Looking Down From Heaven

Looking to heaven. A light shines down. Down, down comes an angel. Down to my knees I go. Weeping unto the Lord. Suddenly, there is a pure white light shining all around me. A faint whisper in my ear. Yes? It is the Lord. Telling me to help others. How? With the special gift I have given you. What is my special gift? There is no reply. Then, I go into a daydream like state. The anwser is coming. I wait and listen. But it comes not through words, but through a vision.