I've Lost My Way

This title is derived from a time in my life when I lived in a church called A Christian House with a man named Daniel Marter in 1998. For a year there, he taught me the word of God every night in the basement of his home and conformed me. I worked at the CVS/Pharmacy in Boston, Massachusettes on the weekdays and after work, we would have dinner and a devotional that sometimes lasted into the twilight of the night. I paid all of my paycheck for an offering and tithe and lived for God. We practiced footwashing and fasting and prayer. In addition, I was baptized in the name of Jesus Christ and was filled with the holy ghost. I was there only a year and then went back to live with my mother. Ever since that experience, I have not been the same and have strived for that spiritual condition of perfection and morality. I really have lost my way.