Katrina Larson Writer

My friend Allisyn met me for coffee six years ago and surprised me with a gift of a mug with a typewriter etched on the side. She was working as an editor, and I was working as a barista who blogged on her days off. She told me confidently, “I think you should write a book!” And that cold December day, over a spicy Mexican mocha, a dream within me was reopened. A dream my mom never got to see. Yet, I like to imagine she’s bragging to whatever angel or saint she’s surrounded by.
I’m so glad I listened to my friend that day. The Holy Spirit spoke through her to remind me of a dream he’d given me as a kid to write a book. Sometimes all we need is some encouragement to pursue our dreams again, especially after the death of a loved one.
What dreams do you have for the next year?