Avoda Mission work in Thailand
A Heartfelt Journey: Peter and Nelly’s Mission to Feed the Hungry
| The Struggle of the Forgotten
the truck slowly made its way
through the rough terrain, Peter couldn’t help but think of the lives they were
about to touch. The refugees they were about to meet lived in dire conditions,
with makeshift shelters that were little more than roofs made of tree leaves,
and families huddled together in the hope that they would survive another day.
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| Food Aid Reach Out in Refugee Hiding Zones |
“These people
are hiding from a life they’ve never chosen, and the hardship they face is
unimaginable,” Peter murmured, his voice heavy
with sorrow.
Nelly nodded, her hand resting on her husband's. “I know,” she said softly. “The suffering here is like nothing we could ever fully understand. Yet, the faith these people have... it’s so powerful. They hold on to hope in the most unimaginable circumstances.
“These people are hiding from a life they’ve never chosen, and the hardship they face is unimaginable”
When they arrived at one of the refugee camps,
Peter and Nelly were immediately struck by the sight before them. Parents and
children, refugees of the civil war in Myanmar, lived in the
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| Smiles of Hope with Food Aid |
It was the smiles on the faces of the children.
| A Moment of Gratitude
The truck
stopped, and the volunteers began to unload the food boxes. Peter and Nelly
were assigned to a family who lived in a small hut made of palm leaves. As they
handed the mother of the family the emergency food box, the woman’s eyes filled
with tears. She clasped the box to her chest and, in a voice choked with
emotion, she thanked God.
“Thank
you, Lord Jesus,” she whispered softly. At first,
Peter and Nelly didn’t understand the words. It was only when one of the
translators stepped forward that they learned what she had said.
“Thank you, Lord Jesus,” the translator repeated, smiling warmly as she looked at Peter and
Nelly.
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| Refugees Receiving Food Aid |
Peter and Nelly exchanged a glance, their hearts swelling with emotion. The mother’s words echoed in their minds long after they had left the camp. “Thank you, Lord Jesus,”
“It’s so
humbling,” Nelly said softly. “They’re living in such
hardship, yet they’re so grateful. We have so much back home in the USA, and
yet sometimes we complain. These families… they’ve lost everything, and yet
they still thank God.”
Peter couldn’t
contain his emotions. “I’ve seen a lot in my life,” he said, his voice
cracking. “But this... seeing the children’s faces light up when they saw
the food—it was like we were handing them the world.”
The children had gathered around, their faces beaming as they peeked into the food boxes.
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| Food Aid Bringing Smiles to Refugees |
There were rice meals, dehydrated vegetables,
and vitamins—basic necessities for survival, yet to these children, it was more
than just food. It was a glimpse of hope, a sign that someone cared, a reminder
that they weren’t forgotten.
Peter and Nelly couldn’t help but feel a deep
sense of gratitude themselves. Despite the poverty, despite the pain, the
refugees had found a way to thank God for the smallest of blessings. And in
doing so,
they had shown Peter and Nelly the true meaning of faith.
Yet, here in the heart of Thailand, they were witnessing something far more profound- a faith in God that transcended their suffering.
| A Deeply Emotional Awakening
As Peter and
Nelly continued to distribute the food boxes, they were struck by the
overwhelming contrast between the life they had in the United States and the
life these refugees were enduring. Back home, they had the comforts of a warm
house, a steady income, and more than enough food to feed their family. Yet,
here in the heart of Thailand, they were witnessing something far more profound—a
faith in God that transcended their suffering.
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| Children Pray to Thank God for Food Aid |
Peter reflected on the words of the mother who had thanked God. It wasn’t just the food she was thankful for; it was the love, the care, and the hope that came with it. It was a reminder that, no matter how dire the circumstances, God was always present. He had not abandoned these people.
As they
finished the day’s distribution, Nelly spoke up. “Peter, I think we need to
do more. This project... it feels so right. Helping these Christian families
isn’t just about giving food. It’s about showing them that they’re not alone.
It’s about making sure they know they’re loved.”
Peter nodded,
deeply moved by his wife’s words. “I agree. I never imagined something as
simple as a food box could bring so much hope. But it’s more than just
food—it’s about building a community, a community of love and faith.”
That evening, as they sat together under the stars, Peter and Nelly made a decision. They would sign up for membership with the Avoda Foundation. They would commit to helping these families, not just through one-time donations, but through ongoing support. Their hearts were moved, and they knew that by joining the mission, they could be part of something greater—something that would change lives for the better.
Helping these families isn’t just about giving food. It’s about showing them that they’re not alone.
| The Power of Faith and Food Aid
The journey
Peter and Nelly experienced in Maesot was not just about providing food. It was
about offering a lifeline to those who had lost everything. The food was a
means of survival, but it was also a tangible reminder that God’s love never
fails.
Peter and Nelly learned firsthand that the refugees in Thailand were not just victims of circumstance; they were survivors. They had lost their homes, their families, and their sense of security. But in the midst of their suffering, they had found something more important—faith.
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| Distributing Food Aid to Refugees |
This experience changed Peter and Nelly in ways they could not have predicted. They returned home to the USA with a renewed sense of purpose. They had seen with their own eyes the impact of Avoda’s Emergency Nutrition program, and they knew that they had to do more. Their hearts had been touched by the refugees' resilience, their gratitude, and their unwavering faith.
As Christians, we are called to serve those in need. Jesus Himself said, “For I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in” (Matthew 25:35, NKJV). These words reminded Peter and Nelly of their mission—not just to give food, but to offer hope, love, and a sense of belonging to those who had been forgotten by the world…but we cannot do it alone
| Your Call to Action: Join the Mission
Peter and
Nelly’s story is just one example of how food aid can transform lives. Every
day, refugees just like the ones in Maesot are struggling to survive. They are
hungry, they are displaced, and they are in need of not just food but love and
care. The work of Avoda Foundation is critical in providing for these needs,
but we cannot do it alone.
We invite you
to join Peter and Nelly in their mission to bring hope to those who need it
most. By signing up for membership
with Avoda Foundation, you can become part of this
incredible journey to feed the hungry, heal the broken, and spread the love of
Christ. Your contribution will help provide meals for those who are starving,
offer hope to the hopeless, and help build a community of faith that transcends
borders.
Will you answer the call?
For just USD 10 per month, you can help
provide a nutritious meal for a refugee. You can bring a smile to a child’s
face, offer comfort to a mother, and help rebuild lives. Together, we can make
a difference.
Click here to join Peter and Nelly in this life-changing mission. Let’s feed the hungry, restore the broken, and spread God’s love, one meal at a time.
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| Food Aid: A Source of Happiness for Children |
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Wishing you God’s blessings,
Best regards,
Wannisa








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