“Sharing Words of Comfort,” Ensign, Dec. 2005, 29
My husband and I had been happily anticipating the arrival of our fifth child. But during what I thought would be a routine sonogram in the middle of the pregnancy, the doctor told me that the baby had an untreatable genetic defect and would soon die. I was then faced with the task of comforting my other children while attempting to maintain our normal routine. Two days later while I was at home, an unbearable sadness pressed down on my heart. I recognized I was greatly blessed to have four healthy children, but an overwhelming sense that things had not gone the way I wanted occupied my every thought.
While in this state of mind I received a call from Sister Kathy Cunningham, our ward’s newly called compassionate service leader. She said she wanted to come by to visit. When she arrived, I poured out my sorrow and frustration. As we talked, a change started to come over my heart. The problem was still there, but the sadness became manageable. Things seemed to fall into perspective, and I was again aware of how many blessings I had in my life. Her sharing my pain touched me deeply, and my burdens became lighter.
Support continued from the ward as other sisters shared words of comfort and brought dinners for our family. This led me to feel a part of a loving community, and I had a greater sense of connection with the ward. Over time and through the encouragement offered, I gained a sense that the loss of our baby was part of Heavenly Father’s plan. It appeared to be an opportunity for growth for me, my family, and many ward members.
Kimberly Hirschi, San Diego 12th Ward, San Diego California North Stake