Love the Lord your God, listen to His voice and hold fast to Him, for the Lord is your life! Deut. 30:20

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Visiting the Philbrook Museum of Art in Tulsa

Josh planned for us to go to the Philbrook Museum of Art in Tulsa on Friday morning.  What an incredible place this was!
Evidently, it used to be a private residence.  Here's what I found online:

Vila Philbrook was a child of the Twenties.  World War I was over.  Women could vote.  It was a time of flappers, rumble seats, prohibition, bootleggers and five-cent Cokes.  More than that, in Tulsa the Twenties smelled of oil and resounded with money.

In 1926 Edward Buehler Delk (1885-1956), a Kansas City architect, was hired to design an Italian Renaissance villa on 25 arcres by oilman Waite Phillips.  Delk skillfully interpreted Renaissance styles in the most fashionable manner of the day and was hired in a burst of commissions with three major projects at once:  Villa Philbrook, Villa Philmonte and Philtower office building.  This impressive home was completed in 1927.  Friends say that the Phillipses built the villa as a place where their two children could entertain friends.  When they moved in, daughter Helen was sixteen, son Elliot was ten.

In 1938 Waite Phillips surprised Tulsans with the announcement of his gift of the 72-room mansion and surrounding 23 acres of grounds as an art center for the city of Tulsa. The vision first made possible by Waite and Genevieve Phillips is now one of America's finest art museums. The integrity of the original residence remains intact while later additions to the facility and gardens complete this classic Tulsa attraction.
Serving over 160,000 visitors annually, Philbrook has become a poignant testimony to Tulsa's past while building a shining example of this city's bright future. Through the generosity of Trustees, Donors, and the George Kaiser Family Foundation, Philbrook opened a new satellite facility in Tulsa's Brady Arts District on June 14, 2013 featuring the Museum's growing collection of Modern and contemporary art as well as highlights from the comprehensive Native American collection, which includes the Eugene B. Adkins Collection and Study Center.
What began as an unprecedented gift to the community of Tulsa by the Phillips family continues today through the generosity of Philbrook Members and  donors.
 - The Philbrook Story

Eli enjoyed going round and round "Elf" style.

A painting of the young king Joash, who became king at age 7.  That evening, we read the story to the children.  2 Kings 11-12

 My favorite paintings are those that tell stories. 
   An Angry Sea by Thomas Moran.  1887.   You can spot the person who fell overboard.

 The Slave Hunt, also by Thomas Moran  1864
We talked through the story with the kids.  I told Eli I wanted to envision a happy ending with the slaves getting away from the dogs and the hunters.

How hard life was.  Is. 

I am so glad to have the Lord to go to!

      "I call on You, O God, for You will answer me;
       give ear to me and hear my prayer.
      Show the wonder of Your great love,
          You who save by Your right hand
            those who take refuge in You from their foes.
       Keep me as the apple of Your eye;
         hide me in the shadow of Your wings."
                                Psalm 17:6-8

One day He will make all things new!  No more evil.  Hate.  He will restore and renew!  I recently read "All Things New" by Eldredge and it brought me such joy and anticipation!

The Overland Express by Oscar Berninghaus, c.1930
This would have been a terrifying experience!

The Little Shepherdess by William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1889

The outdoor grounds were gorgeous!


 It was quite an experience driving around the area where this museum was also.  The homes there were jaw-dropping!   Mindy, you would have enjoyed this so much! (My youngest daughter and I used to drive in some pretty spectacular neighborhoods just for fun.)

We ended the morning with a stop at the Cheesecake Factory!

 The portions were HUGE!  Al and I shared one plate...

...and we ALL shared one cheesecake!

Monday, March 19, 2018

Trip to Tulsa; Hurts Donuts

We decided to go see our Arkansas kids this past weekend.  They happened to be going to a Toby Mac concert Thursday night so we met up with them in Tulsa.
 The pear trees were in full bloom there!

 View from our hotel room.

We had pizza delivered to the room and then they were off to the concert.  Al and I did not go to the concert.  We'll let the younger generation go to that. 

We stayed back in the hotel and watched March Madness games.

The next morning, we decided to go to a famous donut shop.  The kids, of course, had to go up and down the escalator a few times first!

Maple bacon donut!  Not for me, thanks, but I know some people who would LOVE that!

I got myself a lemon filled donut.  Staci did too.  The guys got mint chocolate and Reece's chocolate donuts.  Emeri had a chocolate long john.

Melt in your mouth goodness! 

Energy for the day to go visit a museum and the aquarium!

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Looking back

I've kept a journal since the 4th grade when I received one as a Christmas present at my dormitory.  (We used to call them diaries.  Wonder why we've changed that term?)   I can still remember opening the gift!  

Recently, I've been reading some of my old diaries.  What memories it has conjured up!  This morning I was reading about my grandparents; Grandma and Grandpa Voran.

My Dad and his sisters and cousins.

 This is how I remember them.
 This was my entry from November 1976:

Dad called Sunday morning - Grandma Voran had passed away.  He said she'd eaten a good breakfast and the nurse stepped out for a few minutes to get her medication and she died.  (She was in the hospital due to a heart attack I think).  No pain.  (The family had been told she should be home for Thanksgiving.  And she did go Home!)

(Allen and I went home for the funeral after Grandma passed away.  We lived in Lawrence where Al was going to pharmacy school at KU) 

No one was at the house.  Dad came over and said everyone was at Grandpa's so we went over after unpacking.  (My grandparents lived cattywampus from our house)  Danny there!  He has a round bearded face and speaks with an accent. (my brother had been overseas)

Kathy (my cousin) said Grandpa, on Sunday night,  read everyone the Scriptures and some of Grandma's favorite poetry.  That evening Aunt Milly and Uncle John heard him praying, quoting Scriptures and reading the Word until 1:30!  On Monday he took a walk and when Aunt Milly asked him where he'd gone, he said "I just had to tell the Lord some things."  He's really composed.  He and Grandma really grew close to each other and to the Lord.  They would study Scripture together.  When Grandpa saw Grandma in her casket, he thought she was beautiful.  He's been telling everyone that and also telling stories about him and Grandma....He just wanted to watch and watch.  She had on the pink long dress she made for our wedding.

They had the reading of the flowers and then we went to a Sunday School room.  Kathy and I sat by Grandpa and he told us stories of him and Grandma.  When all the family came, we all shared things about Grandma - her loving kindness, her gentle ways, her cinnamon rolls and her borscht.  (Here is Grandma's recipe that my mom gave me.  This soup is pink!  I think it is delicious!)

Grandma's Borscht

1 can beets (either diced or shoe string variety)
1 cup raw diced potatoes
1 small onion, diced
ham pieces
small quantity string beans or navy beans - grandma says she doesn't include if not on hand
1/2 tsp salt and pinch of pepper

Cook ingredients until potatoes are soft.  Remove from heat and add:
1 tsp vinegar
1/4 c - 1/3 c cream.  You can use half and half or condensed milk (small can)

Then we all went in church at 10:00.  The whole theme was a praise theme.  The Quiet Place Singers sang.  Their peach dresses matched the roses on the casket.
(Allen's mother was a pianist for this group)

Everyone was so touched by the service.  Grandma's cousin's son gave the sermon - centering on Psalm 100.  Dad gave the obituary and only cried 3 or 4 times.  We all walked to the graveside.  It was such a beautiful day!

Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.
     Worship the Lord with gladness;
    come before Him with joyful songs.
 Know that the Lord is God.
    It is He who made us, and we are His;
    we are His people, the sheep of His pasture.
 Enter His gates with thanksgiving
    and His courts with praise;
    give thanks to Him and praise His name.
 For the Lord is good and His love endures forever;
      His faithfulness continues through all generations.
                                                   Psalm 100

Thought my cousins and my children would enjoy seeing this post too.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Japan connections

My parents went to Japan as missionaries many years ago.  I was "made in Japan".  I have a heart for the land and its' peoples.  

Here is a story with some twists and turns.  Such connections!  When I attended boarding school at CAJ (Christian Academy in Japan) in Tokyo, one room-mate I had for a semester was Mary Lou.  She was easy to get along with. 

One year Mary Lou's family was on furlough to the States.  Their family went to a church in Iowa to tell the people there about Japan.  

In that church listening to this talk was a young girl named Luann.  Luann decided that she would pray for Mary Lou's family and also for the people who lived by them in that little town.

And in that village lived my friend Chiyoko!  

Her house was only 10 minutes walk from Mary Lou's house and the church only 3 minutes away!  So, indirectly, Luann was praying for Chiyoko!  Chiyoko took English classes from Mary Lou's parents.  And she would one day come to the States as an exchange student.  Here in America she became a believer in Christ!  An answer to Luann's prayers!  She is now married and attending the church we attended when we lived in Wichita!  We met through Japan Christian fellowship.

Several years ago, we invited several people with Japan connections to our home for dinner.

My parents were still both living then.  With Aunt Belva.  3 missionaries to Japan.

 Here they are in their early years.  Aunt Belva is on the right holding baby Patty.  My mom is next to her holding my brother, baby Doug.

At this meal, I met someone new.  Sarah.

I found out that Sarah was wanting to go to Japan as a missionary.  I also heard about Luann.  So I began to pray for them.

On Sunday evening, I went with Japanese friends to a commissioning service for my friend, Mayuko, who will be going to Japan as a missionary.  She came to the States to college and became a Christian here.  Now, she is going back to Japan to serve there!

And there I met Sarah again!  And guess what?  My prayers have been answered because she is going to Japan as a missionary!  And I found out that Luann and her family are also there!  God is at work!

Mayuko and Sarah have just gotten to know eachother and being about the same age, hope to continue a friendship in Japan!

The pastor of this church just happened to have served in Japan also and knows some of my friends who are still there! 

 This is a small world!

Would you pray for Japan too?  For an explosion of His Spirit to penetrate and infiltrate and bring hope to this country?  Most of the missionaries in Japan are over 50.  Pray for a new generation to take the Gospel, the Good News, to the Land of the Rising Sun!  May it become the Land of the Rising Son!