Today's post is about motherhood being sooo worth it guys, it's rad. Being a living sacrifice and loving it is what life is all about. Getting thrown up on and wiping poopy butts is amazing and makes Jesus really happy.
Abbie doesn't act like she thinks her passel of kids is amazing. She's actually starting to sound bitter about it. What would happen is she found out tomorrow that there is no god? How would she feel about her blessings then? How pissed would she be to find out that being covered in baby puke doesn't buy you a mansion in heaven but instead it just means you're covered in every day, run-of-the-mill, non-sanctifying barf?