I pause for a few moments on this concrete bridge on a gravel road in northern Oklahoma. It is well past sunset, close to the moment when dusk closes into darkness…  and miles from the nearest paved road. 

A half-moon rises high above the hardwoods lining the banks of this small river. It stretches east and west in this particular section, following for a bit the rising and the setting of the sun.

The blue of the evening sky, and a tiny image of the moon reflect in the still waters. Looking down directly below the bridge, I see a few flecks of leaves floating on the surface of the stream. 

As far as I can see along the trail of the river, not a single ripple interrupts the mirrored surface of the water. As far as I can see in either direction looking north and south on this gravel road, there is no hint of rising dust, or low rumble of a farm vehicle, or any other sound or indication of travel. It is just me, the moon, and the calmness.

I am more accustomed to these still moments in the early hours, before the stirring of daily business. It is good now to reflect upon this good day, my safe travels, my good visits with friends, and visits to come, Lord willing. The quietness speaks to me in the calmness of evening air, the nearly black reflections of cottonwoods and other broadleaf trees. I feel its peace in the smooth colors of reflected sky, and feel a deeper peace within my heart and spirit.

Whether at the end of day’s travels or their beginning, it is good to give thanks, and pause for a moment to let the presence of he who has made us and loves us fill our hearts and minds. And guide our travels.