all preachy, but basically you taught me the way to win the battles on this side of heaven is by surrendering myself and all things to God every day. There is no better way to live. There is no other way to live.
Some would say “I’m so sorry that your daughter lost her battle with MPS.” I couldn’t disagree more. You didn’t lose anything.
You, my Taylor, are a warrior. You are the winner. As I stand over the shell that once housed the real you, I can only try to imagine how beautiful and whole and happy you are in heaven.
While the hole in my heart won’t heal until I meet you there, I’m so grateful that your battle is over and sweet victory in Jesus is yours. You have always been a beautiful spirit with an uncooperative body. Now you are a beautiful spirit with an incomprehensible body.
I can hardly wait to see you again.
All my love,
PS: I’m guessing you already know now. But guess what Wojnarowski means? It means “warrior.” Go figure.