God Knows We’re Only Human

by Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical Healer

God knows we’re only human. He knows we mess up. That’s the truth of it. We were never made to be perfect. Not like Him. And He doesn’t expect us to be. But He does expect us to be honest about it.

You make mistakes. So do I. We all do. Sometimes we don’t even know we’re doing wrong. Doesn’t matter. You still go to Him. You still say, “I’m sorry.” Even if you think you did nothing wrong. You say it anyway, because humility matters. And God forgives. That’s the mercy of it. The beauty. He keeps giving chances when you think the chances should have run out.

I’ve seen people get mercy when I thought they deserved hell. But I’m not God. I’m just a soldier in this war. An Earth Angel. A healer. Yes, for real. And I’m going to tell you straight, because the preachers won’t.

You don’t get to walk through this life hurting people and think there won’t be a price. That’s not how the world works. That’s not how the spirit works. You stalk, you bully, you break others down—and you will be broken down in return. There’s only so much grace before justice walks in.

People think they’re untouchable—until the karma hits. Then they come running. I’ve seen it. They say, “I didn’t believe you. What do I do now?”

I tell them the same thing every time: repent. Mean it. Change. It’s not complicated. Just stop being cruel. God will forgive you, but you have to mean it. You have to stop.

You want to test the lion? Fine. Keep poking. But don’t be surprised when the lion wakes up and tears through your life like a storm. You were warned.

Do unto others as you would have them do to you. That’s not soft talk. That’s a warning label on life. You break people, life breaks back. You show mercy, you get mercy.

Don’t come to me crying when the storm hits if you danced in the fire with dry kindling. I don’t play games. I don’t bluff.

And I’m not alone.

The angels watch. And they don’t forget.