I was sitting here thinking about you. Which is kind of weird because I don’t know you. But I still consider us friends. And this has been one heck of a year.
See, when I write, sometimes I envision you reading this. Whoever you are. I can almost see you sitting in your PJs, or your work clothes, or dressed in a gorilla suit.
Maybe you’re sipping your morning coffee, or hot tea, or an ice cold Ensure. Or maybe you’re stopped at a redlight, reading this on your phone, holding up miles of traffic. In which case, you’d better put your phone down because right now everyone wants to harm you.
Over the years I have written some off-the-wall things to you. I once wrote an entire column/blog/whatever-you-call-it about eyebrow hair. Another time I wrote a column where, as a joke, I quoted God. Almost everyone got the joke, but a select few didn’t. These are a select few religious people who might benefit from a little Metamucil in their diets.
But after I quoted God I got some hate mail from these people who obviously have incredible amounts of free time because they went into lengthy detail about what was going to happen to my eternal butt. One guy told me I was going to rot in hell for putting words into God’s mouth.
Normally this kind of thing doesn’t bug me too bad. But getting more than a few hate messages at once can really put you in the dumps. Which is what happened.
But the tides turned. A Catholic gentleman from Maine sent me a bottle of Knob Creek bourbon in the mail. There was a card attached.
It read: “I sure love you. Sincerely, God.”
Somebody I’ve never met guessed that I was having a bad week and took the time to send me the Catholic sacrament of choice, full-proof alcohol. The thing is, I don’t even like bourbon, but it made my whole year. The bottle sits unopened on my pantry shelf because I don’t ever want to forget that guy.
Large swatches of my life have been spent in the dumps. My childhood especially. I don’t think I had clinical depression, but after losing a parent I was probably pretty close to it. There’s no getting away from sadness when it hits you. You don’t simply shirk the blues. You have to ride it like a bucking mule.
I sincerely hope you never feel that way. Not that there’s anything I could do about it if you do. Though, believe me, if there were something I could do, I would. Even if it involved wearing a gorilla suit or force feeding you Metamucil.
Because I remember how it feels. You could say I was sad from my eleventh birthday all the way into my mid-twenties. It wasn’t crippling sadness. I still fake-smiled at the appropriate times. I was a friendly guy. But every single recollection from these decades has gray clouds in it. I cannot recall many sunny days.
I am not speaking figuratively here. I mean that I remember the actual sky as being cloudy. It’s as though my brain replaced all sunny skies with gray ones. Maybe that’s why I write about eyebrow hair. Maybe that’s why I tell jokes where God has a bit of fictional dialogue. Maybe that’s why I try too hard to be cheerful sometimes.
One time, before the pandemic, a kid recognized me in the grocery store. He was with his grandfather when he called my name. He told me he’d read some of my books. He seemed downright excited to meet me.
Then he told me some of his story. The boy’s father died from pancreatic cancer. It was sudden. His father went fast. The kid said that I sort of reminded him of his dad since his dad used to play guitar like I do, and tell corny jokes. He actually used the word “corny.”
Then without warning the kid gave me a hug. A big one. His grandfather joined the embrace. There we were, three of us holding each other right there in public.
I could see the kid’s granddaddy crying. But the old man didn’t want his grandson to see this, so he wiped his face with his sleeve and sniffed a few times. Because being strong is a full-time job.
I said to the kid, “So what else can you tell me about your father?”
The kid looked at his shoes. “Um, well, I visit him every day.”
The boy had reddish hair. The way I did when my old man died. The child had that same ruddy complexion I have. I have always had splotchy red cheeks. This is why I first grew a beard, to hide my pitiful face.
After we said goodbye, the boy walked away with his grandfather. He yelled one last time, “Bye, Mister Sean!”
Mister.
I stayed up for most of that night, reading a book while my wife slept. But I couldn’t concentrate. So I just stared at the ceiling. Because something kept going through my mind. And it was you.
You’re the person I’m thinking about as I write this. I don’t know why. And I don’t know what you’re feeling right now. So I won’t drag this out any longer, you’re probably bored stiff if you’ve read this far. I’ll just cut to the chase:
“I sure love you.”
Sincerely,
God
86 comments
Deborah L Blount - January 9, 2021 6:59 am
Love you too, Mr. Sean.
Kathleen Jun Magyar - January 9, 2021 7:02 am
Ah, Sean, don’t feel uncomfortable about making up quotes from God. A long time ago, a bunch of other people did that too; they called it the Bible. And it is far weirder than anything you are going to think up!
Bob Brenner - January 9, 2021 9:23 am
I did not see that ending coming! God loves you too Sean, I thought you should hear those words also. Thanks for being our friend!
Your Readers,
Bob
Carol Stern - January 9, 2021 9:46 am
Sean,
You wrote this was for me. My husband of almost 49 years died in May and this year with the isolation has been unbearable. Also a redhead, I join you and the boy as a special club of the blessed who have suffered great loss.
I love you.
Carol Stern
Barbara in TN - January 9, 2021 11:08 am
I had a bunch of thoughts to say here, but just decided to tell you that I look forward to your column each & every day Sean – you make my day! And I love you too!
Barbara in TN
Karen Erwin-Brown - January 9, 2021 11:19 am
nice twist. We all could use more love. Love you back.
Jerry catherine Deloney - January 9, 2021 11:36 am
I think this may just be your best ever…..God
SUSAN E JACOBI-JOHNSON - January 9, 2021 11:58 am
Lovely. –God
Ralph - January 9, 2021 12:00 pm
Either drink the Knob Creek or give it to me. God does not want his glorious gifts just sitting on a shelf!! Ralph
Catherine Lemlyn - January 9, 2021 12:03 pm
Sean, I wonder if you know how many people you lift up each and every day. Those clouds have hovered over me this year. I care for my mother who suffers from dementia. I had a stroke in August. I fainted and fell hitting my head in August and had a doozy of a concussion. The pandemic, the horrible political climate have been enough to make anyone feel like they will go stark raving mad! You brighten my day. You are loved!! Thank you.
Shelia burkett - January 9, 2021 12:05 pm
Another good one Mr Sean. I sure do love you… and Jamie,,,,be it your stories or your commercials. With love from the lady that interrupted you’d phone call on the real pay phone at Flying J in Letohatchee Al. Waiting for the next good one….
Virginia Russell - January 9, 2021 12:15 pm
I like God coming out of your mouth a lot better than coming of the mouths of many.
Brenda Phipps - January 9, 2021 12:16 pm
You certainly didn’t make that one up! God said it lots of times in the book(known as the WORD) that HE inspired.
ji - January 9, 2021 12:19 pm
Love is needed in a big way from here on out. 🙂
Annie - January 9, 2021 12:27 pm
You are a friend I look forward to hearing from every day as you send out lots of love our way….so sending back lots of love and hugs to you!!!!
Melanie Johnston Levy - January 9, 2021 12:29 pm
Thanks, Sean….I sure do love YOU!
Signed, the other Sean’s mom
joan moore - January 9, 2021 12:30 pm
And I love you too!
Mary Downey - January 9, 2021 12:34 pm
Sean, You have a knack of getting right to the heart of things and that is a gift from God. Thank you.
Mary
Liz Watkins - January 9, 2021 12:35 pm
Good Morning Sunshine🌟🌟🌟🌟
God loves you🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Linnea Johnson - January 9, 2021 12:41 pm
Thank you for this column. I needed it, even though you made me cry.
My husband died in June and sometimes mornings are hard. I remember the first kiss and hug of the day, drinking coffee together, telling each other what we dreamed, not caring how we looked.
I used to be a writer before I lost focus with the duties of caregiving, life and death. I wrote a column once about my first ‘mater sandwich that I ate way too late in life. I got more comments on that than anything else I wrote in a 20-year career as a newspaper feature writer and editor. Even more than the Fat Cat Contest.
I don’t know what that says about my career, but it proves that the little things in life matter.
Lately, I’ve started playing with words on paper again. I’ve even started dreaming about getting back into the writing business. There are a lot of reasons for this lovely blessing. I’m holding you partly responsible. It gives me hope in the new year.
Thanks Sean.
Sincerely,
Linnea Johnson
biglar48 - January 9, 2021 12:47 pm
Thank you, GOD, for reminding me that You love me. Sometimes I forget.
Molly Mitchell - January 9, 2021 12:53 pm
When I write and someone reacts, I go back and read every word of what I wrote as though they are reading it. Seriously. It makes me crazy in one way but it helps in another. A connection sort of.
Take good care of your deeply sweet soul, Sean. You’re a comforting influence out there where it’s getting colder every day. I’d send you some of my most treasured Diet Pepsi if I knew how.
Tammy S. - January 9, 2021 1:00 pm
Whew, growing up in the south, and a Baptist pastors daughter, I can tell you right now, legalism sure can kill the grace-giving, people-centered, sense-of-humor, loving God I have come to know since my childhood. Had a red-faced, from the neck up, deacon one time chew me out. I was maybe 13. We had been let out of our Acteens missions class a little early so I decided to give the girls a little tour of the men’s bathroom in the fellowship hall. I had mentioned they had funny toilet seats. Lol I knew this because sometimes I would go to church with my Dad through the week to hang out, while he studied or met with people who were going through struggles. Sometimes one of my four sisters would come along and we would play hide-and-seek in the many classrooms. But sometimes I’d go alone with my Dad and I’d hang out with one of the coolest, kind of hippie-like church members who happened to be our church custodian, Mrs. Zel. I had helped her clean the bathrooms one day and that is how I saw the funny toilets. I mentioned them in class, and my friends wanted to see them, and that is how I became a tour guide to a group of giggly girls on a Wednesday night before church let out. And I can’t help it that that deacon was so old his prostate forced him to leave his class early to use the bathroom where I happened to be giving my tour. Let’s just say I was taken before a court of Baptist inquisition and, after his insistence to my Dad, I was grounded. Did I mention that deacons granddaughter was in the tour group. Nothing was said to the other girls. Needless to say, my point is here, if you’re a deacon or any other church leader, don’t go around giving God a bad rap. If you cannot love the way your great big, people-loving God can love, then just step down. I’m also thankful for another deacon who lightened the moment for me by talking to my Dad later and setting the story straight. Thanks Mr. Ted!! Notice, I remember the loving deacons name but not the red-faced one. Be the person people will remember your name, and your love. Not a red-faced, displaced anger person.
Getting to meet y’all, Sean and Jamie, was one of the highlights of my 2020. Met up in Birmingham before the shutdown. I don’t remember your ruddy cheeks but the way you connected with a Spanish speaking couple before you sang the most beautiful song in Spanish. That I remember. And Jamie, as you greeted excited fans who just wanted to meet the lovely lady who helped heal a heart. And mostly my husband and I remember you both being down to earth and exuding lots of love. Sean and Jamie people will definitely remember your names!! And for all the right reasons. We love you both!
And God loves us all. ❤️
Charlot - January 9, 2021 1:07 pm
And here speaks yet another redhead —this one probably old enough to be your father—if I was a male! Thank you for being in my inbox when I get up in the mornings. I used to read the news and I am trying to get away from that habit. I’m working to change a lot these days and somehow you speak to me like a wise neighbor reminding me that life is what is happening in my house and in my neighborhood and in my town and I should just shake off the rest. Thank you. And I love you too!!!
Ron Mahn - January 9, 2021 1:09 pm
You likely won’t claim this as ministry from what is discern … so let me clim it as such on your behalf. You direct people to deeper and larger and truer realities and assign those to their Origin … their Author … their Creator … and then you let Him do the Work that needs be done, all in the Name of Love … that’s ministry Sean … least that’s how I understand it. This posting is a good example of that! He must especially love your willingness to consistent minister with such sharing of His Love!
Sari Buchanan - January 9, 2021 1:35 pm
This was a good one!! May God bless you with words every day. Thank you for allowing Him to use you. Have a wonderful 2021.
Steff - January 9, 2021 1:37 pm
I don’t know how you do it, but you always seem to hit just the right chord. Thank you, and God bless you.
Suzanne Hill - January 9, 2021 1:43 pm
Guess I don’t want anything to happen to u, Sean. I am attached to your daily articles in my mail each morning. These are just thoughts I have. After reading this article-to start my day off- I have tears in my eyes. Yes, guess this panemic has gotten to me. If anyone out there prays, say one of two for me today. Thank U.
Susan Ferris - January 9, 2021 1:46 pm
God bless you, Sean! He does love us all, and we all need those reminders. I love you, too. And I learned that just covering 2 or 3 ice cubes with bourbon that you then swirl around for a few short moments creates a whole different bourbon sipping experience. To Tammy S, that’s a great story. Brought back memories and made me smile. Thanks for sharing.
chatfield84 - January 9, 2021 1:50 pm
Yes indeed 🙂 <3
Timothy McMahon - January 9, 2021 1:54 pm
Awesome. Full stop.
Cynthia Russell - January 9, 2021 2:36 pm
THANK YOU!
Martha Gwen Sibert - January 9, 2021 2:37 pm
Sean, My husband died one year ago today from the effects of Parkinson’s Disease most likely brought about by exposure to Agent Orange in Vietnam.. It is a cruel disease which turned a strong, intelligent man into a man who because of a loss of sense of smell and taste, quit eating much of anything and ended up losing 70 pounds, the last 50 being way too much. He developed swallowing problems which caused him to develop aspiration pneumonia. The dementia that accompanied the Parkinson’s limited his ability to even check his own email, or do anything on his computer, and he had always been so good at it. Thank you for your column today.
Gwen
Kathy - January 9, 2021 2:39 pm
God loves joyful celebration. He loves people who show love openly. (Yes, God loves those severe people, too.) At any rate, I know God smiles because you make people smile and feel. Keep going.
Donna - January 9, 2021 2:44 pm
Thank you. Thank you. A thousand times, thank you. You give me smiles on the grayest of days…and there have been a lot of those lately. I’m the encourager in every group, but you, my friend, are my encourager more times than you know.
Bob Emery - January 9, 2021 2:48 pm
God loves us.
We have to love Him back.
Excellent heartfelt story/blog.
Mary - January 9, 2021 2:48 pm
I love you, too, aka God, Mister Sean! My dad died in 1964 when I was 15. The word depression wasn’t around then, that I can remember. I was sad all the time, my grades took a nosedive. Anyway, this column made my eyes leek some. I am so glad you were introduced to me, Mister Sean.
Nance - January 9, 2021 2:54 pm
Thank you God. I especially needed this today.
Kate - January 9, 2021 2:59 pm
Sean, my sister-in-law is a high school teacher and a week before Christmas one of her students sent her a text asking her to pray for his father who had Co-vid. She passed it on to her prayer team, and we all prayed like crazy. His father died after Christmas and we were all heart broken for her student, whom none of us knew. I have thought of you often and wish there was one of your articles that I could send my sister-in-law to share with him, if you or your readers have a suggestion, please let me know. Thank you for your insight to all the many things we all feel and experience. So glad someone sent you that bottle of bourbon. It always amazes me how judgmental and unkind some people who consider themselves “godly” can be. Please ignore them.
Jackye Thompson - January 9, 2021 2:59 pm
Thank you,Sean.Think God liked this !Have a Blessed Day .
Pat De Loncker - January 9, 2021 3:04 pm
I am in my pajamas sitting in bed reading your story. Ki grab my phone every morning to see what you have written. It gives my day a better start. And don’t worry about your story about God! I think He is pretty happy you included him!
He probably wishes more people did.
I didnt get to read though, maybe you could reprint it
Hope it was a good one and you said nice things Bout him!
Thanks for your stories and brightening our days
allisvant - January 9, 2021 3:07 pm
God sure does love us! Enough to come to earth, where time does exist, to sacrifice his perfect life & die on a cross to pay for our sins – our imperfections- so that, one day, those who believe in Him, can fly away & experience what you described in your blog a couple of days ago!
ps: please don’t attempt to diagram that last sentence w/o professional help – or have time to put a fishing pole in your hand!
Melanie - January 9, 2021 3:10 pm
I’m reading this in my PJ’s in bed with my very fat cat purring loudly and laying on my chest and bladder (no doubt on purpose ha) and that’s my queue to get the heck up and get the household going. Always start my day with you Mister Sean. You’re the best ❤️
BJ Holt - January 9, 2021 3:30 pm
One of your best, Sean. We’re living in pretty cloudy times. Love, Goddess
Suzanne Moore - January 9, 2021 3:40 pm
I surely love you too, Sean. You make a difference in my life every single day. I wish that you lived close by so that you could visit my library . I tell people about you because I want them to know your wisdom and your heart. Keep on keeping on, Sean. You are the real deal.
Bonnie Stewart - January 9, 2021 3:55 pm
You must have known that today I needed to know someone was thinking about me. I read every email from you. I am 76, a woman and live with my four dogs–so I am definitely NOT alone. I have forwarded your emails to so many people, and they all agree–you are wonderful. Thank you for being there and making me feel valuable. You are amazing.
Candice - January 9, 2021 4:01 pm
Beautiful! I love your writing. Keep up the good work. This is even more important considering what is happening in our country. We need to remember that we are more alike than not. Let’s pull together and make our country a better place.
A 73 year old teacher
Jenny Young - January 9, 2021 4:10 pm
Sean so many people love you on top of God’s love for you…the poor haters…they must be very lonely.
Did you see the video where an astronaut sneaked a gorilla suit onto the space station just so he could pull it out & scare his buddy almost to heaven? Hilarious….unless you’re the guy being chased through the space station thinking you’ve either been dumped in the twilight zone or low on oxygen.
And one last thought. I keep a quote book…I have some of your quotes in my book journal too but this is book random quotes I find that I just love. Today I saved this one.
‘Resolve to keep happy and your joy and you shall form an invincible host against difficulties.’ – Helen Keller
It seems a little trite until you think about who said it.
Jerilyn.Blom - January 9, 2021 4:11 pm
That gave me goosebumps as I read it to my husband!!
Susan - January 9, 2021 4:25 pm
I’m sure your writing touches so many lives, thank you for every word!!
Robert Chiles - January 9, 2021 4:29 pm
Just get some egg nog (if you can find it now, maybe there’s a little bit left after the holidays) and spike it with the bourbon. You’ll like it that way.
Carolyn Waldron - January 9, 2021 4:36 pm
Touching, Sean! God and I love you.
cdlaforest - January 9, 2021 4:50 pm
Love you and Love God for speaking through your fingers. First blog post since I subscribed(which was yesterday) and I feel an enormous amount of Joy at finding another Soul who thinks the way I do!
linda keenum - January 9, 2021 5:40 pm
Hey Sean, I am one of the people you don’t know, sitting here in my recliner with my laptop, writing to you. You are young enough to be one of my sons. I discovered your writing about a year ago, and have not missed a day since, and often send your blog to my friends. We have shared lots of laughs AND tears from your writings…..and BTW, we all agree that you are getting better and better at it. You have hit a chord with all us old southern ladies and we love you so much. Keep up the work, you bring lots of info and love and laughter to all of us.
Linda Moon - January 9, 2021 5:47 pm
I think about you sometimes. I think the further off you are from the wall is amusing and interesting. Next time you receive unwanted bourbon, mail it to me, and include that one the Catholic believer sent you. Don’t try to be cheerful. Just be. “I sure do love you, Sean Dietrich.” Sincerely, L.K. Luna….goddess of the Moon.
STEVE MOORE WATKINS - January 9, 2021 6:00 pm
Concur.
Scott Taylor - January 9, 2021 6:02 pm
Thanks
Patricia Alfrey - January 9, 2021 6:05 pm
Sure do love you Mister Sean!
MAM - January 9, 2021 6:31 pm
God loves all of us! Some people just don’t know it or have forgotten!
Gay - January 9, 2021 6:31 pm
and right back at ya Sean…you are a treasure!
Annie Gillespie - January 9, 2021 6:56 pm
I just love you posts!
Lori - January 9, 2021 6:58 pm
You don’t know me, but I love you Sean Dietrich.
Your writings, podcast, music…helped get me through the last year.
Mary Jo McIntosh - January 9, 2021 7:06 pm
This is by far, one of your best! …..and you do have several best’s!!!!
SL Van Dam - January 9, 2021 7:13 pm
You are the best therapist. Thanks.
Donna Johns - January 9, 2021 7:27 pm
I wish I could explain how your words help me! I love you too!
DianeM - January 9, 2021 7:35 pm
It is a great thing to know my two best friends in all the world and I read you daily…we love you in the name of our great God.
Jan - January 9, 2021 9:20 pm
I met you once at a bookstore in Birmingham not so long ago. The funny thing is, I loved you long before I actually met you. We have some similarities … I was a red head in my early years, my face and neck flush whenever I get anxious or embarrassed, I write a bit (not nearly as well as you). I greatly admire your ability to find the very best in people, all people. You are loved by many, Sean, and I am one of them!
Dianne Stone - January 9, 2021 9:29 pm
I just prayed for you Suzanne. Never feel alone.
Ernie Kelly - January 9, 2021 10:23 pm
Totally unfair. I was sitting here, having a crummy day (and wallowing in it), and you made me laugh out loud. And cry a bit. (Don’t tell my wife. I sniffed and wiped my face already.) It’s amazing what love does. Thanks. You’re a blessing.
Katherine - January 9, 2021 10:34 pm
Oh Sean, you were really speaking to me today. I am in the middle of that bucking bronco ride. I try to smile, too. But it is so hard.
My precious husband of 40 years died 4 years and 4 months ago of spinal cord cancer. We had a glorious marriage. We have 6 amazing children who are doing amazing things. My 9th grandchild is on the way. I am so blessed. I have so much to be thankful for. Why is it so damn hard to smile? Why is it so hard to live alone? Why does it still hurt so badly?
I’m sure you get way too many comments to read them all. But if by chance you see this one, just know that you can speak for God anytime you want. Because many of us are clinging to your every word. God bless, Sean.
Barbara Dibbern - January 9, 2021 11:05 pm
Thank God
meg widmer - January 9, 2021 11:19 pm
Sean, you remind me a little of myself, except I am pushing 80 and female. The way in which I think we are alike is that we think too much, too deep…we overthink. I have been accused of that my entire life and I don’t seem to be able to change it…I, at this age, have just accepted it and feel …guess what?…that the rest of the world can just accept it, too. I am not hurting anyone or making their lives difficult. We all have our individual ‘ways’ and we either accept them at some point or probably are continually worried and concerned about our mental health!! (I prefer to accept the former action.) I enjoy your site and your heart-felt comments and deep thoughts. Don’t change a thing. Just be you and be thankful that you ARE you! If you weren’t…well, you might not BE here! I look forward to your deep thoughts and whimsical ways at times. Thank you for sharing who you are. God bless you and keep you, A FAN
Harriet - January 9, 2021 11:24 pm
I remember that funny post from God you wrote! And I remember you telling us you got a bottle of Burbon from the priest! I love reading your emails every day Sean. I’m thinking about you too.
MARTHA E HERCHAK - January 10, 2021 12:34 am
Peace & love!
Sonya Tuttle - January 10, 2021 1:45 am
Ditto on all the positive letters! 😃😃😃
Joy - January 10, 2021 2:12 am
Sean,
Clearly you know God! Therefore you know great joy, peace, and criticism. Just as Jesus was persecuted so will his followers! Thank you for your sweet, loving heartfelt writing. Don’t be discouraged by the critics they are the constants of all world changing, God fearing, courageous warriors!
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.” T. Roosevelt
Be encouraged Sean! No matter what we see God has a plan! He honors truth!
keep up the work!
You make a difference
You speak Love
You speak truth
You don’t bow to critics
You choose life and not fear
you find the things that matter and write about them
not the thing this world values but the things God values!
Destiny awaits
there is more good to be done
elizabethroosje - January 10, 2021 3:00 am
awwww, I sure liked this Sean. I am so glad for the kind gentleman sending you that! The first comment I saw by Kathleen Jun Magyar made me laugh 🙂 I have read the Bible many at time and love it but it’s true, it can be a bit strange at times when you think of it. But of course it has stories of people in it and, as a friend said to me once, ‘people are weird’ … I sure would never call myself normal (of course I don’t really want to be that, whatever normal is). Anyway. I am so glad to have caught up with your blog posts now. Thanks for continuing to write, it’s a blessing and encouragement to me and to many!
Beryl - January 10, 2021 3:35 am
Anne Frank Said, “No one became poor by giving.” Mister Sean, you are one of the richest people I hope to know. May 2021’s sunshine fill you skies.
J Williams - January 10, 2021 4:09 am
You make me cry a lot but I still love you. I’ve cried a lot this past year anyway and it doesn’t look like this year will be any different for awhile now. I always feel close to you the way you write, like a letter from a cousin, or nephew, or uncle somewhere in the line. Thanks for making the world less lonely, less sad. Thank you for making the world a better place. Love you, Sean.
Tawanah Fagan Bagwell - January 10, 2021 4:39 am
Sean, you have so enriched my life. I look forward to reading you every day. We met at your performance in Gadsden, Alabama. Thank you for all you do for us!
Demi - January 10, 2021 10:15 am
Thank you. I put my 15 year old Golden to sleep on Friday and I needed this today. God Bless💔
Rod Hines - January 10, 2021 7:55 pm
I certainly enjoyed this. God loves you and your readers!!
Theresa Collins - January 10, 2021 8:46 pm
I sure love reading your daily blogs/Vlogs/emails/ whatever they are and I sure love you too!
Former Alabamian (is that a thing?) and current Georgia resident ROLL TIDE
Sandi Buntin - January 10, 2021 9:07 pm
And we sure love you!! You always seem to be with us to celebrate the joy’s and to give us a “shoulder ” during the hard times. We need you so keep writing PLEASE!!❤❤
Sally S Russell - January 11, 2021 12:09 am
And just so you know – I love you too. I don’t know how I found you, but it’s one of the best things that’s come out of this year of the pandemic. I look forward to having a chuckle and sometimes to shed a tear – but always feeling the love. Thank you
Julie - February 1, 2021 12:55 am
I’m one of your faithful readers, sipping my morning coffee in my jammies. And I often do feel that you see me, you know me, and you get me.
So I thought I’d let you know that you can write absolutely ANYthing, and we, your readers, will always embrace you with open and loving arms…that’s how much we care about you!
When I got to the surprise ending of this column, and saw that it was signed by God, instead of you, I was confused.
Hear this, Sean…we love you, you love us, and God loves us all, Amen.