I start by saying," what you do not believe in or have faith in can never work for you." As a young child who had real difficulties while growing up in a Christian home, I never had the understanding of how powerful the Name that is above every other name was, "The Mighty Name of Jesus." All I knew was that there was a name I could call when difficulty arises, there was a name that worked for my Dad when other names failed, there was a name that could chase away demons, there was a name strong enough to truncate all the plans or idea(s) of the devil, there was a name that ends all evil and there was a name that makes something change when it is called or called upon! My Sunday school teacher will always say," Sam, anytime you are in trouble, call that name and everything that seems unresolvable will be resolved. Sincerely, everything was not rosy for me while growing up, but I was a determined young girl who always had someone to run to when the need arises. My day was still a usual one just like every other child growing up. I wake up, join the regular morning devotion every morning which was mandated and coordinated by my father, then go to school, relate with my friends, learn something new from my teachers, and after the whole activity is over, I head back home where my mother will be waiting for me and my day closes with the night prayer that was said by my Dad. One thing I kept to myself for a long time was the fact that I had constant nightmares. I refused telling my Mum or Dad because I felt it would be a thing of the past someday. I realized after some years; the dreams intensified. I was no longer comfortable and was extremely restless. I had constant attacks during the night while sleeping that most times, I prefer staying awake to avoid unnecessary nightmares. I usually witness someone trying to hurt me which was a real pain to me. It was like some demons were always trying to get hold of me. Every night, I had constant struggles that when I wake up in the morning, I woke up weak and tired.