I'm standing before a bowl of artichokes. I have no idea what to do with them.
Forget it! This is too much work.
I remember that an artichoke, as a kind of thistle, repels everything in nature. No one comes near a thistle; it's too dangerous and painful.
But there's a great, soft heart in there, and I will find it.
I will continue to draw near to what seems so unapproachable in myself and others. Every time I try, God shows me an authentic self, a great heart, and a beautiful soul.
I will also let my thistle-self be found.
Do you have stories of unapproachable people that became dear friends? Were you an unapproachable person that someone chose to love?