Dance With a Mission!

Looking for a great night out next weekend? Join us as we Dance with a Mission!

Women Getting Real is hosting a charity dance at Absolute Ballroom to fund mission work for Beth Hungerford, Shimmi Taylor, and Laura Jones.

Beth and Shimmi are headed to Zimbabwe and Laura is pursuing further mission training in California.

For our dancing friends, this is a great extra dance for the month! For friends who are new to dancing, it will be a lot of fun and a great time to catch up! You don’t have to be a dancer to have fun! Singles and couples are welcome.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

7:00 pm to 9:00 pm

Absolute Ballroom
9119 Executive Park Drive
Knoxville, TN 37923

Nice casual/dressy

Dancing will start at 7:00 pm and will include rumba, foxtrot, waltz, swing, cha-cha, salsa, samba, bolero, and anything else you want to dance to that music! Mid evening, we’ll have about a 10-minute break to hear from the women going, followed by more dancing. We will wrap it up about 9:00 pm.

Heavy h’ordeuvres.

Normally the cost to dance at Absolute Ballroom is $10 per person or $15 per couple. The studio has graciously waived that fee and simply let us have the studio for a flat rate so that whatever you give will be going directly towards the mission work for Beth, Shimmi, and Laura. There will be a donation box at the back along with further information about the upcoming trips if you are interested. We are asking for a minimum $10 donation, but you are welcome to give more as led.

Be sure to invite your friends! This is supposed to be a FUNdraiser. 😉

Hope to see you there!

God Stories from Beth

So love sharing the way God is holding Beth close to Him. This was from a recent email she sent. Enjoy!

It is Sunday (Aug 29) so I’ve been here a little over a week and it has been the hardest day so far without question.  I’m just really missing people and realizing that this could be harder and longer than I thought even though I’ve known it wasn’t going to be easy.  I went outside behind the cottage to sit at the picnic table facing the river and turned on some music planning to write emails.

Instead I ended up just listening and letting the songs wash over me for about an hour.  I was playing a list of songs God had brought up throughout the time leading up to the first trip and as well as this one.  Each one had something I needed to hear or be reminded of.

The first one was “Our Hope Endures” which just helped change my perspective.  Nothing has really changed…the reasons I came are still the same and everything I heard from the Lord to bring me here is still true.  The next song was “Don’t Get Comfortable” by Brandon Heath.  The chorus says, “I am gonna show you what I mean.  I am gonna love like you’ve never seen.  You are gonna live like you used to dream.  This is your new song.”

I’ve also been frustrated because I feel like I’m not doing anything or getting anywhere.  I know that it will take time but you would think that I’d never even met the Croudaces before with how reserved I’ve been and still am even after a week.  I was thinking about this and had stopped listening to the songs.  The Lord brought my attention back in the middle of “Wait and See” also by Brandon Heath…”Still wondering why I’m here.  Still wrestling with my fear, but oh, He’s up to something.  And the farther on I go I’ve seen enough to know that I’m not here for nothing.  He’s up to something. He’s not finished with me yet.”

Each song was so on target.  “By Your Side” Tenth Ave. North and “Let the Waters Rise” Mikeschair…”God you know where I’ve been you were there with me then.  You were faithful before you’ll be faithful again.”  Then hearing God say the next line:  “I’m holding your hand.”

At one point I heard something rustling in the leaves and looked over.  It was a bird but what caught my attention was the fact that it was at the base of one of those trees that the bark peels off.  I hadn’t seen or at least noticed any of these trees til just then.  Not much of the bark is off at this point but it has started.  The Lord was saying, “You’re going to get there. Don’t get discouraged with slow beginnings.  It is coming off.”  It will be interesting to watch the tree as it progresses.  I’m sure the Lord will have more to say to me about it.

Lord, thank You that You see and hear. Thank You that You are ever interceding for us. Bless You, Lord. Amen.

When Old People Make Young People Cry

I was re-telling some Zimbabwe stories today at the girls’ school. There are some funny ones and some sad ones. And one that really sticks out to me is when we went to the old folks home.

This place was even worse than other places we had seen. It was old people just sitting around waiting to die. No family, no provision, with literally a threadbare existence. If they had shoes, they were
busted open because they had worn out or were the wrong size to begin with. If they had clothes there were holes and tears in their shirts and pants.

We took a picture of their “pantry.” It had oil and meal to make sudza.  That was it.

Then sweet Laura Jones piped up and said, “What if we wash their feet and pray for them. Can we do that??”  She looked like an angel when she asked that.

My internal response was No Way. But my external response was a stammered, “Yes–Yes–we–can–”

And we did.  Here we were young, polished Americans on our knees with our slick American water bottles pouring out purified water on these dry, cracked black feet.

Then came the dull murmur as we prayed in our language over a people who did not understand a word we were saying. Yet we all believed that God had no problem with our dialect and accent.

I am not sure who was changed more. Us or them. I don’t think I have ever felt more like Jesus than when we washed those old, weak, dirty feet.

I am so glad that Jesus never stammered or hesitated to wash my feet. I am so glad that He is pleased to touch me and pray for me.

Father, I pray even now that the old folks in Zim and the team here are reminded about the crazy day that You showed up in the oddest way.

“Isn’t that a strange way to save the world. . .” Amen.

God, Are You Working Too?

I woke up this morning with the bridge from a Passion song rolling around my head:

“In all things,  we know that
We are more than conquerors
You keep us by Your love”

This was one of those times I got the answer before the question. Because as my heart was singing (or hearing?) these words, my mind was waking up with a blur of questions about human trafficking, the violent spirit hovering over our world, Beth returning to Zimbabwe.

This is a lot before your first cup of coffee. I know He really is the answer to every thing we need. But somehow His answer is mobilized through our hands, legs, and heart. How do we “be” more than conquerors in His Spirit?

He reminded me of a Charis moment from this weekend. We were doing a house cleaning blitz on Saturday. Charis came up to me with her list in her hand. “Mom, while I am doing all this cleaning, are you and Dad working too?” she asked.

“Has there ever been a time when you were working that we were not doing more?”  I replied.

The Spirit stopped me in my tracks. Think Jana. Has there ever been a time that I was working, that God has not been doing more?

I will relay in coming blogs what I have learned about trafficking, but for today I want to reassure you that God is at work. In your lives, in the world. In His World.

Healing in Your Hands, Christy Nockels

No mountain, no valley, no gain or loss we know
could keep us from Your love
No sickness, no secret, no chain is strong enough
to keep us from Your love
to keep us from Your love

How high, how wide
No matter where I am, healing is in Your hands
How deep, How strong,
And now by Your grace I stand, healing is in Your hands

Our present, our future, our past is in Your hands
We’re covered by Your blood
We’re covered by Your blood

In all things, we know that
We are more than conquerors
You keep us by Your love

Mom’s Perspective of The Father’s Plan

I am delighted to share a small peek into the transformation process as God prepares and equips His children for His work. As you know, Beth Hungerford is returning to Zimbabwe  a week from Thursday. (Please see the end of the blog for her outstanding needs and contact information.) What you may not know is all that God had to overcome to get her ready to go. Enjoy this perspective from her mom.


“My” child at age two cried not to go outside because there were bugs. Or later as a very quiet child would panic at the sight of a dog or animal in the distance at the ball park. She freaked out when on a field trip with no bathroom in sight and refused to go behind a tree to take care of business.

After graduating high school,  she did not want to go to college because she didn’t know what to major in. Then after finishing college decided to stay in Knoxville to fellowship with a group of young women to know God more so she was willing to take an entry level job. Now she will use her home schooling experience for others and hopefully her recreational therapy degree for the benefit of Zimbabwe teens half way around the world. How little did I see God’s weaving of her experiences into what is now a love of others, animals and outdoor life.

She has moved into a new level of trusting God as she seeks to hear Him. We have a new level of trusting God as her parents that it is His voice she hears. He loves her more than I and she is really His not mine.

Liz Hungerford


I love watching the Father work out His plan.  Please continue to pray for Beth as we all prepare to launch her into this next chapter. If you want to continue to be updated, please send an email to with “Beth Update” in the subject line. You will be added to the group email prayer updates.

And for those of you who have asked, she is still praying in $2000 for her six month stay. You can send donations directly to her mom’s address below.

Liz Hungerford
8721 Simpson Rd.
Knoxville, TN 37920

Thank You, Lord, for Your plans that are for our good and not for harm. Thank You that we will find You when we seek You with all our hearts. We pray grace on Beth and those who must let her go. And we pray Your name be her shield and reward. Amen.

Culture Shock

I went to a Zim trip team reunion today.  It is such a crazy God thing when He turns strangers into family.  I have such strong affection for each member of the team. Not just because we shared an intense life event, or that we have much in common. Because it is more than history, and has nothing to do with similarities. It is that God melded our hearts together. He forged our spirits together and we don’t quite know what to do with it.

But here is the clincher of the day. It kind of sums up the trip and our new found connection.  One of the young women who went is named Anna.  She is lovely in face and spirit with a genuine sincerity and rare innocence.

As we went around the room and talked about our God take-aways, she said that she had culture shock when she went to Zimbabwe and culture shock when she came home. But the Lord had showed her that He was God in America and God in Zimbabwe.

“God has no culture shock,” she said simply, with childlike wonder.

I don’t think she had any idea of the profound revelation she had just shared with us all.

Think about it. What we experience as obstacles and barriers, idioms and dialects, God just moves beyond as He fathers His children. The Holy Spirit doesn’t learn languages or customs. But instead lives, moves, creates, and blesses. No country borders or political drama in any way stops the work of God.

Which leads me to ask, How big is your God?  Whatever you think is too big for God, shows you just who you are actually trusting and believing.

Ephesians 3:20-21 declares: Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than we can ask or imagine according to His power that is at work….

Lord, thank You that Your ways are higher, Your plans are better and Your life is richer than anything I can think of. Amen

Rivers of Living Water

Many of you have asked about Beth’s return trip to Zimbabwe.  When is she leaving? Does she need help?  So I asked her give us some views from her heart and specific needs. Just as you prayed and invested before, please do so again as we witness God’s continued heart for His people. Blessings, Jana

“I started out in Zimbabwe trying to figure out what I was supposed to be getting out of the three weeks.  What I realized by the time we left was that it wasn’t about what would happen during those three weeks; it was about what would continue after.  The biggest thing God revealed to me there is that I still don’t see or know myself as He sees and knows me.  I’ve had a lot of growth in these areas especially in the last three years, but there is more.

In Zimbabwe I was looking at the huge dam that holds back the water, which is what made the gorgeous lake where we had spent the previous few days on a houseboat.  As I stood watching the water pour out I clearly heard the Lord speaking to me.

The water in the lake, while beautiful and containing lots of life, is just sitting there, unchanging aside from occasional fluctuations in level.  But when it is released from the dam it pours out with astounding power creating a moving river and becoming a life of its own.  I don’t know about you but I hate swimming in lakes because when water is still it gets murky and gross, growing all kinds of vegetation with who knows what hiding in it.  I will take a moving river over a stagnant lake any day.  This is what the Lord is calling me to in going back to Zimbabwe.  I’ve been poured into and experienced a lot of healing and freedom in the last three years sitting under Jana’s teaching, but there is a lot in me being held back.  Now God is inviting me out of my familiar environment where I’ve learned how and where to hide.  He’s taking me to a new place where He wants to begin releasing the water and revealing the true life that He has created in me which includes strengths and abilities I’m not aware of yet.  It is an adventure I am excited to take with Him.

While I really don’t have a clue what He has in store for me there, the plan for now is that I will leave August 19 to stay for six months with Alistair and Shelley Croudace who own Lasting Impressions youth camp near Kadoma.  I will be working at the camp as well as helping Shelley home school their three kids and teaching some in her women’s group.

I still have to trust the Lord to come through in a lot of areas.  Here are some things you could be praying for with me.

  • Loneliness since staying connected to people here will be difficult
  • Willingness and courage to step out into the unfamiliar as the Lord leads
  • Health and safety both traveling and while there
  • Finances (Beth needs to pray in $2000 either before she leaves, or on a monthly committed basis)
  • Visa renewals.  I can only get 30 days at a time and will have to apply for a renewal every 30 days.
  • Smooth travel as I will be by myself this time.”

Lord, we thank You for doing far more than we can ask or imagine. We thank You that we are seeing with our own eyes,  “there’s a bigger picture (we) can’t see.” We say yes and amen to these prayer requests and thank You for Your grace and provision. May You continue to bring glory to Your name through Beth and Your work in Zimbabwe.  In the power of Jesus’ name, Amen.

Things Are Not As They Appear

First. Let me say how thankful I am for hot, running water; electricity that rarely goes out; and computers that work. These are a few of my favorites things.

Second. I am so fired up about  the WGR class beginning Aug. 31 at Fellowship Church. This is going to be a great semester as we reach toward freedom.

Third. It is a good thing I get to blog every day because my cup runneth over. Zim stories, post Zim revelations, parenting growing pains, a disturbing trip to the mall, my post-it notes update, funny Man stories….I’ve got a lot of words to get out. Whew. Let me tell you what is burning most in my heart today.

As we were very first flying from Knoxville to D.C. on our trip, the sky was near impossible to describe.  It was as if we were floating in the “ocean” of air. There was a layer of clouds that looked like white crested waves, another large blue layer filled with small “fish-like” cirrus clouds moving slowly as if in schools.  It was a magical moment to be flying in a plane and have the sensation of scuba diving. Softly, I heard the Lord whisper, “Things are not as they appear.”

Hmmm.  I tucked that comment into my heart, feeling half encouraged and half warned. Later that night, three other people had similar impressions from the Lord, to not be deceived by appearances. In retrospect this is one of my greatest takeaways from this experience with God: we walk by faith and not by sight.

The sheer act of walking with God is one of close communion. Close enough to hold His hand, hear His whisper, feel His warmth. But it is also the sheer act of walking with God that invites us to lay down the need to know and control our own lives. Or perhaps, more importantly, lay down the arrogance that we can rightly translate our lives and circumstances.

Things are not as they appear. Here are some examples:

• The ticket lady had given us the cold shoulder. Our missed flight was not her problem. So while burning time in the airport, we began practicing our music. The three of us just sang out to the passing throng of internationals:  “Declare His glory  among the nations, For Great is the Lord, and most worthy of praise. Declare His gory among the nations. Among all the peoples His marvelous deeds.”  A few moments later, the same woman who had completely rejected us, turned and put us up in a beautiful hotel and re-arranged our flights.

• I was prayer walking around the orphanage, asking God to renounce the evil that several of us had sensed was trying to gain a foothold.  As I walked the property, I saw the iron barred gates at the entrance.  I thought of the scripture that says the gates of hell will not prevail against them. I was intently praying this promise and walking toward the gates to touch them.  Out of nowhere, a small child appeared two steps ahead of me and closed the gates. It took my breath away. Not from fear. But awe. Was God showing me the answer to my prayer?

On and on we had these “moments” that seemed common, but a with a spiritual weight. I have come home with a greater confidence and greater calm.  It is one thing to sing “He’s got the whole world in His hands.” It’s another thing to actually live it.

“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.” Ephesians 6:12

“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” Hebrews 11:1