The Whispers:It seems a lifetime ago that I had daydreams about putting a book of poems together. The Lord would speak to me at all hours of the day and night. His whispers would continue until I put His words to paper, all kinds of paper. I had poems and thoughts on lined and unlined paper, notepads, inside covers of magazines, and sticky notes; you name it, and there was something written on it. There were times He would be silent and then times that I could not keep up. I knew that this was a gifting that the Lord had given me as a ministry, because I began to write for particular people and situations which actually did minister to them. I could never have done this on my own, so I really paid attention to His whispers.The ROAR:When I had a vision during a prayer meeting, that vision turned into the poem,