One generation saw the flood, another the fire, and now our generation is facing the same judgment as the generations of Noah and Lot for the same type of sins as their sins were fire, hail, earthquakes, darkness, and death. In this short period of time, one shall see the rise of BABYLON, THE GREAT, the destruction of the Antichrist and False Prophet, the binding of Satan in hell 1000 years after the battle of Armageddon, the nests in outer space fetched back, and the judgment of the living as the Lord Jesus Christs sits on the throne of His Glory in Jerusalem judging.

Multiply and replenish the earth, for the new time of peace on the earth has come, the curse bing lifted, too.

The thrust and pride of the the book You Asked For It, It’s Here By Estella M. McGhee-Siehoff is the written knowledge of end-time prophecy. The material for this book has all been written since the June War in 1967 in Israel when the old city of Jerusalem was recaptured, this event triggering the end of the times of the Gentiles and ushering in, in our time, other end-time events culminating when the Mount of Olives cleaves and rises to meet the feet of the Lord Jesus Christ as He returns in glory to the earth as KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS to reign on the earth in peace from Jerusalem for 1000 years.

Estella has lived in the same house in Orlando, Florida for fifty years, and she is Edward's widow of twenty-two years. She has been writing Christian material for thirty years. She, and her programs, have appeared on radio and television and her writings and poems have been published in leaflet form, in books, on tapes, and in songs, and now, You Asked For It, It’s Here is being published on the internet by 1^st Books Library™.

Estella M. McGhee-Siehoff

My Home Town from 1918 to 1935

I have been gone sixty-five years

I would love to hear the katydid sing again, and to hear again the songs of the whippoorwill and the red eyed vireo in the dead of the night.

I would love to watch the lightning bugs flash, and hear again the crickets announcing fall was on its way.

I would love to sit again on that big rock in the middle of the creek, on a hot sunny summer day, and to know that that whirlpool was still there only a few feet away.

I would love to stand again at the top of the glen and and look down at the ever-changing dancing shadows on the trees and the clear dark quietly-flowing mountain stream below.

I would love to climb to the top of the grand daddy’s hill again, and to call out my name, "Estella, I love you", and wait for the soft answering echo, "love you" returning to me from the hills on the other side of that narrow valley.

I would love to pet Lassie’s head again, and pull the burdocks from her tail.

I would love to listen once again, to the one and only telephone pole that chattered, and to walk by the barn and the well with its iron pump, and then to walk slowly on down to the pond to bring back to the house, from there, a small sweet bouquet of little tiny blue forget-me-nots.