Allison Versus the Forces of Evil

You may be wondering, "Allison. Aren't you going on a mission's trip?" Why yes. Yes I am. Next week. And it's going to blow my mind. Allow me to explain.

On April 9th, 1906-1916, there was a huge outpouring of the Holy Spirit on Azusa Street, Los Angeles, California. God's glory was so heavy in the place that firemen would storm into the building thinking the roof was on fire, but it was God simply being present among the hungry people. Children would play hide and seek in the cloud of His glory, literally, and cancer would fall right off the bodies of health-stricken people. When the train pulled in a few blocks away, passengers would fall out under the power of God without even being at the location of the ministry. God did crazy things at the Azusa Street Revival, of which William J. Seymour (the founder of the revival) prophesied that within 100 years, another outpouring would break out with twice as much power and miracles than what was seen there.

Now, approximately 100 years later on April 9th, 2016, little ol' Allison will be marching right on over to Los Angeles with about 2,000 other students from Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry to reignite the heart of LA for God once again.

What a huge statement; I can't even believe I'm saying it! This will be my first missions trip in my life, and it consists of being part of a ministry so large that we're expecting 90,000 people to minister to at the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum. Excuse me while my mind blows up a bit. 

So, my point in writing this is so that you can know what I'll be involved with--what you likely supported me for (thank you from the bottom of my little goober heart)! Whether you donated to my BSSM tuition or directly to my missions account or support me blissfully from your heart, what my revival group and I do in LA will also be considered your rewards! SO, this is what little ol' Allison will be doing:

Part of a group of about 58 people (called a revival group at BSSM), we will be "flooding the streets of LA" for a week before the main event called Azusa Now at the LA Memorial Coliseum (you can discover more about it at The Call's Website). 

During this week, each revival group has been divided into 5 different zones, one of which our group has been assigned Downtown LA! We will be ministering on the streets (never done that before), throwing a block party (never done that either), ministering to one of the nation's largest homeless avenue on Skid Row (you can bet your bottom dollar I ain't done that either), volunteering at other planted ministries and local churches, and ministering in the business district, fashion district and Chinatown (gunna get me some RAMEN YEAH). This is the first time BSSM has concentrated all their students to one mission, instead of about 75 different missions every year.

On the day of Azusa Now, the revival in the LA Coliseum, our revival group will be ministering to a section of 3,000 people.

The very last day of our trip, although optional, us little goobers for Jesus will be flooding Disneyland! BLESS THE LORD OH MY SOUL--HERE I COME, DISNEY. YOU BETTA WATCHOUT.

...Anyway, this is what Allison will be doing next week. Thanks to you (and Jesus, yay!), my first mission's trip is going to be unforgettably colossal. I plan on taking testimonies and writing more blog posts about what God is doing there, because I can't believe little ol' me is going to be part of such a huge thing.

Allison Versus the Forces of Evil!

Evangelism; A Noobie's Guide to Jesusing

It's been 5 months, 3 weeks and 4 days since I started this whole grand adventure up north in the boondocks of California, learning how to Jesus with Jesus while Jesusing for Jesus. Gosh, I love Jesus. What a stand up guy!

Anyway, as it should be expected for any bible school, evangelism in BSSM is a big deal. All year, we've been taught about how to love people like Jesus did which includes healthy communication and boundaries, healing, delivering, encouraging anyone of any sort and all the fancy toppings on an icecream cake (preferably Oreo-flavored).

In preparation for our mission's trip in April (my first one ever!), my Revival Group decided on having a time of outreach in our lil' o' city of Redding this last Monday. You see, Allison (aka myself) has never really felt all that prepared for outreach (which is just a comfortable word for Street Evangelism, right?). I could sit in the pews and be lectured all day about only needing a mustard seed of faith and knowing that the Holy Spirit is with me and recognizing that I am totally prepared for outreach--but let's be real: It doesn't mean anything unless you put it to the risk, I mean, test. 

So, idly skipping over a few minute details, I found myself in a team of four heading up to the second story of the local library in Redding. The location was chosen due to an abnormal amount of homeless people that normally gather there--and my teammates, being the fearless Jesusers they are, were ready for some serious outreach! I went without a fuss, although I wanted to hide behind the Marvel comics I found until it was all over.

But alas, the realization hit me that I (and several other people helped me THANKS!) paid $4,500 for this school and I wasn't going to simply read comics I could easily do for the rest of my life (rest assured, I will do this also). So I metaphorically rolled up my sleeves and gently approached an older woman reading a magazine. Oh God, how do I--what do I--Okay, yup, she's looking at me. I'm definitely in too deep now, there's no turning back; HERE WE GO--

"Hi there!" I said in my most intentional greetings.

"Hi?" She responded with utmost unintentions.

Que uncomfortable feelings.

"So..." I began, braving it straight to the point as gently as possible. "I was wondering if you'd like some company or prayer for anything?"

Immediately her face became hardened.

"Why? Who are you? What church sent you?" She immediately fired off a list of defensive questions.

It occurred to me then that...the reputation I believed Bethel had certainly wasn't the same reputation that several other people had. I gracefully danced around some of the questions, to which she immediately said, "No, I don't want company or prayer. Thanks but bye."

Ouchers.

If I were a dog, it'd be obvious I left with my tail between my legs. I had never experienced that sort of rejection before, but nonetheless, I honored her wishes.

I sat down next to one of my teammates who asked excitedly, "How did it go?"

"I got rejected," I managed to say. But I was fighting off tears like Spider-Man fighting off the Goblin. It's one thing to hear stories of rejection in ministry, and another to actually experience it. And if it weren't for my teammate saying what he said next, I would've been such a loser that day! AND SPIDER-MAN NEVER LOSES (so neither does Allison!).

So he said, "That's awesome!" And before I could retort, he explained how I still 'won' because I took a risk and approached the woman, and God can still work with that no matter with what outcome.

Dear teammate (you know who you are), you reminded me of the most important lesson we've ever learned about evangelism: that Jesus's love never quits. It always wins! You have taught me the most valuable lesson in the midst of the test. Thank you!

Anyway, so I sat there and processed this revelation for about 4 minutes, and then I punched Satan in the face like Captain America did with Hitler, and I went and tried again with someone else.

By the end of the day, I found and accompanied a unique teenage girl who opened up some very vulnerable parts of her life story with me, prayed for her sprained wrist to work again, prayed for her brain tissue disease thing to go away, prayed for her headaches to stop, became friends via social media and I ended up walking away more encouraged by her than I felt like I could've been for her.

You see, the guide to evangelizing/Jesusing consists of these 3 basic concepts, and with them, you'll never go wrong:

1) Love the person like Jesus would,
2) Honor the person like Jesus would,
3) And take risk, like Jesus would.

You don't need to shout for someone to hear you. You don't need to hear the audible voice of the Lord to approach someone. You don't need to come up with a flawless formula to lead someone to Christ. Just...love the person. Honor the person. And take a risk.

And it's because of a risk that this blog exists (rhyming, woo)! And that makes for a very fine life, ladies and gentlemen.

I'd Rather Be the Knight

Ever since I was a wee little laddy, I was different. Different as in...No, I will not wear a dress. No, I will not be a ballet dancer. No, I will not put on lipstick. I wasted no time drawing a line between what the world called feminine and what I called it, starting at the age of four. It should be no surprise that my mom had quite the journey discovering what kind of daughter she gave birth to (my formal condolences, Mother).

I fell in love with dragons probably around the age of six and never once owned a Barbie Doll (except for the time I tied one to some fireworks on the 4th of July). Instead, I played with toy dragons and dinosaurs. Whenever my friends wanted to play House in elementary school, I would always be the dog. Who the heck wanted to be the mom? Or a baby? No. Dog. I want Dog or I'm out.

There's one vivid memory I have as a child, probably around seven years old. My dad drove a semi-truck back then, so he would sometimes let the family join in on the traveling fun. His truck had one of those beds in the back (which felt more like a castle to me and my two brothers). For whatever reason, these said brothers decided they didn't need to wear their shirts. I don't know if they felt stuffy or if they wanted to wear half of their birthday suits, but I wanted in.

"No!" They denied me. "You're a girl. You can't take off your shirt!" Now let's be honest. I had nothing going for me back then, alright? The concept of offending anyone's eyes wasn't really something I grasped. Nonetheless, I was outraged by the thick line they drew across them and I--so I stomped on up to the front seats and exclaimed my desire to also be a shirtless child in the castle of the semi-truck.

I can't tell you what went through my parents' minds or how they came to their conclusion, but by the grace of the Lord Almighty, I had consent to run around the semi-truck without my shirt on.

Good times...

Now, about 14 years later, this memory has proven to be the starting point of which I subtly decided I didn't like being a girl. It's not like I consciously made that decision, but everything I liked was "forbidden" for ladies to like. You know, like fire-breathing lizards, video games, pirates, metal music, and shaving the side of my head...just to name a few.

But last night during a meeting for all the lovely ladies of BSSM, I was jolted by the fact that I have been running from femininity my whole life. I didn't start doing my own hair until high school (my mom always straightened it for me), I vowed to never wear make-up unless I was going to a wedding or some special event--I didn't even own my first pair of heels till two years ago and I'm 21 now.

The thing is that my abstraction of being a woman meant I had to put enormous amounts of effort into my appearance and feel ugly without make-up on, and be graceful in everything and like salads and sit with your legs closed and--most of all--throw away almost everything I ever loved.

Boy, oh boy (or woman, oh woman!), was I ever wrong! It's so silly to think that all this time I thought I was very good at loving myself and being me no matter what--but I subconsciously hated being a girl and all the things that society tied to that. No more, I say! The question isn't "What does it mean to be a woman?" but instead it's, "How do I do woman?"

This is all a fresh process for me, hot out of the oven (smells like apple pie...), but here I am being open about my womanhood. This is perhaps the last thing I thought I'd ever write about. Oh well!

So in conclusion, I've decided to take pro-active steps to help remind me that I can enjoy being a woman the way I'd like to and not be afraid of it. Therefore I'm wearing eyeliner just because for a week. AM I EVEN ALLISON ANYMORE? I DON'T KNOW.

Anyway, if you got to the end of this, congratulations! Here's a slice of hot apple pie for you (hypothetically speaking. Sorry.) And I hope you learned something from this: that if you ever want to live life to the fullest--a truly fine life--you'd love the gender God made you and embrace it. You'll display God's glory that way :)

NOW GO, BE THE KNIGHT TO SOMEONE'S DISTRESS (whether you're a girl, a boy, a dog or a slice of hot apple pie)!

Allison and South Korea: Since WHEN?

South Korea, an Asian country located a hop, skip and a jump away from Japan, has become a recent passion of mine since the very beginning of my BSSM school year. It was about as unexpected to me as it probably is for those of you who know me (and if you don't know me, let's be friends!). I never thought I was the type to fall in love with a country besides America and Canada, but lemme tell ya, this South Korea thing ain't going away any time soon. If ever. And now I shall explain why.

It all began with the exposure to their pop music (AKA Korean Pop/K-Pop), of which I will simply provide a sample of (be sure to turn on the English subtitles!):

If this is your first time watching K-Pop (that is, if you just did), I know what you're thinking: Why are there so many boys? This video is weird. [Potentially] why do I like this? Or, I don't understand you at all, Allison, but I love you anyway.

I started with these thoughts, too, and progressively became a fan and am now doomed to K-Pop for the rest of my youthful life. But this ain't about K-Pop, it's about Korea--because through their music, I discovered their culture and--as part of a nation-praying bible school of BSSM--I have been pulled into a deep place of love for them. So let me tell you a little bit about it:

South Korea is one of the most advanced first-world countries on the planet with their capital city, Seoul, being the tech capital of the world (and ranked one of the safest places to live!). South Korea is also part of the world's most technologically advanced and digitally-connected countries (with the fastest internet speed!) and can you guess where Samsung and LG come from?

Seoul: Home to over half of all South Koreans along with 678,102 international residents.

I've also learned that they are one of the most medically-advanced countries in the world which means--as I have studied a bit about--plastic surgery is as common as wearing contacts in America. It's not unusual for a girl to have plastic surgery by the time she's twelve, which actually breaks my heart. It's even normal to give these surgeries as gifts for Christmas or birthdays (to women and even occasionally men)!

You know, I just want to stomp (or fiercely swim) over to Korea and lift those girls up who suffer from such visual self-abuse. That's why, in this K-Pop music video, the young girl is so sad looking at herself in the mirror and scrubbing a flaw on her face that's actually not even there.

To this day I still don't understand how I came to love Korea so much, but all I know is that when something makes you feel excited and alive, God wants to use you in it. So, I'm currently in the process of learning the Korean language and writing Hangul to a pen pal I've made there! I'm dreaming of what God is planning to do with this (utilize your talents, people!). Will I minister there? Intern someplace? Teach English? Speak to girls who suffer from low self-value? I am so down for any of these, Jesus!

So, yeah. I guess I wrote this so you kinda are in the loop about my recent self. As closure, I should say to be brave when you love a nation and don't be afraid to learn a completely new culture and it's language. Now is as good as a time as any! God's not done with you!

And that makes for--yes--a fine, fine life. :)

What Friends Are For

This is my best friend Karly (left) and I hanging out at the Sundial Bridge in Redding, California two weeks ago. As a friend that I've had since childhood (we estimate about 10 years of awesome togetherness), it was hardly a surprise for her to fly all the way out from Texas to come see me. But still, a portion of me was surprised, because she isn't the type to go far from home.

This is because Karly fought cancer in her childhood and had half of her pelvic bone removed in 2012 to get rid of the tumor (and it worked! Woop woop!). Since then she's walked with a limp (one leg is about 2" shorter than the other) and has become used to severe pain in her damaged nerves, and so she doesn't really have the option to go far from home. Still, she came to see me, and God was talking to me all the while I anticipated her visit. "Don't put it on your shoulders," He constantly reminded me. "I will provide others to do it for you." What, exactly? Read on!

Weeks beforehand, I started feeling like something was going to happen to my dear friend--positively, of course--because she was going to come to Bethel with me and, as the meme says:

She was going to attend school with me for an entire week, and BSSM's atmosphere is all about healing and experiencing encounters with God. I wanted nothing more than for Karly to experience what we "Bethelites" would call a creative miracle. This is when God creates a new part of the body the person is missing, or even replacing dysfunctional parts with new parts. Karly's, of which, would be an entirely new pelvic bone.

So Karly had arrived, and of course we did all sorts of best friend things, like watching every movie ever from Ant-Man to foreign Korean and German movies (we love cultures so much that we fuel each other's fires). But the very next day after her arrival, I took her to church service with me which would be the first Bethel thing she'd experience from her week-long stay. I was nervous. I was afraid that God wouldn't heal her, and that all this time of me telling her about the endless possibility that He could fix her leg with extreme ease, would only discourage the both of us in the end if nothing happened (dumb thinking, I know. It's also human thinking).

We sat in service and near the end the pastor had called for anyone with bone-related issues to stand. Of course I wasn't going to ask Karly to, but she did on her own. Instantly, all the BSSM students around me, strangers and friends, surrounded her and prayed for her healing. God was right when He said He would provide others to do it for me. And then I began to weep. Crying isn't even the right word. Sobbing, weeping, cringing into the abyss of the most tears I've ever produced in my entire life--that's what I mean. I had no idea what was going on inside of me, except that God was doing something insane in my heart. The funny part was that Karly didn't cry at all, being the strong-willed person she is, and instead was the one comforting me. Hilarious, if you ask me.

I remained sobbing like this for at least half an hour (thank goodness I brought tissues), and students began pouring into me, praying for me unbeknownst to them that I was crying on behalf of someone else. Then a staff member came to me and prophesied over me, "You're feeling the compassion of Jesus for your friend. He wants this just as bad as you do. He's on your side."

Those are words I'll never forget, because he was very right and it made so much sense. So I mustered up my courage and did something I've never EVER done before with the intention of seeing it truly happen.

I walked over to Karly (she had been guided away by another staff and was still being prayed for because now everyone was seeing that she needed a creative  miracle), and I put my hands on her leg and asked God to heal it. I prayed about three times, though I can hardly remember because I was still sobbing, and nothing came to pass. I straightened up and smiled at her and she returned a smile to me, as we both silently agreed that this was an awesome experience for the both of us and this wasn't a failure.

Through the rest of the week, she had been prayed over several more times as nothing appeared to have happened, but she was not offended or discouraged in the least (this chick is seriously unoffendable. It's insane). She encountered God on a personal level that didn't have to do with her cancer-stricken leg at all, and that was enough for her to be moved and changed. Awesome.

So the story appeared to have ended when I dropped her off at the airport after a week of intense bonding. I knew God did something in her, and she was more than happy about the outcome of her stay. She was already planning her next trip out, if that says something!

But just the other day, she had texted me out of the blue. 

"I just realized I haven't taken any pain medication in at least two weeks. I'm actually officially off my pain medication."

I sat there and stared at the words in complete silence.

"No serious pain anymore?" I asked, trying not to jump the gun. And by gun, I mean several rocket launchers pointed at my life-pumping organ called a heart.

"I mean. Today on the flight home I got achy. But the seats on the plane sucked and that was more like normal arthritis/achy bone kind of stuff." Bravo for being real with the answer, Karly! But there was a whole lot more to this text, which continued: "Other than that, no pain. The biggest thing I've noticed is that the nerve pain is gone. There was a pill...that I had to take every 24 hours. It helped with the nerve pain, which that pain sucks so bad because it'll randomly feel like you're getting stabbed with a needle. But, while I was visiting you, it had run out...It was just now that I realized I haven't had that nerve pain at all. So, I'm gunna fill the medication just in case but I'm not even gunna bother taking it. That and my other pain meds...were the only subscription pain meds I was on. Now, I guess I'm not. Wow."

I proceeded in saying:

"Do you know what this means."


Then she said:


And then I said, "Dude. Duuuuuude. Dude. I'm gunna say it. I'M GUNNA SAY IT. Jesus...Jesus healed that..."

And then she said:


The end.

Just kidding. On a more professional note, I see that God totally did something and is more than likely continuing to do something in her body because He really is on my/our side. He wants people to be healed. He doesn't cause sickness and He doesn't cause tragedies, but He sure does turn them into the most beautiful testimonies time and time again.

So be encouraged, my dear readers. God does the miraculous but in ways you can't even see. Be bold and have faith to pray for other people's healing, because faith is spelled R-I-S-K, and without it, nothing can happen.

Taking risk is definitely key to a fine life--full of sincerity, grace and miracles.

What Prophecy Looks Like

"I'm getting a picture of...a burnt orange room, like with a bunch of posters on the wall. And a bunk bed," said my friend to me in class this morning. We were both in the Prophetics class, and we were practicing how to prophesy over each other (BSSM is a very safe place to do that!). "Does this make any sense to you?" She asked and of course she would, because to her, she only knew what God was saying and had no idea that a burnt orange room, posters and a bunk bed would mean anything profound and encouraging to me.

"Yes," I said, with a growing smile. "When I lived in Canada, my room was burnt orange and I hated the color so much that I covered it with posters." Then I proceeded to tell her that when I was little, both my brothers had a bunkbed that revolved around some of our best childhood memories.

My friend was astonished, because clearly she had no idea that it actually did make sense to me, and more than that, it was very personal--only something God would have known. But prophesying isn't just about being accurate, but using those facts as a message from God to uplift and encourage a person. So my friend continued, and said: "No matter which room you're in and wherever you're at, Jesus wants to bunk with you."

That was an awesome prophetic word, because I was very encouraged about my relationship between Jesus and I. No matter where I am at in life, Jesus wants to be my friend and the bottom bunker. And he used someone else to tell me that, using a specific room and a very fond childhood object to get his point across.

If it weren't for my friend stepping out in faith, listening to God and simply telling me what He was saying, I would have never been encouraged.

So if you're new to the whole "Prophecy" thing, I can tell you a bit of what it is, just as the story exemplifies. First and definitely foremost, prophecy is meant to be used to edify and encourage the church. It isn't something to call out people's sins or condemn them. "But one who prophesies strengthens others, encourages them, and comforts them." (1 Corinthians 14:3 NLT) Secondly, anyone who knows God's voice can prophecy--even King Saul did while he was chasing David to kill him (1 Samuel 10:9-11).

The thing that scares people about prophecy, though, is whether or not it's accurate. If you're prophesying over someone, how do you know if you're hearing God?

Here's a mind-blower: God's first language isn't English. In fact, we don't know what His first language is--but I can tell you that the most common way He speaks to people is through dreams and visions. Visions (not just an epic experience you see with your physical eye) are most often pictures that you get in your head whenever you ask God about something. That's what my friend experienced! She saw a burnt orange room, posters and a bunkbed. The next step was telling me, and having faith in God that it would edify me somehow in which later He provided the answer.

God also speaks using creation/nature (Romans 1:20), numbers and letters (Genesis 41:26), your senses such as what you see, feel, taste and hear (Acts 2:2), and so many other ways. Never limit Him to one form of communicating with you! You can't put God in a box--trust me.

The red flag for receiving prophecy is when the word given to you is not encouraging. If you leave that person feeling worse than you came, then it was definitely not from God. God is good ALL THE TIME. He would never discourage you.

Lastly, prophecy should be used in the church to edify others more than tongues. "I would like every one of you to speak in tongues, but I would rather have you prophesy. The one who prophesies is greater than the one who speaks in tongues, unless someone interprets, so that the church may be edified." (1 Corinthians 14:5) Boom! Crazy to think that Paul would put one gift above another, but only because of how important it is to encourage one another!

So take heart, my lovely readers. Prophecy isn't scary. God speaks to you every day. He wants to encourage you, and more-so he wants to use you to encourage someone else! What a happy family of believers we'll be if we learn to do this more often!

And that'll make for a fine, fine life!

The International's Guide to the American Halloween

Hello foreigners (and fellow 'Muricans)! My name is Allison; I'm originally from Texas and am attending Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry (BSSM) in Redding, California.

BSSM thrives within a multi-cultural atmosphere. People from all over the world (Sweden, Australia, Norway, Argentina, you name it!) come to Redding every year for BSSM.

So it has come to my attention that several of these lovely internationals are unaware of what Halloween is actually like in America, and most of all, why do Christians participate in it? Fear not, my precious heavily-accented unAmericans. I will reveal to you the secrets of our society.

First of all let's get straight to the facts! Did you know that Halloween was originally a Christian (possibly pagan) holiday? It's a yearly celebration on October 31st, the eve of the Western Christian feast of All Hallows' Day. It begins the three-day observance of Allhallowtide, a time in which to remember the dead including martyrs, saints (hallows) and all faithful departed Christians. According to many scholars, All Hallow's Eve is a Christianized feast influenced by Celtic harvest festivals, hence where you get the pumpkins and cinnamon spices and all the like! (Read the facts here!)

Crazy, right? So now that we know a little bit about where Halloween comes from, we can talk about the general disposition of Christian believers. How do they view Halloween, and is it okay to celebrate it? Before I give you my general answers, I'm going to let you know that the real answer lies within your own personal conviction and therefore I have no authority to change your heart on the matter (nor is that my intention)!

So, there are 3 types of views that Christians have here in America about Halloween. Generally speaking.

1. The Enthusiasts. The Christian who highly promotes Halloween. They normally celebrate it like any other American does, by dressing up as anything (even the scary things!) and going door to door for some tasty goodies. Often times (but this certainly doesn't mean every enthusiast) mischief goes down in the neighborhoods. For example, perhaps a fun game of throwing toilet paper on someone's house (also called TP'ing). The enthusiasts decorate their front yards with all sorts of jack-o-lanterns and black cats, and sometimes love Halloween more than Christmas or Thanksgiving! Woah!

2. The Opportunists. One of the most common views in America, the opportunists believe that Halloween is a great chance to dress up as your favorite anything (character from a show, a snack from your fridge, etc...) and not be made fun of! Halloween is also used, among these viewers, as a great opportunity to fellowship with events called Trunk-or-Treat, Harvest Parties or Hallelujah Night. These events are held at churches where pastors and leaders will coordinate fun games and hand out candy to anyone no matter the age! Again, this is the most common view of Halloween to the Christian American. Innocently fun!

3. The Shirkers. Those that shirk Halloween are probably those that view it as a holiday of evil. Given, it is easy to see this holiday as the "Day of Satan" while many people frolic around the streets as demons and witches and mindless zombies...The Shirkers avoid decorating their houses and leave the lights off to be sure no trick-or-treaters try to trick or treat them that night.

So these are the three main views of Halloween in the eyes of American Christians. Founded from the Christians that are Very Much Okay With It (Enthusiasts), Okay With It (Opportunists), and those that are Very Much Not Okay With It (The Shirkers). You may fit into one of these categories or you may not! But the point of all this is to let you know what it's like in America. Whether or not it should be okay is up to you and Jesus.

Either way, I will be dressing up as a ninja, frolicking around my friends trying to find KitKat bars and Reese's to last me an entire year. Because the point of life anyway is to have fun with Jesus no matter what day it is!

And that's a fine, fine life! (And a year's supply of goodies.)