I took a walk along the beautiful Toronto waterfront over this past weekend. The sun was brightly shining. The sky was heavenly blue. The air was freshly crisp. And, the water was sparkling clean.
I slowed down my pace, took a stop and turned to my left side, in the distance, I saw a tiny canoe paddled across the horizon. I was captivated by this picturesque moment as each and every upward and downward movement of the paddle in action.
In life, we don’t always know who is watching us. We may feel like paddling alone in our own endeavor, unbeknownst to us that someone is, in the distance, admiring and giving us silent encouragement and blessing.