Conversations
The other day, after I put the boys to bed, I overheard some fun conversations…
G: We’re all boxes. As in, we’re all a doterra box. We’re all boxes with possessions in them. And when we die, all the possessions are taken out. We’re just an empty box.
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G: You’re not a body. Your body is you.
J: Oh, I’m not a body.
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G: Did you know when a chickens head comes off, it goes crazy for awhile. Like runs around crazy. That’s not us. Once our heads are chopped off, we’re dead. We’re bye bye.
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J: If someone shoots us or dynamites us out…
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G: Josy, as soon as you die, as soon as up heart stops beating or your brain stops working, you just fall over. And then you go to heaven or hell. Earth is just like a job. Our home is heaven. Satan’s home is hell.
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