This story really starts on the fourth of July, because that was the day that my friend dropped me off at the airport and I left the life I had spent the past few years building. Friends, mentors, small children I adored-I left them all behind. After two and half years of working as a missionary in Mexico, I was headed home for good, all because I felt God tugging at my heart and telling me it was time to go.
Even with the prompting of the Holy Spirit, it felt a little like failure. I felt like a missionary that just couldn’t Continue reading “Nicaragua Dec2015 Trip Report by Alisha Joy Tomsen”


