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Repeat after me : I don’t chase, I attract by @skye.jr

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4 years ago

Bits and bobs 🤍

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@magdalenoxford

Self Care 💕

The Lake District 🩵

The sweetest thing there ever was 💜

Sydney

@sydneykings by @skye.jr

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So far, so good. 🫶🏻🩵

@whitsundaysqld
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@enlighten_canberra
@basketball_act
@resetstrengthandrecovery
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@cronullarsl taken in Australia by @skye.jr

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7 months ago

The year that I went blonde and the year that screams this quote: “life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards”. by @skye.jr

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10 months ago

And they say I only jump to conclusions.

Also… what Steve Irwin said. by @skye.jr

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a year ago

Currently accepting hugs and electric blankets #MelbournesWinter taken in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia by @skye.jr

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a year ago

The kind of faith worth striving for in a world full of fear, control and confusion:

I don’t want to be a Christian who forgets how to feel – who hides behind answers, quotes verses like shields, and silences sorrow with a song.

I don’t want a faith of romanticised abstraction, where resurrection is polished and the cross is theory. Give me something real- flesh and blood, grief and grace.

I want to weep with eyes wide open. Tears that speak truth. Tears that rise from the ground of compassion, from the jagged knowledge that the world is not as it was meant to be.

I have seen it – the wounded souls, the haunted eyes, the bruises beneath the surface. I have felt the weight of injustice that crushes and isolates, while the world looks away.

These are not tears of despair – but of resistance, of aching love, of holding the pain when no one else will.

I want a hope that isn’t saccharine. Not hopium. Not denial in disguise. But a defiant, dirt-under-the-fingernails kind of hope – the kind that walks through the valley, sits in the ashes, and still whispers, “Even here… God.”

I want a gospel that holds the wound. A Christ who draws close, a Spirit who groans, a God who gathers every tear in a bottle, holds every sorrow like a fragile flame, and knows what it is to break.

I want to believe – not cheaply, not loudly – but with trembling trust, that one day, every tear will be wiped away. Not erased, but remembered, redeemed, and transfigured.

Until then, let me be the kind who weeps. Who walks in holy realism. Who holds vigil in the shadow of the cross and waits, with aching hope, for the dawn.

Rev’d Jon Swales by @skye.jr

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2 years ago

A moment for hair and makeup 🫧 by @skye.jr

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2 years ago

A trip and a friendship for the ages ♥️
#Croatia #Montenegro taken in Dubrovnik, Croatia by @skye.jr

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2 years ago

A year of returning and redeeming 🎢 🌾 taken in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia by @skye.jr

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You’re a ten…in everytheng 🩷 I love you. #DoubleDigits #Niece taken in Feekah Cafe by @skye.jr

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Nationalism…with a side of Paris [filter] 🙃 taken in Canberra by @skye.jr

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