Team Seasoned Heart, based in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania, provides financial support as well as training teams to carry out missions in cooperation with Restoration Village Project, a Christian ministry to Kilgoris, Kenya. Team Seasoned Heart’s Kenyan mission trips include training youth leaders, ministering to widows, orphans and prisoners, and providing medical care.

We are privileged to carry HIS heart to East Africa from a base in Kilgoris, Kenya.  We invite you to, above all else, pray in agreement with the Holy Spirit for HIS purposes for this region and the people.  While we see God as our Source, there is the principle of the Sower and the one sent to the Harvest field and the blessing to both.  We invite you to come alongside of us and sow financially into the ongoing Harvest. 

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Odyssey Observations

9/11/2020 9:55:00 AM BY Hannah S. Hunter

Odyssey Observations

By: Hannah S. Hunter

I want to say upfront I am traveling and will not post a blog again until October. Did you ever hand upside and feel the rush of blood to your head and your pigtails and dress were pulled by gravity toward the ground? Everyone knew what your underwear looked like. Then you tried to read something that was backwards, upside, and out of order. How I found USA on arrival.

I left my land July 2018 for life in Kenya full time. I returned to USA briefly in December for the holidays. I have been in Africa for 14 months. I could only hear reports and see posted videos of my birth nation.

Kenya had her lockdowns, curfews, shortages, and abuse of power. Yet the people pulled together. Community is strong in this land called Kenya. Covid did not touch our county. For the first time, I believe in history, the restrictions for international travel were harsher if your origin of departure was Europe. Airline website posted NO African countries as a restriction.

Even though millions of dollars tempted the leaders of our African to fix numbers the Lord defended us, and truth is emerging. Far less cases and great is the rate of recovery. I have a theory as a critical nurse on the ground. The haters can rage and gnash their teeth. This is not a claim or scientific expert opinion just a woman who lives and works on this soil.

Almost every African has had malaria in their lifetime and been treated with quinine or a derivative. I believe it gave them a resistance. I know WHO and the powers that be are discounting and trying to disqualify hydroxychloroquine. When you do clinics in Africa you can purchase drugs if you are qualified and have funds. Now when you walk in any chemist and on inquiry fear and refusal comes.

Social distancing and mandatory masking as your travel across the globe. Marks on the floors tell you where to stand. Sneeze guards everywhere. You board and deplane by rows. Yet numerous times you are asked to lower your mask for identification. If the flight is full you are on your neighbor’s lap for duration of eight plus hour flight.

How grieved I was to land in my nation to see lack of eye contact, muted conversations, and no touch except the frisking by the TSA. Fear, sadness, and dread sprinkled with huge amounts of hopeless.

Normal is not the normal of even one year ago. The global regression began while I was in Africa. This is not the American I left. I know some will be angry I say this. Our extravagant lifestyles and entitlement needed to die. We are too me oriented and in mercy GOD is waking us to align with Him to prepare us for the greatest awakening. Weddings, graduations, parties, vacations all have to be re-evaluated. NO matter where you go you are an ambassador to the King of Kings.

American churches to be prepared to defy when the government goes against the Word of God. We must prepare to take it to the streets or go underground. Weekly I had to settle myself to be pulled from the pulpit for what I was saying or because of civil disobedience. Comfort and compromise cannot be our portion. Our children are watching.

We have left them a mess with our silence in the last generation. It is not too late to rise up and take courage in HIS strength to reclaim the inheritance of this hallowed ground. Make right the wrongs and restore the foundations in repentance and righteousness.

Lines are becoming very clear that even the blind will know. Sadly, I observe tribal violence so deeply embedded in the Kenyan culture. It divided a nation that she cannot rise united and drive off the interlopers coming to steal her inheritance and resources. Through prayer, repentance, and hard work in the foundations is changing that.

We are descending into that as a nation. IF we do not act now, we shall see a civil war far worse than our first. That war is still the costliest in our history. So many wounds and curses left undealt with. Yet in the midst the great revival and awakening came to heal our land and bring a balm to painful wounds.

Prayer and blessings must come from our lips. Many leaders here defy logic and confuse me with their decisions and rhetoric. Yet my job is to pray for their salvation and wisdom. Words have ripped the church apart and put enmity where there should be brotherhood. November is my departure time. What will I leave and what can I report to my land of Kenya who watches and prays for USA.



Miracles in Motion

8/27/2020 1:15:00 PM BY Hannah S. Hunter

Miracles in Motion

By: Hannah S. Hunter 

Mark 10:15(NLT) “I tell you the truth, anyone who doesn’t receive the Kingdom of Heaven like a child will never enter it.”

 We dusted ourselves off from the powerful blow dealt us as a nation of a supposed looming pandemic. With all the smoking mirrors, innuendos, and information being disseminated to us we had to use wisdom to sift through it all. People as individuals, businesses, families, and churches had to process giving grace regarding timetables. Nothing was left unscathed.

One of things we did was try to recreate a normal routine for our children and my grandbabies. Besides school subjects and life skills we engaged the spiritual and that realm in our curriculum. At least several times a week we would walk to the gates of their school. Anoint the gates, pray, send angels, speak to the teachers and principal through the atmosphere in prayer, and command the gates to open and allow education to resume. It became a routine where children would begin to follow us and watch this prayer meeting.

Last Sunday for the first time since the lockdown we were allowed to have our children with us in the service. I spoke Mark 10:13,14,16 over them and sang a song I learned as a child how Jesus loves all the little children, red, and yellow, black, and white. They are precious in His sight.

Right before I was called to the pulpit to preach Dan was preparing my phone to broadcast the sermon. When he handed it back to me, I saw I had a message from the prophet Elijah, who is a prophet, in Nairobi to the government. He was announcing to me the birth his daughter, Ellah. His wife is a police officer with the government in Nairobi.

How appropriate this little prophet judge opened her mothers’ womb in time for us to welcome our children in our midst. Prayers, cries of our heart, and declarations weekly from our altar spoke for us at the throne of grace. It was such a day of rejoicing for me.

This morning I was speaking with Prophet Elijah. He was relating how little Ellah smiles as she sees angels. Babies remember with clarity what heaven looks and sounds like. They can see far better into the spirit realm than this physical world at this age. If only we could harness this and not lose it. Sadly, our senses and focus become so keen to this world we lose the crispness of vision of the unseen world.

As is my custom I was walking with my grandchildren. School closings and bans from church causes such a frustration to their little minds and bodies. On days when my schedule allows, we take long walks, pick flowers, examine everything we see, eat berries, and end up at the school gate. We pray, anoint, and command the gates to open up, call for the teachers to come, and the government to move to open schools.

Praying I noticed a man approaching, leaning on the wall by the gate, talking on his phone, but watching us. When we were done, he hung up from his call and asked me, “What are you doing?” I related to him we have been coming to pray that this school must open, these children must be educated, and we believe it will be before the end of the year.

Found out he is the groundskeeper. He opened the gate, invited us in, and told us we could have the run of the place. The kids made a beeline for the playground apparatus. I prayed my heart out and offered much thanksgiving for His goodness to us. Once I corralled the children and we began our trek home I reminded them of the miracle we had just seen. Gate opened. We were invited in. We were given run of the place by the authority on that land.

They could not wait to get home and excitedly chattered over top of one another regaling their parents of the miracle they were a part of. That is how we build the faith of our children and rehearse the mighty acts of God with them.

Next week I begin my journey to some rest and recreation with my birth family and my biological sons and their ladies. I am looking forward to this season. I am waiting with great expectation to hear that the schools in Kenya threw open their doors with no repercussions. Laughter, learning, and loudness will echo the halls of school in a place called Kilgoris, Kenya.