After finishing my first shift as a night baker at a local cafe, I was not expecting a magical evening to unfold... I looked up to the night sky and was reminded that the stars are my witness. They patiently wait for us to look up, and when we do, our tunnel vision (created by our busy lives) dissolves and suddenly we can see, hear, and feel a divine presence we often forget. The Stars are my Witness by Shailie Dubois Arrange the freshly baked muffins. Check. Sweep away the microcosm s o f hard work . Check. Wipe away the evidence of toil. Lock the doors. Close the gate. Check. Check. Check. Breath of fresh air {Pause} T he chirping F rogs and C rickets replace my thoughts I turn on the flashy lights on my new bike and stroll the streets I t is dark and I am ashamed to say that the stars surprised me "Yes! We have been here the whole time!" Awe melts into a sm
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