Somewhere in rural Indiana lives a young family who caught the vision. In today’s world, the young husband works diligently at his job — and even takes on a side gig — to support his wife and two small children on one income. Yet every month, this couple has chosen to set aside a portion of that hard-earned money, automatically deducted from their account, and donated to us in love.

Somewhere out there is another man, laboring by day and by night to provide for his family. He works to stay ahead of his obligations, to save for a rainy day, to live below his means, and to put food on the table, warmth in the home, and clothes on the backs of those he loves. And still, he carves out a portion for us. 

Somewhere in Kentucky lives a sweet widow and her new husband. Though she faces deep, hard physical and emotional trials—and though she supports many causes dear to her heart—she and her husband sacrificed a piece of their future and sent a check to us. It felt a little like the Widow's mite.

The weight of these acts of faithfulness humbles us. The magnitude — the sacrifice  — is not lost on us.

Somewhere on the east side of town is a woman who has caught the vision. She tells everyone she meets about what we’re doing, organizing events, selling tickets and rallying the troops. She sends texts, pictures, and encouragement. She prays for us, and if our doors are open, her family and her people are there.

Somewhere nearby is a skilled graphic artist who believes in what we’re doing. Night or day, it matters not. As ideas pour in, she graciously opens her laptop and brings them to life. With a keen creative eye and a steady hand, she creates beautiful designs that make us look better than we are. She shares her connections and makes the difficult seem simple.

Somewhere north of town lives a young homeschooling graduate with a gift for lighting technology—and another with a gift for videography. They believe in this mission, too, and have lent their talents so our teens can experience something extraordinary.

Somewhere there are sports organizations who caught the dream of a homecoming dance for their teams, so they supported us and spread the word and encouraged us in so many ways.

Somewhere there are hardworking venue owners, putting in 60 hour work weeks to make their dreams come true, yet generously work with us on price, or donate altogether, especially during non-booked nights. "I don't want to make money on you."

Somewhere in farm country is a homeschooled teenage girl who drives tractors and forklifts, cleans and decorates barns, throws hay, and has a sharp eye for design. Without being asked, she brings joy to life at our dances and spreads the word on social media with a flair that these “old folks” could never dream up.

Somewhere all over town, everyday men and women are digging through their closets for something to wear. They’re brushing up on dance moves, and stepping onto the floor to help people find a partner, get into place, and know what to do. They notice holes in the system and fill in wherever needed, making it all look easy. Chaperones who go all in bless us immeasurably.

Somewhere in northern Indianapolis is a woman with a keen eye for videos and marketing. Though she has 60 man hours of work to accomplish per week between homeschooling and career, she makes kid-approved reels and offers her wisdom and ideas.

Somewhere in a warehouse garage are party buses and limos, gassed and ready to go, driven by a company whose owner who was willing to think outside the box and serve our attendees. With a heart bursting in generosity, he said, "It's time for me to give back. Bring more kids. We'll fit 'em in."

Somewhere in the heart of the city is a homeschool mom who volunteers to be the volunteer of all volunteers. She toils behind the scenes—fueled by adrenalin, sweat, and smiles—turning random bags of groceries into an elegant spread that could rival the finest caterers in the land, without accepting anything in return.

Somewhere in northern Indiana is a farmer who loads up his tractor so kids can experience an actual hayride. There's a flower farm who loves to string lights and invite dancers. There's a grandma who notices when we’ve run out of hot cocoa mix—and bustles in to make more from scratch. Nearby is a mom who notices the volunteers are covered and jumps in enthusiastically to help, bringing all her wedding planning expertise to bear.

Somewhere on the outskirts of town is a well-known businessman who loves the Lord and believes in the cause. He counsels, advises, and shares his time, wisdom, and contacts.

Somewhere there are moms who are already covered with daily life, serving their families, yet take the time to plan dances, spreading the dream and texting everyone they know.

Somewhere is a sports field manager who says, "Those other guys will charge you a mint. Just use our field for practice."

Somewhere there are students calling their relatives across the country to convince them to make the drive to Indiana for the best dances ever.

Somewhere there are brides and grooms who want to set the stage for how they will raise their children, in Christian community.

Somewhere there are professionals of every kind, gifted in every area, and trained through the hard times, at the top of their career, who could charge what they are worth, but don't. There is a photographer who takes a photo every 5.6 seconds and dedicates countless hours in editing and perfecting. Likely he earns a dollar an hour for his work with us. There's a woman who knows non-profit organizations inside and out who takes her time to offer tips and lessons learned.

Somewhere out there are homeschooled teens and young adults who never miss an event. With equal love for dance and for people, they show up, bring the energy, and keep the joy alive. They learn and teach the dances and strategically make certain everyone who wants to dance, gets to dance. When they sense chaos beginning in a corner of the room, they spring into action to bring everything into alignment. They do it all with infectious joy and energy. They are leaders, and they set the example that other kids follow. Every dance they roll up on turns into THE party. They’ve never asked for payment—and have refused it on several occasions. They are definitely “the cool kids.”

Somewhere in the suburbs of Indiana are small business owners and managers who work harder than they’re paid to—but whose generosity overflows. They bless us with gift cards, in-kind donations, and support for our fundraisers.

Somewhere in the Midwest are homeschool co-op teachers and leaders who’ve caught the vision. They’re organizing, encouraging, and inspiring their teens to take a chance—on dance.

Somewhere late at night sits a man awash in the blue glow of a computer screen, hair tousled, eyes burning, pouring over spreadsheets to make the Gordian Knot of table assignment requests make sense. He does it for the dream of a well-run event and a frictionless experience for every attendee.

Somewhere in rural Illinois is a farmer who opens her barns and hayracks to University of Illinois Christian fraternities, sororoties, and homeschooling organizations so they can have actual barn dances. Their loft above the barn is often home to weary dance callers and their gang, to save on travel expenses.

Somewhere across the country are more moms and dads, who want something spectacular for their families. They are investing countless hours into making sure everything comes together at the right time in the right place with the right people dressed the right way, and they are entrusting to us the most precious and valuable things in life -- their children.

Yes, it’s true that we began with our own seed money—and that we carve off no compensation for the hundreds of hours of administrative work that go into this mission. But we’re not the story behind the magic. These unsung heroes understand that we were not put on this earth for the purpose of paying our mortgages. We were put here by God Almighty to SERVE God's people.

You ask how we accomplish all we do—for the Kingdom?

The answer is simple: our gracious Heavenly Father gives us both the will and to do.

He put this dream on our hearts—and then placed it on the hearts of others.

We could never do this alone.

Every act of service, every donation, every prayer, every bit of effort—matters deeply.

We only hope that each one who gives, serves, and believes knows how loved and appreciated they are.

“I thank my God upon every remembrance of you.”

— Philippians 1:3