...the mice will play.

After a visit to the bank, I discovered my account had numerous items returned, which resulted in a staggering amount of fees. Thankfully, the account was not in the negative, but it had little in it considering we would soon be entering a slow time of the year. I won’t go into detail, but the shortage would end-up being in the thousands not hundreds. I was now forced to really spend some ample time at my shop in an attempt to salvage what was left. I discovered, in most cases, deposits would lay in the office instead of being deposited, which was the main cause for the returns. Also, many bills had not been paid; in addition, there was a large amount of missing product from the inventory. Yes, my little mice thoroughly enjoyed their in the absence of the cat. I went into panic mode trying to catch-up on everything at the shop, but I knew deep down it was too late. I did not have anyone to depend on, and my credit over the months of trying to catch-up and maintain was overextended. My marriage seemed to be in the same shape as my shop, falling apart. He had spent over a year watching me change into someone he did not even recognize. We were fighting a lot. I could not tell him how badly the shop was doing because I felt so much blame for what had happened. I had let him down. Keeping all this from him was almost unbearable and caused great tension between us. I began to pray for the first time since my mother’s death. I prayed for God to send me a miracle. I asked him to give me some sign as to what to do.