Pot Holes in Pathways

DISCLAIMER:  The author humbly apologizes for the following blog and the stream of mixed metaphors, seemingly unrelated, to which the reader will be subjected.  

I’m on deadline! 

Now, don’t get me wrong.  I like a good deadline.  It’s a boundary.  Helps me to keep a calendar schedule down to earth, and can be useful for planning and goal setting.  Writers work with deadlines all the time.  I am currently functioning this month with four deadlines for four different projects (hence the leaning towards mixed metaphors in the aforementioned disclaimer). 

Currently, I should be working on one of my projects to make my deadline which looms only hours away.  As you can see – I’m blogging instead.  Perhaps clearing the creative decks so I can be more fruitful in my pursuit of the deadline’s finishline.  Taking some valuable time to breathe, ere my deadlines become deadly – system overload on the horizon. 


“There is always light at the end of the tunnel . . . “
“It’s always darkest before the dawn . . .” 

Photo by Connie Stowman

Time is a wearying taskmaster.  With each tick and tock of my regulator clock hanging over the mantle of my fireplace in the dining room, I am painfully aware of the encroaching darkness of deadline that crowds out the light of inspiration and ability to accomplish the tasks set before me.  I question the road I am traveling and the direction I follow.  My husband vilifies the evil of multi-tasking.  I daydream about leisure moments and guilty pleasures, tea socials, boardwalk strolls, and adirondak chairs on front porches. 

None of this helps me in my moment of great need.

Did I say, “moment”?  How about the past few weeks.  It’s not like I haven’t known of my deadlines.  But, for the cracks and potholes in the road, I should have made the journey adequately.  And, I’m not saying that I haven’t been as conscientious as possible in my time management.  I’ve strived to function as alert and responsible as humanly possible – within a neat and tidy scripted box, of course.  So, what is one to do when best laid plans are attacked by the fiendish “unexpected plot twists”?

Am I in the process of failing as I look ahead to the myriad of things on my plate over the next six weeks – let alone over the next 48 hours?  New decisions to make – some painful, fearful, perhaps risky.  Choices crowding my in-box beckoning for attention in the subject line – often confusing.  In my impotent finite wisdom – if wisdom can truly be wisdom in a finite condition – I am tempted to run headlong into fear and anxiety.   Perhaps, even spiral into shut-down mode.  Sort of like a computer freeze – worse – a computer crash.

The answer – and I am happy to inform you that there IS an answer – to my dilemna is the “power in the pause” to defray the “vulnerablity of incapability”.


Potholes in pathways happen.  They draw our attention downward.  We nurse our twisted ankle turned as we tripped, and bemoan the irritation of what appears to be unkempt roadways.  Somebody else’s fault.  Someone else’s failure getting in our way.  Forcing our list of things to do and when to do them into a rescheduling nightmare.   Script re-writes and re-adjustments – perhaps even appointment cancellations as sacrifices must be made to accommodate the new scene interjected by unexpected potholes along the way.

In my pause, I look up.  Blue skies, shining on me!  Shining even on the cracks and potholes in the road! Wouldn’t be able to see that if I focused only on the rough road I’m traveling. 

Photo by Connie Stowman.

Remember the impotence of my finite wisdom mentioned above?  Contrast that with the INFINITE WISDOM of the Master Scriptwriter – you know – that Blue Sky Fellow who always knows which cracks or potholes are coming up in each scene . . . in each act . . . deadlines notwithstanding. 

And, this is my peace.  The Director of the Show saw every production pothole before it was even a crack in the concrete.  He purposes me forward with the stage direction:  cross down center.  He controls the technical details and keeps me in the spotlight so I can find my way – across the stage, through the scene, down the road, and, on the calendar.  Do I have the faith in HIS Direction to take my place in the midst of the potholes – confident in HIS ability to turn DEADLINES into LIFELINES?

So, here I pause at a rest stop.  Breathe in . . . breathe out.   A little contemplative poem I wrote some twenty years ago squeezes through all the words to write and production details jostling for my undivided attention.   Funny, how when I happened upon the poem the other day, tripping over it in all my busy, I thought that someday – down the road – I might want to share it.

Presently, I should be writing a play for second and third grade students eagerly awaiting their scripts first thing Monday morning.  Instead, I take a moment to set aside all the re-writing, re-scheduling, and re-adjusting I’ve had to do this week placing me in this deadline bind, and remember a Lifeline Lesson I learned many years ago.  Isn’t God good to always give us opportunities to exercise those lessons learned?

Breathing is good.  Especially when we take the time to allow God to breathe in us His intelligence, inspiration, wisdom, and direction for our next step in script blocking on the stage upon which He has placed us.  After all, so long as we’re in His show, success is assured. 

And, potholes – or, as in my poem, cracks in concrete – are nothing to panic about.  Not when there are Blue Skies shining above ground, and Light piercing the darkness.  He makes the crooked way straight and the rough paths smooth – He’s got all the script changes in hand and under control.  Through the cracks in the path, and the pothole traps, God’s ultimate plan for me and my list of things to do today is that, no matter the threat of Deadlines, I cling to His Lifeline, moving forward, and in so doing, I will cross the Finishline . . . changed.  Standing ovations to follow.


The sidewalk.
Hardened cement.
A mixture of sand and pebbles
Often rough to the touch.
Lifeless and void,
Winding a path
According to the whims
Of the men who place it there.

In the midst of this emptiness –
A crack.
Through the crack –
A flower.
Nurtured by a drop of water
And a ray of sunshine

The very sun which made hard the cement
Made the seed that fell –

Supple and green.
Rooted and stable.
Every petal a masterpiece.
Every leaf a song.
Pointing straight and tall
Towards the heavens,
Towards the sun.
Not looking to the left,
Not looking to the right.
It’s eyes fixed
On the fire in the sky
That feeds it.

Flowing life
Abundant and full
Focusing only on the source
Of its beauty and purpose.

In the midst of a hard
Aimless cement void
A crack.
A window.
An open door
Through which life and blessing flow,
By the grace of the sun,
And the creative perfection
Of a sovereign God.

When I am in the midst of the enemy’s void
Guard my steps from the harshness
And my life from despair.
Open my eyes to see the cracks
That my heart may hope,
My thirst be quenched,
My limbs caressed in warmth,
And light.

Focusing only on You –
The Source
Of my beauty in spirit
And purpose in life.

About Miss Kathy

"I teach families how to restore their God-given authority as the primary educator in their child’s life through the experience of reading together as a family. Learn how to use literature to create teachable moments, build strong minds, and bind loving hearts."

Kathryn Ross, writer, speaker, and dramatist, ignites a love of literature and learning to equip young and old towards developing a Family Literacy Lifestyle—reading together, learning together, loving together. Her works challenge families to deepen their literacy skills and grow into the greater things God has purposed for them. She’s taught in Christian and homeschool circles, trained in the Principle Approach® through the Foundation for American Christian Education. Miss Kathy owns Pageant Wagon Publishing, producing homeschool enrichment materials, devotional works, study guides, and theatrical dramas for church, school, and community production. She podcasts at TheWritersReverie.com and blogs at PageantWagonPublishing.com.


  1. Love, love this Kath…..I’m breathing, and with every breath, all that which has clouded my thoughts in the last couple weeks is fading. Realizing that nothing is ever a surprise to God holds such peace. I appreciate all that you are!

  2. Nice post. And I love your playlist. Thank you.

  3. Lots of potholes lately! I like that analogy! I like your poem, it reminds me that I must look to Him and everything will be okay. No matter what, everything will turn out alright, according to God’s plan and all I have to do is trust Him,because with God nothing is impossible. Your blog is a great devotional guide for us!

  4. Praise God for potholes and cracks! Praise God for you! And, “thank you” for the much needed breath!

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