Last weekend I had a grown-up girl’s sleepover at my house.  It was pure enjoyment. But, whenever I come off a high of peopley fun, my introverted self craves margin. I’ve shared before my love hate with my high need for margin in my life.  And, I’ve learned that my home can be a trigger for how I feel.  So one of the ways I trick myself into breathing that big sigh of “rest” is by creating some white space literally (on the calendar and in my daily to do list) and also another literally–in our home.

So as much as I loved the pink and the garland and the balloons and the fun, quieting the room helps me quiet myself and reminds me to find true Rest.

Is there a literal place in your home that needs quieting or white space?