tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19007994203598705312024-03-08T06:16:05.467-08:00Help For Hurting EmotionsDrinking the Whole Glass of God's LoveKris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-51456096573214334172011-06-29T20:12:00.000-07:002011-06-29T20:25:23.730-07:00Moving the Whole GlassDrinking the Whole Glass has moved to a more user-friendly site. I will miss my beautiful flower template, but my new blog is adorned with a photo of my favorite place in the world. Come visit me there at http://www.krislindsey.com/Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-78718151656997646782011-05-31T22:45:00.000-07:002011-05-31T23:17:19.414-07:00Friendship HealsA new UCLA study suggests women cope with stress differently than men. Apparently the previous research, which cited a "fight or flight" response to stress, used men for nearly 90% of their study participants. New information on brain function indicates a woman's hormones actually block the fight or flight response, and instead encourage her to tend children and gather with other women when Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-77365287426865080332011-05-28T15:45:00.000-07:002011-05-28T16:43:00.212-07:00Editing Life"Kris, my mother loved me after all." My friend's face beamed. She went on to explain that her mother had criticized her all her life. At the writer's conference we were attending, she realized her mother was an editor, not pointing out faults out of disdain, but trying to make corrections for her benefit. Good news for my friend, but it made me think about my own perfectionism, and its influenceKris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-63328265697017619692011-04-29T08:47:00.001-07:002011-04-29T08:47:24.602-07:00MetamorphosisInstead of checking myself for negative thoughts, today I decided to proactively increase my positive ones. With spring bursting out all over, I marveled at every delicate blossom and lime green leaf. Who is this Creator who transforms grey to bright, death to life? The same One who turns my dull moods into hope-filled joy by His presence. Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-81676484274479823152011-04-12T10:40:00.001-07:002011-04-12T10:40:26.611-07:00When the Sun Comes OutI awoke this morning thinking about the Japanese nuclear accident. This news hit a deep nerve. Fear of just such an event was drilled into everyone in my generation. The invisible force would torture, deform, kill and remain for thousands of years. Now they're saying it may not be so bad. I hope so. Those poor people. After about a minute, I recognized this as negative thinking. No way could I doKris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-46843569047917890142011-04-06T12:02:00.001-07:002011-04-06T12:02:13.854-07:00My View of MeToday I caught myself thinking negatively again. What a bad housekeeper I am−my baseboards are so dirty. To solve my self-image problem, I decided to clean them. Afterwards, I did feel better about myself. I realized I'm not a bad housekeeper, just an old one. My back and knees can't do that job anymore. Next time I'll use my acquired wisdom and hire a teen. Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-52575801713306144092011-04-01T11:52:00.001-07:002011-04-01T11:55:09.169-07:00From Dark to LightA dark cloud loomed over my bed this morning as I awoke thinking about a friend's health problem. Nothing I could do about it. Then I realized I had started my day with negative thoughts. I know what to do. Go to God. "Dear Jesus, please help my friend. Touch her today with your healing hand. Let her know you're there, and how much you love her. Guide her in Your plan."My heart felt lighter Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-42579663829737979212011-03-29T10:56:00.001-07:002011-03-29T10:56:33.486-07:00What Do You Think?I recently heard the average person has over 600,000 thoughts a day, and the vast majority of these−over 75%--are negative. Do you think this is true? It got me thinking about my own self-talk. Do I do this? If so, in what ways? I decided to take a week and evaluate my thought life. If the majority of my thoughts are negative, then replacing them with positive ones should improve my attitude and Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-8131738234886687642011-03-10T11:37:00.001-08:002011-03-10T11:37:28.290-08:00How Should I Feel?Three people who are dear to me are in the middle of painful crises. In each situation, God is working miracles, and it looks like they will all be better off in the end than before. Should I be sad for the pain they are enduring, or happy because God is bringing them through?I tend toward empathy. This morning I woke up feeling emotionally off. Of course I did. These tragic events shook me up. IKris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-27705109847027026042011-02-24T15:32:00.001-08:002011-02-24T16:57:56.983-08:00The Perfect Plan All I wanted was for Mother to get the best care possible after her accident. Diagnosis and treatment−that seemed easy enough. In the emergency room, the barrage of complex tests and speed of specialist visits impressed me. Things were progressing quickly until Mom got admitted to a hospital room.Once there, communication bogged down. The doctor gave a wrong order, the Physical Therapy Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-36680306762110159942011-01-31T10:48:00.001-08:002011-02-02T09:18:41.225-08:00Victory in Defeat The midnight call two weeks ago knocked the wind out of me. My 82 year old mother had fallen, so my sister and I rushed to the hospital. I floated through the next five days in a nightmare of miscommunications and mistakes by hospital staff, while we sat watching Mother suffer. Taking on the role of advocate, I questioned, prodded and nagged in an attempt to get better, quicker service. But alasKris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-51889432233007944812010-12-15T12:34:00.001-08:002011-02-24T17:00:24.982-08:00A Merrier Christmas Gazing at the sparkling array of lights and ornaments on the Christmas tree is one of my favorite things to do, but putting up the tree is not. My beloved Christmas CDs and a steamy cup of hot chocolate usually sweeten the chore, but not this year. As I painstakingly labored to place each ornament in just the right place, I became aware that I felt so grumpy it hurt. How sad is that−having such Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-59196003229685960532010-12-08T20:57:00.000-08:002011-03-10T11:49:14.081-08:00Appreciation DrawingAgain, thanks to everyone who encourages me by posting on my blog. It helps to know others can relate to my feelings and experiences. Last week I put all follower's and commenter's names in a basket and Wendy's name was drawn to receive the thank you gift. I greatly appreciate her support and affirming words, as I do all of yours.Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-34247581490571835772010-11-19T11:52:00.001-08:002011-02-24T17:00:56.305-08:00My Marvelous Fiji Vacation As we passed through security at the LA airport on our way to Fiji, Bob's glasses fell out of the bin and were mangled between the rollers. I managed to find and retrieve the lenses from under the conveyer belt, but when I held the plastic discs up to the twisted strips of metal that had been the frames, none of the shapes remotely matched. I wanted to show Bob all the spectacular things my Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-83647104436855680252010-10-07T20:33:00.000-07:002011-03-10T11:49:53.527-08:00Too Early for Christmas?Is it ever too early for gifts? The support and encouragement I have received from so many of you who have read my blog has been a wonderful gift to me. Now I want to give a present to you. On November 30th, as an early Christmas present, I will draw the name of a Follower or commenter on my blog, and send her the book Breaking the Worry Habit...Forever by Elizabeth George.I will put a name in Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-26224034015263092762010-10-06T13:02:00.001-07:002010-11-19T11:56:31.379-08:00Why Worry? Ever heard of speed-worrying? Bob coined the phrase to describe one of my best-refined skills. I tend to jump in and stew over a problem the minute it surfaces. What if this happens? Or that? What is the worst that could happen…yikes! Bob says if worrying were a sport, I'd be in the Hall of Fame.But there are so many things to worry about. I've worried about the future, the present and the past.Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-40297649505750569422010-09-30T21:40:00.001-07:002011-06-04T15:48:23.940-07:00Commenting and FollowingSome friends told me they had difficulties posting comments, or signing up as a Follower on my blog. I appreciate all your support and encouragement, and want this site to be a place where you can find relief, not additional frustration. Here are some instructions to streamline the process as much as possible.For the easiest way to post a comment , click comment(s), then select anonymous from theKris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-33862130815347744302010-08-31T13:44:00.001-07:002010-09-08T10:40:57.304-07:00Hot or Cold Do you remember the childhood game of "hot or cold"? As one person walks toward the unknown chosen object, the caller cheers her on, yelling, "You're getting hot." When she moves away from the object, the caller warns, "You're getting cold."God has been playing this same game with me. When I'm at church, I notice I feel better. The worship music helps me drop my week's load and connect with God.Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-22624600749505794012010-08-11T11:43:00.000-07:002010-08-11T11:59:31.642-07:00Music TherapyUntil recently, I didn't fully appreciate the medicinal effects of Christian music. From my Social Work background I knew music was an accepted therapy for depression, but over the years I'd dismissed it as fun and recreation. When I realized its powerful influence on my emotions, I bumped it to the top of my list of home remedies.Now when I'm depressed I crank up the worship music. At first its Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-37009774287896832542010-07-02T17:12:00.000-07:002010-07-04T00:06:28.414-07:00Stop, Drop and ReleaseStress kills. Literally. Taken to the extreme it can cause a heart attack. More often it kills my joy.Stress greatly diminishes my quality of life. My muscles tense, my stomach knots, my back hurts and my whole body aches. I get grumpy and snap at those I care about. My focus zooms in on the problem, magnifying it until it comsumes my whole life. I summon all my abilities and energy to push Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-60505559788301837182010-06-17T14:30:00.000-07:002010-06-18T20:00:12.209-07:00The Unexpected BlessingA few days ago I woke up with the dreaded symptoms of depression. This insideous intruder confronted me at first light with an overwhelming repulsion to face real life, and an equally appealing siren's call to return to the land of dreams. Indulge, said my dimly lit room, so I escaped back to pleasant wanderings.Inevitably, I awoke again to a brightly lit room, and the same uncomfortable, Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-68275734487226005632010-06-04T14:28:00.000-07:002010-06-07T23:51:03.944-07:00How this Blog BeganSeveral years ago, the storm of life that did me in also knocked me to my knees. I made it through only because Jesus carried me. Afterward, exhausted and weak, God led me on a journey of emotional healing. When I was on my feet again, God showed me the steps He used to heal me. Now I'm writing a book detailing that process.Even though my big crisis is long gone, and I feel much better, my Kris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1900799420359870531.post-7786451459194808202010-05-19T14:19:00.000-07:002010-06-04T14:55:37.062-07:00Drinking the Whole GlassSome see the glass as half empty, some half full. But I ask, am I drinking the whole glass, or just taking a few sips?God offered me a full glass of loving care and provision, but for or a variety of reasons I rarely drank it. I was too busy with my own agenda. I wanted to do my own thing, my way. Yes, I asked God to bless my plans, and lead me safely on my chosen path. But did my way lead to theKris Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10524947909113343270noreply@blogger.com6