We figured out a way to get more "sun" on our Desert Biodome.

And after two days under the desk lamp, we've seen significant growth.

Everything in me wants to pour some water on these tiny plants to help them along, but if I do that, they are likely to die. The instructions say these desert plants only need to be watered every six months!

Norah has been reading how Sunshine Makes the Seasons, so to demonstrate how the earth's tilted axis causes changes in the amounts of sunshine on different parts of the globe, we used an orange, a pencil and a flashlight and we turned all the lights off and did this experiment one night before bed.

This is another great book that Norah has been reading as the season changes, Sunshine Makes the Seasons.

They really love each other. They are several years apart and according to "experts," they shouldn't play so well together. But, that's another beauty of homeschooling, I am finding. Siblings learn to cherish each other over and above friends. They actually are friends.

My family sent Norah this belated birthday gift, a tic tac toe board made out of Legos and ten Lego figures, pirates and soldiers, to go with the Pirates set Norah got for Lego club. Thanks, family!

I opened my eyes in the middle of a dream and like a flash, I saw a man almost crippled by the evil he contained. He hated me with intense hatred. He looked me square in the eyes and pointed a crocked, accusing finger at my chest. I felt his finger pierce my soul and wound it. I heard his accusations and then his invitations. The invitations followed right away, as if they were just an echo of his accusations, or as if his accusations were really just invitations,

“You hide from God! Hide. You hold something back! Hold back.”

Is it true?! Have I held something back? I almost believed him. Holding my soul like a crumpled piece of canvas, I felt naked then and I looked around, almost in panic. I was about to seek a place of retreat, but the Holy Spirit reassured me. He made me stand up tall and caused me to say, almost in unison with Him, “No."

Then I spoke up on my own. My words were half to myself, half to one who was accusing me, "No. In fact, my heart is laid bare before my king. He is holy, but he has also made me holy, so I can lay my heart open before Him.”

And, as I said this, I had a vision of myself stepping forward very carefully, bowing down on one knee and unrolling my soul on the ground in front of me like a painter unrolls the case that holds all his most precious and most useful brushes. And, in an effort to show that it was an offering, I turned my palms up over the case of brushes there on the ground and waited just like that as my accuser looked on.

God approached me, as if He was expecting me, and I could tell that He was happy to see me. But, as He got closer, I could also tell that He was noticeably angry, seething, in fact and his anger was directed at my accuser in the corner. As God came even closer, I bowed my head and closed my eyes, but as I did so, I noticed with some regret that my hands were stained with brush marks, paint, ink. I hadn't noticed this when I offered them out to Him before. And, before that, I must have been too busy painting to fret over my appearance.

My king noticed the stains right away. He looked me over, but He wasn't displeased. He gently touched the underside my hands and almost lifting them, he seemed to admire the marks. I thought this was strange. It was as if the marks were the artwork He was looking for. And then he smiled over me. And, as the enemy skulked away from us, I rested there at my Lord's feet. I kept my eyes closed, to protect them from the intense light and heat, but I turned my face up to the Lord and smiled at Him as my soul was restored. It felt like He was stretching me, like I was a new canvas being pulled tight over a new frame.

And, all at once, I knew how lovely it is to be able to lay one's heart open before the most holy God, to be freed from sin, to be able to be oneself in His presence, to be holy, in fact, as He is holy.

And, before the dream was over, I bowed my head again and started to open my eyes within the dream. That's when I noticed with great delight that my hands had been made perfectly clean. I woke up an instant later.

A day later, I was reading the Bible and I came across these Scriptures. And, to me, they were an explanation, almost a perfect narration of what happened in my dream.

"...For look, the wicked bend their bows; they set their arrows against the strings to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart... What can the righteous do?" The LORD is in his holy temple; the LORD is on his heavenly throne. He observes the sons of men; his eyes examine them. The LORD examines the righteous, but the wicked and those who love violence his soul hates..." -Psalm 11