**This is taken from the Duggar Family's book: 20 and counting!**
The Hidden Message of the Lost Pearl
When I was eleven years old, my family took a vacation in Florida. One morning my brother and I went swimming. The shallow water revealed an oyster bed. We began digging up oysters. It was great fun. During the morning we accumulated quite a collection.
Our greatest finds were not the live oysters, but dead oysters which still had both halves of the shell joined together. Many were closed shut, and we didn’t know until we had pried them open whether they were alive or not.
The live ones we threw back. The empty ones usually did not reclose, but remained partly open. These we set aside as our most prized treasures.
Toward the end of the morning, I dug up a very nice, complete oyster shell which was in perfect condition. It was obviously dead because it was already open about an eighth of an inch and seemed empty. it was definitely one that I wanted to keep, except for one flaw-it had some kind of object trapped inside that rattled. I thought it detracted from the quality of my shell.
The halves of the shell were still very tight and were hard to budge with just my fingers. It took all of five minutes to remove this rather large, round, perfectly smooth object. Having successfully removed it, and being pleased with my now empty and unblemished shell, I threw the object toward the end of the pier.
At about the midpoint of its flight, a horrifying light dawned in my mind. I was old enough to have known, but young enough to overlooked the value of what I had just thrown away. I had treasured what was secondary and had lost what was real. My focus had been wrong.
I visually marked the location of the splash. with great care I slowly approached the spot, trying not to disturb the bottom. For the next half hour I searched diligently.
Finally, when it was time to leave, I told my parents what I had done. Then we all looked for it. Our efforts were useless and our time up. Our schedule demanded that we leave.
When I was twenty-five years old, I got married. For some undefined reason, I rejected for seven years the suggestion that we have children. I thought I had valid reasons, but no counsel or teaching from either family, friends, or church. No one seemed to consider it to be a critical issue. In addition, the world had all kinds of new medical methods for preventing pregnancy.
As I look back, I don’t remember hearing one dissenting voice. Down deep I always knew that I wanted children someday. So, after seven years of some very difficult decision-making, we had our first child- a girl.
To my great amazement, I found that I actually liked having children. In fact, having a child is one of the greatest things that has happened in our lives.
The fears which had prevented conception for so long proved to be mostly imaginary. This new member of our family changed our lives. We discovered a multitude of rewards that we had not known we were missing.
My wife and I have just been told that it now looks medically impossible for us to have any more children! Suddenly, all of our newly established family dreams have been erased. All of the excitement and anticipation of a newly discovered future have vanished. It seems as tough there is a void in our lives – like four of our five children have just been killed.
What makes the burden so heavy is that we had the treasure within our grasp and we threw it away. We saw the outer shell and mistakenly overlooked the treasure within. With our hands we plucked it out and cast it away. We tried to take God’s timing into our own hands.
Psalm 127: 3-5
Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.
