Diann Venita Bobbitt James
This is an inspirational writing based on the author’s personal experiences. The writing and content will appeal to young and middle-aged adults. It is a “divine” blending of pop music nostalgia with religious concepts formulating a guide for living in the twenty-first century. The introduction will peak the interest of the curious, and the first chapter will firmly grasp readers, as they experience along with the writer surviving a level four (4) tornado without earthly protection. The subsequent chapters are very moving and thought provoking. The reader will surprisingly be guided by song lyrics of the pop music group, the Beatles. The writer has brilliantly paralleled biblical concepts with the words of Beatles tunes to be used as a road map to living well, and to Christ. Readers will find this writing to be a unique religious approach to contemporary issues of everyday living and spiritual growth. This is an inspirational writing for our time.
Diann Venita Bobbitt James, is a writer extraordinaire for our time. Because of the many challenges to family values, spirituality, and morality, Diann writes to get the attention of today’s reader through the pop culture, and to show that love is the answer to everything we hold dear.
This inspirational writer strongly believes that everyone needs an anchor in life to keep them focused and secured in their daily living. She hopes that this book will assist readers in finding that anchor, making the right decisions in life, and developing a true commitment to love through Jesus Christ.
A native of Norfolk, Virginia, Diann currently resides in Southern Maryland with her husband, Gregory. They are the parents of four children.
As I approached the crossroads of the local Interstate and a local state route in Maryland that went through the township of College Park, I said out loud, “Lord which way should I go?” Accidents are a common occurrence during rush hour in the Washington, D.C., metropolitan area, and especially, whenever it rains. Anyway, I could have sworn that the Lord told me to take Route 212, so, straight ahead I proceeded on Route 212 in my Grand Cherokee Jeep.
As I drove along, I noticed high in the sky a very ominous looking black cloud moving in pretty fast and filling the sky so menacingly. It got my attention because it wasn’t the normal dark gray storm cloud. It was kind of billowy like smoke. But, before I could think much about the cloud’s dark color, the wind started blowing up furiously, and the trees were bowing down to the ground under the force of the tremendous wind pressure. I even had difficulty steering straight.
Driving slower now, I continued to forge ahead still pondering the strange, foul weather, when directly in front of me I saw the leaves and branches of a giant Sycamore tree suddenly open up like a flower and blow away leaving only the skeletal remains of the tree trunk behind. The sight was riveting. That giant tree was made to look like one of those little blow weeds that grow in summer. (I’m talking about the white fuzzy things that dandelions turn into, that pepper grassy fields, and kids pluck up and blow?)
At that very moment, I could see that the black cloud that I was looking at from afar now went from the sky all the way down to the ground. It was a huge tornado. I gasped for air. My heart started to race rapidly. This awesome and massive cloud came barreling down on me like a locomotive. But, how could this be? There was no warning on the news or weather!
