Why I’m Basically Fergie.

Katie Kleinjung Thailand 1 Comment

If you don’t know this song already, do yourself a big favor and search for Fergie (ft. Luda, obvi) “Glamorous”. I don’t know you, and particularly how you feel about another word for one’s behind that starts with ‘a’, so you decide if this is a good life choice for you (it probably is). Or just click here if all …

Real Messy Missions, Take 2

Stephen Kleinjung Let it be hard, Letters, Real Messy Missions, Thailand, Unsanitary Leave a Comment

Last year at this time, it was my full intention to participate in 31 Days blogging challenge. My favorite S.Rolli even made me this neat little button. But then life happened. Hospital stays (2), a pushed leave date and the hard reality that Stephen may need another surgery became my present reality and, well, blogging didn’t seem as important as …

Giving In.

Katie Kleinjung Thailand 4 Comments

I am so thankful for things that seem to transcend time zones and culture. Things that I know are the same no matter where I am or who I’m with or what language I’m (kind of) speaking. Like mothering. What were once mundane tasks and chores I had to grit through with Shepherd, the things that would leave me counting …

Past Language

Katie Kleinjung Life, Missions, Our Family, Thailand Leave a Comment

  We’ve been in Thailand for a little over two months now. And in the last two months, we’ve picked up…very little Thai. Sure, there are phrases we know when we hear  them and we’ve gotten used to how Thai sounds (which is huge as it’s a tonal language). But we still can’t order food in Thai and Heaven help …

“Something’s HAPPENING!”

Katie Kleinjung Life, Missions, Our Family, Real Messy Missions, Thailand 2 Comments

Frick. Oh no. No. No. We just got here…there’s no way. No way. It’s two weeks early.Drink some water, don’t panic, they’ll stop. You’re dehydrated from the sun. This isn’t real. Just take a nap and drink some water and you’ll be fine. Sorry, Valor, but those are the true and unromantic things your mother thought when the first contractions hit. …