MTC Address

Sister Tatiana Renee Brenchley
MTC Mailbox # 283
SPA-MAL 1214
2005 N 900 E
Provo, UT 84604-1793

MTC Letter October 15, 2011

Hey guys! I miss you!! I'm here at the MTC, we got a short "P" day since we didnt get a chance to email on Thursday (which will be my usual P day after this) The food is awesome, well, it's not bad for mass production. They have exersise classes every morning for the sisters like yoga, kick boxing, pilates which is so nice!! Even though they're at 6am every morning. I am SO SORE!! And on top of that we have 45 mins of gym time. Sadly on our schedule it always falls after a meal!!! Yuck =( We also cant play soccer or basketball with the boys. Which is ok, but that means we're stuck with running on the track, weights, or volleyball (outside or inside) we went outside yesterday because it was so nice outside!!! The mountains are gorgeous, and our field is right next to the Provo temple so that's really nice too. We get to go to the temple on our P day and walk around the temple for an hr on Sunday. Thank goodness or I would feel trapped here. In just the few days that I've been here, it was a breath of fresh air being outside the MTC grounds. It's not that bad, but I'm sure in 3 weeks I'll be praying my Visa comes in so I can leave for civilization... And I thought Rexburg was a bubble!! It's not too bad. I can deal with it. I sent you guys a letter yesterday so hopefully you'll be getting it soon. We taught our first "investigator" yesterday. IN SPANISH!! He wasnt actually an investigator. He was a volunteer. Luckily my companion speaks a little spanish so she helped me out a lot. We're all learning all the gospel words since in school they typically dont teach you those kind of religious vocabulary words in school. What else... I only get 30 mins to email on P day so my emails may be a little short. I can write all day though. I also get letters/packages every day which is nice. Well, they deliver them every day lol. So if you want me to read something before Thursday, send it via snail mail. I have 9 other people in my district, 4 of the Elders are going to Long Beach California, Spanish speaking. And two are going to Colorado Springs (Morgan's mission!), also Spanish speaking. The other three are all sisters, who are awesome, and we are all going to Espania!! Sister Jorgenson is from Missouri, Sister Collett and my companion Sister Meldrum are both from Utah. They are all my room mates and are so so awesome!!! Yes I saw Mitch and he got me my scriptures. I rarely see him though. All of our schedules are different, there are HUNDREDS of elders and sisters here!!! Wednesday they had over 350 report! most from Utah of course =) so mom I probably wont find your friends daughter or Brother Price's nephew cause there are literally hundreds of missionaries in in the cafeteria and everything. I'll let you know if I happen to run into them though. I havent even been able to find Randall, he might be in my building because we're all Spanish speaking. We're right across from the gym, maybe you could find out where he's at and when his classes are, because like I said earlier, it's all different! The Spirit is so strong though!! I'm catching onto the Spanish sort of quickly I guess. Im working on praying and giving my testimony. Maybe I'll write it next time =) Well I miss you guys!! It's really weird not having a cell phone! haha, sometimes I still think I hear it. If you have any questions let me know!! I'll only get to write and email on P days just so you know. We dont really have time to anything else because we're either studying, learning, studying... or studying. It's so great though =)

Love you!!!

Hermana Tatiana Brenchley

Tatiana's Farewell Talk #2

Tatiana’s Farewell talk #2 Singles Ward

One of the great blessings that I have already noticed about serving a mission is the amount of opportunities I have to share with others about my church. Something that surprises a lot of people is how long I’ll be serving a mission. Since I have grown up in the church and learned about serving a mission for two years, or eighteen months so the length of time I’ll be gone is pretty normal, but others cannot even imagine spending three whole hours at church let alone giving up two years of their very valuable time. One of the things I’ve thought about lately was a very well known teaching of the Savior, that it is through us that others are blessed. We are Gods hand. Each of us should be serving mini missions in a way. Although we may not have a set schedule to do certain things, we should be reading our scriptures and conversing with the Lord on a daily basis, we should be prepared and excited to teach others about this wonderful gift we each possess, we should be worthy to receive direction from the Spirit and be prepared to follow what He asks of us. We should be looking for ways to serve our fellow brothers and sisters, even if it’s as small as a smile or holding the door for someone. During our daily activities we should be prepared to be Gods hand when He needs us. The only difference between you and I is that I won’t be doing anything for myself the next eighteen months, I will be specifically a tool in the Lords hand to touch the lives of others. I don’t know exactly where I will go or who I’ll be talking to, but I know that I’ll be ready when the Lord calls, and so should you.

President Uchtdorf gave a talk in the General Relief Society meeting a few weeks ago that I felt inspired to talk about. The title of his talk was “forget me not” and he started out by telling the sisters why this was his favorite flower and related it to five things that we should not forget. No Brethren, this also pertains to you so don’t fall asleep on me. 

First he says, Forget not to be patient with yourself. He goes on to say that God is fully aware that you and I are not perfect.  He goes on to say,

Yet we spend so much time and energy comparing ourselves to others—usually comparing our weaknesses to their strengths. This drives us to create expectations for ourselves that are impossible to meet. As a result, we never celebrate our good efforts because they seem to be less than what someone else does.

Everyone has strengths and weaknesses.

It’s wonderful that you have strengths.

And it is part of your mortal experience that you do have weaknesses.

God wants to help us to eventually turn all of our weaknesses into strengths,¹‍ but He knows that this is a long-term goal. He wants us to become perfect,²‍ and if we stay on the path of discipleship, one day we will. It’s OK that you’re not quite there yet. Keep working on it, but stop punishing yourself.

Our journey toward perfection is long, but we can find wonder and delight in even the tiniest steps in that journey.

Second, forget not the difference between a good sacrifice and a foolish sacrifice.

An acceptable sacrifice is when we give up something good for something of far greater worth. His example was, dedicating some of our time to studying the scriptures or preparing to teach a lesson is a good sacrifice. Spending many hours stitching the title of the lesson into homemade pot holders for each member of your class perhaps may not be.

The Third one is my favorite, forget not to be happy now

 In the beloved children’s story Charlie and the Chocolate Factory,‍ the mysterious candy maker Willy Wonka hides a golden ticket in five of his candy bars and announces that whoever finds one of the tickets wins a tour of his factory and a lifetime supply of chocolate.

Written on each golden ticket is this message: “Greetings to you, the lucky finder of this Golden Ticket … ! Tremendous things are in store for you! Many wonderful surprises await you! … Mystic and marvelous surprises … will … delight, … astonish, and perplex you.”³

In this classic children’s story, people all over the world desperately yearn to find a golden ticket. Some feel that their entire future happiness depends on whether or not a golden ticket falls into their hands. In their anxiousness, people begin to forget the simple joy they used to find in a candy bar. The candy bar itself becomes an utter disappointment if it does not contain a golden ticket.

So many people today are waiting for their own golden ticket—the ticket that they believe holds the key to the happiness they have always dreamed about. For some, the golden ticket may be a perfect marriage; for others, a magazine-cover home or perhaps freedom from stress or worry.

There is nothing wrong with righteous yearnings—we hope and seek after things that are “virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy.”⁴‍ The problem comes when we put our happiness on hold as we wait for some future event—our golden ticket—to appear.

This is not to say that we should abandon hope or temper our goals. Never stop striving for the best that is within you. Never stop hoping for all of the righteous desires of your heart. But don’t close your eyes and hearts to the simple and elegant beauties of each day’s ordinary moments that make up a rich, well-lived life.

The happiest people I know are not those who find their golden ticket; they are those who, while in pursuit of worthy goals, discover and treasure the beauty and sweetness of the everyday moments. They are the ones who, thread by daily thread, weave a tapestry of gratitude‍ and wonder throughout their lives. These are they who are truly happy.

I agree one hundred percent. I know so many people who are so focused on the future that they don’t take time to appreciate the present and see the little blessings.

Fourth, forget not the “why” of the gospel.

President Uchtdorf goes onto explain that many of us get caught up in the logistics of our callings he says, “In our diligent efforts to fulfill all of the duties and obligations we take on as members of the Church, we sometimes see the gospel as a long list of tasks that we must add to our already impossibly long to-do list, as a block of time that we must somehow fit into our busy schedules. We focus on what the Lord wants us to do and how we might do it, but we sometimes forget why.

My dear sisters, the gospel of Jesus Christ is not an obligation; it is a pathway, marked by our loving Father in Heaven, leading to happiness and peace in this life and glory and inexpressible fulfillment in the life to come. The gospel is a light that penetrates mortality and illuminates the way before us.

the gospel of Jesus Christ is not an obligation; it is a pathway, marked by our loving Father in Heaven, leading to happiness and peace in this life and glory and inexpressible fulfillment in the life to come. The gospel is a light that penetrates mortality and illuminates the way before us.

While understanding the “what” and the “how” of the gospel is necessary, the eternal fire and majesty of the gospel springs from the “why.” When we understand why our Heavenly Father has given us this pattern for living, when we remember why we committed to making it a foundational part of our lives, the gospel ceases to become a burden and, instead, becomes a joy and a delight. It becomes precious and sweet.

Let us not walk the path of discipleship with our eyes on the ground, thinking only of the tasks and obligations before us. Let us not walk unaware of the beauty of the glorious earthly and spiritual landscapes that surround us.

And Fifth, forget not that the Lord loves you.

wherever you are, whatever your circumstances may be, you are not forgotten. No matter how dark your days may seem, no matter how insignificant you may feel, no matter how overshadowed you think you may be, your Heavenly Father has not forgotten you. In fact, He loves you with an infinite love.

Just think of it: You are known and remembered by the most majestic, powerful, and glorious Being in the universe! You are loved by the King of infinite space and everlasting time!

The Room...

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.

As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.

This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird.
"Books I Have Read,"
"Lies I Have Told,"
"Comfort I have Given,"
"Jokes I Have Laughed at."

Some were almost hilarious in their exactness:
"Things I've yelled at my brothers."

Others I couldn't laugh at:
"Things I Have Done in My Anger"
"Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.

" I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched ," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me.

One thought dominated my mind:

No one must ever see these cards!

No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!"

In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot.

Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With."

The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all.

The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards.

I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments, couldn't bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room.

He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him.

His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

I know that this is true. I know that although it is hard at times to do the right thing, to pay our tithing, to come to church every Sunday, to do our callings to the best of our abilities, to serve our friends, to share our testimonies. I know that the Lord blesses us so much for the daily sacrifices we make. I know that this is the true church and I know the Book of Mormon and the Bible are true. I know that life becomes so much easier when you’re reading the scriptures and praying daily. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God and he saw the Father and His son. Brother Callister gave an amazing talk about the Book of Mormon during conference, in it he said the Book of Mormon is either of God or of the devil. I know that it is of God and with that sacred book and the Bible we can know all truth. I know that President Monson is a true prophet of God and he receives revelation from our Father in Heaven and I am so grateful for conference and the opportunity to receive guidance from the leaders of our church, especially since they don’t speak in old English like the words of the scriptures and are so much easier to understand. I know that through trials we become stronger and if we stay strong and endure to the end, our testimonies will grow. There is nothing about this church that doesn’t reveal our Heavenly Father and our Savior’s love for us. I am so grateful for the temple and I know now why everyone speaks so highly of it and why it is so important to go on a regular basis, not just to do service for those who have passed on but also for ourselves. I am so grateful that anything I don’t understand I can search the scriptures or pray and I will find an answer. And I am so very grateful for the opportunity to serve a mission.

Farewell Talk

For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Tatiana Brenchley I have been called to serve in the Malaga Spain mission. The rumor is very true that you get called where you least expect it. I don’t know a lot about southern Spain, I know that it’s in Europe, their food I have heard is amazing, they are big into soccer, and it is really really hot in the summer. I have also been lucky enough to know some people who have served in Malaga and other Spanish missions and it makes me more and more excited to serve a mission there.

Alright so real quick I would like to give some advice to those of you who are preparing to serve a mission. The most important thing is to gain a testimony of our church. You aren’t serving a mission to gain a testimony. You should believe what you are teaching. Read and gain a testimony of The Book of Mormon. Don’t just read a verse or two a day, actually sit down and read it. Pray and ask the Lord to help you focus and to learn what you need to. Sometimes the Isaiah chapters can be a little intimidating, but if you get through those you’ll be able to relate their experiences to your life. Besides, what guy doesn’t like to read about wars and young men your age helping win battles? Be open about your religion to your friends, let them ask you questions and be prepared to answer. I had friends asking me questions I had never thought about before. As I found those answers, it strengthened my testimony as it will yours. The last bits of advice I would give you is start saving now and work on your papers much earlier than you were planning! Ten thousand dollars is not going to come to you over a summer or two. It takes a lot of work, and your papers are going to take longer than you think.

Now the real question I’m sure some of you are wondering is why I am serving a mission. And the answer I’m sure to many of your surprise is not that I couldn’t find someone to marry me. It all started at BYU Idaho when I decided to take a missionary prep class with a good friend of mine. I figured it would be interesting, and I was turning 21 soon so I thought I would check it out. And the rest is history. One of the questions he asked us to think about was why would we want to give up two years of our life (or in my case 18 months) to serve? Well, First I’d like you to think about something he regularly asks of us. Hopefully you remember that as members of the church we are asked to give ten percent of our income to tithing. That really is not that much if you think about it. We end up getting some of it back by being in this church building, attending the temple, ward and stake activities. It’s really not a bad deal. When I get back from my mission I will be twenty four and I will be gone for eighteen months. By the time I get back from my mission I will have given 6% of my life to the Lord. That’s really not a lot if you look at the Savior and remember that he gave his whole entire life. His whole life! 100% he was preaching sermons when he was younger than my little brother. So in reality, it really is not a sacrifice. Especially since I know my family and I will be blessed as I serve and I’ll have experiences that will help me for the rest of my life. I shared this quote last time I gave a talk but I love it so I’m going to share it again. It says, “The Savior did not give his life so I could give half of mine.” I think that is a very powerful quote and it puts a lot of things into perspective. If we are not serving the Lord every day, we are not doing enough.

Im here today to speak about sharing the gospel not only to those who potentially will be serving in the future, but to the whole congregation.

God has spoken through His prophet and announced to the world that “the Standard of Truth has been erected” and that “no unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing.” That is undeniably and indisputably true. We have seen it for ourselves, in decade after decade, from the time of the Prophet Joseph Smith to the time of President Thomas S. Monson. Persecutions have raged. Calumny and lies and misrepresentation have attempted to defame. But in every decade from the time of the Restoration forward, the truth of God has gone “forth boldly, nobly, and independent.” The little Church that started in 1830 with just a handful of members has now grown to more than 13 million Latter-day Saints in many different nations around the world, and we are well on our way to penetrating every continent, visiting every clime, sweeping every country, and sounding in every ear.

This is God’s work, and God’s work will not be frustrated. But there is still much to be done before the Great Jehovah can announce that the work is done. While we praise and honor those faithful Saints who have brought us to this point of public prominence, we cannot afford, my brothers and sisters, to be comfortable or content.

He goes on to say,

We are all needed to finish the work that was begun by those pioneering Saints over 175 years ago and carried out through the subsequent decades by faithful Saints of every generation. We need to believe as they believed. We need to work as they worked. We need to serve as they served. And we need to overcome as they overcame.

Of course, our challenges are different today, but they are no less demanding. Instead of angry mobs, we face those who constantly try to defame. Instead of extreme exposure and hardship, we face alcohol and drug abuse, pornography, all kinds of filth, sleaze, greed, dishonesty, and spiritual apathy. Instead of families being uprooted and torn from their homes, we see the institution of the family, including the divine institution of marriage, under attack as groups and individuals seek to define away the prominent and divine role of the family in society.

This is not to suggest that our challenges today are more severe than the challenges faced by those who have gone before us. They are just different. The Lord isn’t asking us to load up a handcart; He’s asking us to fortify our faith. He isn’t asking us to walk across a continent; He’s asking us to walk across the street to visit our neighbor. He isn’t asking us to give all of our worldly possessions to build a temple; He’s asking us to give of our means and our time despite the pressures of modern living to continue to build temples and then to attend regularly the temples already built. He isn’t asking us to die a martyr’s death; He’s asking us to live a disciple’s life.

This is a great time to live, brothers and sisters, and it is up to us to carry on the rich tradition of devoted commitment that has been the hallmark of previous generations of Latter-day Saints. This is not a time for the spiritually faint of heart. We cannot afford to be superficially righteous. Our testimonies must run deep, with spiritual roots firmly embedded in the rock of revelation. And we must continue to move the work forward as a covenanted, consecrated people, with faith in every footstep, “till the purposes of God shall be accomplished, and the Great Jehovah shall say the work is done.”

President Monson said,

God does notice us, and he watches over us. But it is usually through another person that he meets our needs. Therefore, it is vital that we serve each other in the kingdom. The people of the Church need each other’s strength, support, and leadership in a community of believers as an enclave of disciples. In the Doctrine and Covenants we read about how important it is to “… succor the weak, lift up the hands which hang down, and strengthen the feeble knees.” (D&C 81:5.) So often, our acts of service consist of simple encouragement or of giving mundane help with mundane tasks, but what glorious consequences can flow from mundane acts and from small but deliberate deeds!

If you think about all the members of the church are here because someone bore their testimony. Whether it was a missionary, neighbor, co worker, friend. Someone took the time to share this gift that changed your life as it has changed mine.

I don’t know if many of you know Jason Hunt, but he is currently serving in the Malaga Spain mission as well. Just to get a feel of Spain and the mission work over there, I have been reading the blog his mother updates every week. I would like to share a story he heard a few weeks ago. His story can be applied not only to missionary work, but to any aspect of the gospel really.

“There was once a supply depot that was located very far away from the stores of which it supplied. An order came in from one of the stores and they requested an order of 2 items: Sponges and logs of firewood. The owner of the warehouse loaded up two horses, one with the light weight of the sponges and the other carried the full weight of the wooden logs. The long journey began and as time passed, the horse carrying the logs began to show its decrease in strength and symptoms of fatigue. However the other horse, was the complete contrary, he had hardly been affected by the weight of his cargo. The horse with the weight of the logs was forced to walk in a strait path while the other walked, trotted, galloped and ran around as freely as he willed. After much time had passed and a lot of distance covered, the caravan was stopped at the bank of a river. At this point, the horse with the logs was shaking and sweating because of the burden he carried while the horse with the sponges walked unaffected. The travelers had to cross the river so the horses entered the water began to swim across. As the horse with the sponges crossed, he quickly realized that the weight of his cargo was dramatically increasing. The sponges absorbed the water and the weight became unbearable. The once free roaming horse with this light load could not keep above the water due to the extreme weight of his now soaked through sponges, and then, he drowned. As for the other horse, the one who had carried the heavier load now found that his load of wooden logs was helping him stay afloat and carried him to the opposite bank of the river.
Often times, we view obedience to the Gospel as a burden weighing us down. We see keeping the commandments as a means of limiting our freedom. We witness our friends and even loved ones participating and choosing to do whatsoever they please, while we are pushed down by the weight of obedience. But this is not so. It is our obedience to the gospel, holding to the rod that will keep us afloat when adversity comes. The wonderful thing about all this is that, unlike the horses, we can choose which "burden" we want to carry. We can take a burden of light sponges through our journey of life and do as we please, but when we have to cross the river, when that last day comes, we will not be able to support the weight, and we will drown. OR we can choose the path less traveled and walk in obedience.. We will still have our opportunities to lean, grow and progress, but at the river, it will be our obedience to the commandments of God that will carry us safely across the dangerous waters and help us finish the task we initially started out to do. Remember, the horse with the sponges did not fulfill his purpose of delivering his cargo.

So the choice seems very clear, we can walk, trot, gallop or run in a path of our own design, but drown at the end, or we can put ourselves on a straight and narrow path that was designed before the world was and be carried to safety”

I know that this is true. I know that although it is hard at times to do the right thing, to pay our tithing, to come to church every Sunday, to do our callings to the best of our abilities, to serve our friends, to share our testimonies. I know that the Lord blesses us so much for the daily sacrifices we make. I know that this is the true church and I know the Book of Mormon and the Bible are true. I know that life becomes so much easier when you’re reading the scriptures and praying daily. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God and he saw the Father and His son. There is no possible way he could have made up this religion, especially since we have more than 14 million members worldwide and a highly functioning church. I know that President Monson is a true prophet of God and he receives revelation from our Father in Heaven and I am so grateful for conference and the opportunity to receive guidance from the leaders of our church. I know that through trials we become stronger and if we stay strong and endure to the end, our testimonies will become so much stronger. There is nothing about this church that I disagree with, and I am so grateful that anything I don’t understand I can search the scriptures or pray and I will find an answer.

I would like to take this time to thank my family and friends. I’m going to miss you all a lot. You have all played a part in my life whether you realize it or not, even if it was as simple as being a good example to me. I am so grateful for the opportunity to serve the Lord. I’m also grateful that I’m going to Spain and not Temple Square. I’m grateful for my parents who have always been there for me and have taught me many things, including patients. I love you guys. I’m thankful for my best friend, Steven Thomas, who was a big reason I took our Missionary Prep class and pushing me to reach my true potential. I would probably be out at BYUI right now if it wasn’t for him. I’m thankful for all my Sunday school and seminary teachers who put up with me for years and years. And I’m very thankful for such a great ward. And I’m especially thankful for our Savior and His example and willingness to give his life so I could live mine.

Mission Training Center Address

(from October 12-November 2nd)
Sister Tatiana Renee Brenchley
Spain Málaga Mission
Provo Missionary Training Center
2005 N 900 E
Provo, UT 84604