My Favorite Miracles: True stories of God's power, wisdom, mercy, grace, and love

By Silver A. Fisher

"My Favorite Miracles – True stories of God's power, wisdom, mercy, grace and love…" is, as its name implies, a true story that documents the actual events of God's work in the life of Silver Fisher. This brutally-candid autobiography shows the work God did through various tangible and verifiable miracles, starting from Silver's battered beginnings as a child, up through his troubled addictions and dysfunction in adulthood. Silver testifies of the abuse he experienced in childhood, the compulsions of his young adulthood, and the trials of his extraordinary life. In each chapter Silver recounts the work God did to reveal His power, wisdom, mercy, grace, and love, in ways that enabled Silver to persevere through his constant battles while maintaining hope. Silver admits, this book was written to encourage those who suffer from circumstances of addictions, depression, fear, anxiety, and struggle with the consequences of past mistakes, whether walking as a Christian or not. If this describes you, Silver opens the window of his life to expose both humiliating and victorious circumstances, showing how God works to save sinners by His grace in real ways that satisfy the soul.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jan 31, 2020
• ISBN: 9781543998139

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Silver Is My Name

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But rise and stand upon your feet, for I have appeared to you for this purpose, to appoint you as a minister and a witness both of the things in which you have seen and of the things which I will yet reveal to you…

- Acts 26:16

My Dad owned a nightclub. Mom stayed home raising the sons, four in total, one more on the way. One night, Mom, very pregnant by this point, walked into Dad’s nightclub intending to bring her husband some food. What she found was that he wasn’t exactly there at the counter, working, serving beer as he usually was. In reality, he was busy having an adulterous affair with one of his barmaids in the back seat of the family car. Needless to say, when she found him, she was devastated. Anguish, is what she felt. It sucked the life out of her. She swore to leave him and abort the child in her womb.

The image kept coming back to her, back to what felt like her soul. She regretted the abortion. The emotions deepened and the pain of catching my father in the affair, combined with the guilt of ending what could have been a beautiful life drove my mother to the brink. Her life became too painful and she considered suicide on a daily basis. My mother decided there were only two ways out of her emotional pain: the first was to take her own life and leave her 4 boys motherless; and the second was to call out to God. She knew she couldn’t leave her boys without a mother and so she put her hope and healing in the hands of the Lord. She wept and cried out to God Almighty and yet could not forgive herself. On her knees she prayed to God, promising Him that if He would grant her another son, she would continuously pray for the baby and - just as Hanna in the Bible did - she would give the baby back to the Lord.

Hanna said:

I prayed for this child, and the LORD has granted me what I asked of Him. So now I give him to the LORD. For his whole life he will be given over to the LORD.

- 1 Samuel 1:27-28 (NIV)

My mother continued to call out to God and He answered her prayers. God began to restore her marriage with my father, removing her anguish and healing her heart.

Eventually, God gave my mother a gift. Another pregnancy. She prayed throughout the pregnancy promising to dedicate her miracle baby to God. Nine months passed and she gave birth to a healthy 7-pound baby boy. She felt happy for her gift and wanted to name her son something special. Silver, she decided, would be his name.

Hello, my name is Silver Fisher and I am that miracle baby. When I was 30 years old my mother told me this story. She had never told anyone this before. Here is a direct quote from my mom:

Silver when you were born I cried tears of joy!

Unknown to my mother at the time, the Bible uses silver (the precious metal) as a symbol of forgiveness and redemption. God forgave my mother for the abortion and filled her with love to replace the emptiness. In Godlike fashion He put my name in her heart along with the willingness to receive its message.

When my mom told me this story it reaffirmed my purpose:

To seek God with all my heart as she did despite many obstacles.

I came to realize that God has a love and purpose for all of us, one that we can only find by seeking Him. God has a great life-plan for you specifically. No one else on this planet can deliver the unique message that you were created to deliver, nor receive the unique miracles you were created to receive.

The Bible says:

‘For I know the thoughts that I think toward you,’ says the LORD, ‘Thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. And you will seek Me and find [Me], when you search for Me with all your heart.

Jeremiah 29:11-13

Have you ever wondered what your purpose in life is? We all have, I think. My job here is to tell you that you can find the answers written in the Bible. Your purpose is to seek and find God. When you seek Him and find Him, your purpose will be revealed to you. You will find your meaning through God’s unique path for your life. God will guide you to the people you need to hear from and also the people who need to hear from you. He will prepare you for these encounters and give you the words to say. Every day is an opportunity for you to hear God’s message and deliver it to someone else.

The book of Esther in the Bible is a great example of this. Esther was placed into a lofty position in the king’s palace. After years of living in royalty, Esther was called upon by God to risk her life and use her influence to speak to the king and save the Jews. She was afraid and God sent her this message:

For if you remain completely silent at this time, relief and deliverance will arise for the Jews from another place, but you and your father’s house will perish. Yet who knows whether you have come to the kingdom for [such] a time as this?

–Esther 4:14

In God’s perfect timing, Esther was prepared in the perfect place and was called upon by God to fulfill her purpose in life. She obeyed God and helped save the Jews from extinction. You can live your life surrounded by the comfort of God’s blessings, as Esther did in the palace, but your true purpose, your God-given purpose, may be well outside of that comfort zone. Whether God gives you one task or blesses you with many, your purpose is necessary. Whatever your calling, you were most certainly born for God’s purpose. God knows every cell in your body. You are as unique as the plans that God has for you. Seek God and you will not only find your life purpose but you will find God.

Being Punished

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But you [are] a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light...

- 1 Peter 2:9

It was Saturday morning. We were on the front lawn, my brothers and I, wearing army fatigues and green barrettes, balanced on our behinds, with feet off the ground, heads suspended, pounding our stomachs like ape chests. We were crying. My Dad with dark red hair and a build like a boxer stood over us hollering like a drill sergeant. Bone, Four-eyes, Jackass, I don’t remember all of them, but these were our names. Watching one of my brothers get kicked, getting dragged off to the bathroom where he’d be beaten, all for putting his feet down - that was worse than getting punished myself. We were not allowed to be children. We were soldiers, punished for our weakness.

At the age of four one of my weaknesses was fear of the dark. My father found this particularly unacceptable. To rid me of this fear, my father would lock me inside a small closet for hours at a time. In this closet, I would pray. God and I became very close in those early days as He guided me out of the darkness and into His spiritual light.

Every morning my father woke us up at 4:00 AM. Hollering, slapping, hitting, cursing and name calling; these were our alarms. My four older brothers and I would line up in the bathroom for our daily freezing-cold shower. One-by-one (I was always first), he’d grab us by the neck and throw us into the icy water, the others shaking and standing at attention. He’d grab the current brother, pull him out of the shower and shove the next one into the water. We would all shiver, we would all cry, but no one would leave until everyone was done.

In my mind I compare this morning ritual to POW’s being beaten and water-boarded. There’d be more hollering, my dad would run us out of the bathroom, we’d be standing at attention within minutes: military surplus army boots (too small), green berets with airborne patches (sewn by our mother), and backpacks filled with weights. We’d do two hours in the park before school: pushups, sit-ups, rope climbing, bar-dips, sprints, fighting tactics. My father would kick us, curse at us, pit brother against brother. By the time we finished, we were drenched and breathing hard. Next we’d sit in the car, windows up, heater on high, for 20 minutes to sweat it out as he called it. No water. Another long cold shower awaited us before we could eat and go to school.

Our father would regularly shave our heads white. We’d walk into the classroom in what seemed like unison, everyone in the classroom would point and laugh at us (this was the 60’s, long hair was in). At recess, at lunch, they’d continue laughing. We were careful not to shower or expose our bodies at school, for fear of anyone seeing our black and purple striped welts across our backs and butts, from the belt. If anyone from the school called the cops, we’d just be in for more punishment of being hung upside down naked, whipped with a leather belt, a cord, and a fist.

I wanted to be tough for my father, to show him that he could be proud of me. I didn’t want to cry because he despised weakness and showing him my tears only caused more punishment. I’d always hold it in for as long as I could, taking the beatings without crying. Be tough. Come on, you can do it. Be tough I would say to myself, eventually giving in to the torture and crying out in horror. I’d beg him to stop as he hit me with the belt repeatedly. Get on the table and write 500 pages, He’d say, out of breath. I will keep my closet clean from now on because I know it is the right thing to do.

My father said later that he wanted to make sure we were tougher than the other kids, to make sure we banded together. Possibly with the right psychology he would have accomplished his goal, but what he did instead was create a destructive childhood that tore our family apart. He was on a mission to make us perfect and we were simply not, we were just five boys trying to survive our childhood.

One night, I was having a particularly bad night at home, my beatings were no longer just from my father, but now included beatings from my four older brothers as they became angrier by the year. I went out to the park by my house one night to pray and be alone with God. This night the sky was overcast and full of clouds. I couldn’t see any stars, only the dark cloudy sky. I remember kneeling in the wet soaking grass. I remember looking hard and praying:

Lord I need to see You tonight. I need to see the stars. Please God. I need to see that You are with Me.

As I knelt there at the center of the park surrounded by darkness, I heard God’s still small voice speak to my heart.

God said, Silver, do you see the stars?

I said, No Lord, I do not see the stars. I only see clouds.

He replied, Do you believe that they are there?

I responded, Yes Lord, I believe that the stars are there.

Then the Lord said to me, So am I, and even though you cannot see Me and sometimes you do not feel Me, I am always there; loving you and embracing you Silver.

I felt goosebumps all over me. I was certain it was God speaking.

The Bible says in Romans 8:28:

And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. – NASB

What an amazing promise that God makes in this scripture! During our tough times, He will bring forth blessings, perhaps here on earth; but most certainly in Heaven. I want you to take special note of the word ALL in this scripture.

The Bible does not say that God causes some things to work together for good. It doesn’t say that God causes most things to work together for good. God causes ALL things to work together for good and the only prerequisites are that we love God and are called according to His purpose. This means that every event in our life, the seemingly good and the bad, will collectively produce good.

There are great examples in the Bible which demonstrate that God causes all things to work together for good: the testimonies of Joseph, Job, and Daniel, just to name a few. These were men who loved God and were called according to