Our lives can do the same thing. We get put under tremendous pressure. Sometimes it's good - like that 70 degree day, and sometimes, we are faced with a bitter cold wind, blistering our faces and making us wonder if we will ever make it home. It can be pressure at work, at home, from family, from our health. It can be a new baby or a new marriage, an old problem or an aging parent. It stresses us out, pushes us and pulls us in different directions. We groan under the weight of it all. We wonder how we'll manage, how we'll hold it all together. And sometimes we don't: just like the potholes in the road, we collapse.
That's okay. What's even better is to ask for help. What's even better than that is to pray. Not that God will be some sort of road crew who will smooth out your road for you, but to help you pick yourself up and drive on. You might be a little dented, but you'll also be wiser, knowing what to watch for next time.
Our lives are full of potholes. We have to pray our way around them, through them and over them. We won't avoid all the damage, but we will have the strength to keep going on the journey - even if it means a few more potholes.
Therefore, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and constraints, for the sake of Christ; for when I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Cor. 12:10