Estella M. McGhee Siehoff
YOU DON’T HAVE TO LOOK IT UP.
IT IS ALL WRITTEN OUT.
The first chapter is about MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH. A Wh*re in Pearls, I did not know.
Having done all, and pray that utterance may be given. Poems about the end-time and the tribulation period.
The book continues with the scripture of the two distinct events – the Rapture of the Church and the return in glory of the Lord Jesus Christ. These two events separated in time by Jacob’s trouble.
The battles of Gog and Magog.
Jacob’s trouble and the final warning of Moses to his people that spoke of our day and space exploration Deuteronomy 30.
The blessing at the end of the book of Revelation as given to the Apostle John from the angel, which the Lord had sent to him.
"Surely, I come Quickly"
Estella M. McGhee-Siehoff
Estella M. McGhee-Siehoff has been writing Christian end-time prophetic material from the Bible for the last thirty years.
These three books, a trilogy, is an offering to this generation that it may rejoice in the blessed hope of the Church, and have possession of the knowledge to understand its day and time in prophetic history.
She sincerely hopes that these three books will fulfill the purpose for which God has had them written and now offered to the Church and the public. The titles of the books are:
YOU ASKED FOR IT, IT’S HERE
YOU DON’T HAVE TO LOOK IT UP,
IT IS ALL WRITTEN OUT (AND IT IS)
LET THE BIBLE SPEAK FOR ITSELF.
IT NEEDS NO HELP. IT IS ALL THERE.
I leave you praying, and I love you, thank you.
Estella M. McGhee-Siehoff
Monroeton
Bradford County
Pennsylvania
I grew up there.
The full moon would follow me home. I would cross the road and it would follow me, cross back and it would follow me, run on home and it stayed in the sky over the house watching over me.
The front part of the house was usually chilly in the winter time even with radiators and a hot water furnace, but the kitchen with its seven doors was warm and inviting. The breakfast nook had four small windows that overlooked the grape arbor where our woodland birds and the migratory birds could come and feast on the concoction of seeds, suet, and raisins that had been made for them and hung in the grape arbor. The bird chart on the wall of the North American birds helped to identify the feathered visitors.
My room was up the back stairs, and had two dormer windows, a slanting ceiling, and a tin roof. Early on, there was a gas light. From the windows could be seen the North Star, the Big Dipper, and the Little Dipper. In its season, Orion's belt rose over Barkley Mountain. This could be seen from the front bedrooms.
Each spring, the robins were the first migratory birds to come home to the backyard, sometimes even before the last snowfall. Then the wrens would come and announce their arrival with their summer-long song. They were so happy, their long flight was ended, and that their little bird house was still there, and their nesting season was about to begin.
Every year, mysteriously, thousands of small yellow finches would fly in and stay for days resting and feeding in the big old elm tree. Suddenly, just as mysteriously, they would all fly away to their God-given nesting place, known only to God and the way to it from Him.
Our sparrows nested on the front porch. The robins and wrens nested in the backyard.
Home: There was always sunshine, pretty flowers, the singing of the birds, butterflies, bumble bees, turtles, flying squirrels, bullfrogs, deer, and wild, little brown bunny rabbits.
Estella M. McGhee-Siehoff
August 2000
