Do you think the “happy” part of the hour is the alcohol or the time with friends?

I’ve always felt such a boost after being around truly wonderful people. Kind, considerate souls, who ask and who listen and who make me feel seen and heard.

Aren’t those kinds of people so special? Treasures in suit coats. Diamonds in dresses.

My favorite kind of happy hour is the one spent with genuinely good people, the ones who make it easy for the Holy Spirit to sooth our bruised egos and comfort our cluttered minds.

And the best part? No alcohol required.