(Part one is here.)

Once upon a time in a land smack-dab in the middle of the desert it was announced that a temple would be built. The people in the land round about were delighted. They loved temples. They loved the spirit that they could feel when they visited, or even passed by.

The preparations began.

Those preparations blossomed not only with the assembly of rock and steel that was hauled to the temple site, but preparations blossomed within the hearts of the people who were so glad for the temple to rise in their midst. They were determined to build up their goodness, their service, their spirits, right along with the physical building of that temple.

Through the grapevine some of the ladies in the stake primary heard of a great idea: have the children in the area write their name and possibly a little bit of what they believe on their own “temple rocks” to be put in the foundation of that temple. Part of what was in their hearts would be the bedrock of what that temple would become. When they passed by that temple in years to come, even when they were shrunken little grandparents far off in the future, they would know that part of “them” helped to support what that beautiful symbol of their faith.

Well, it so happened that these ladies who had heard the idea happened to be pretty good friends with the temple builder. And he kindly consented to let them add those rocks to the bedrock.

And so through much planning and ado on the part of the builder and the church leaders in that area, those rocks were written on, gathered, and placed right as part of that temple foundation.

Some very lucky families got to take part in the placement of the rocks (the thousands of people in that area couldn’t very well fit in the space provided). One lady lucked out because she always had her camera attached at her hip. She was asked to photograph the whole thing. And she got to bring her lucky daughter with her:
Everyone delighted in the spirit of the occasion. They all caught the idea that they were taking part in something so much bigger than themselves.
The feeling of love and enthusiasm was palpable.And just like that, the testimonies of hundreds of children gained strength and vigor.

As did the foundation for a temple.

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  1. Shawn, this TOTALLY made me cry. What an awesome thing to do. Can't wait to see the new temple, but even more cant wait to see you next week!!!! Love you

  2. Thank you for sharing! What a sweet experience for those children involved! Thank you so much for your blog. I read it faithfully ~ it is so inspiring!

  3. I have been following your blog since Mother's Day (when I recieved your adorable book as a present) and I love it! When I was in primary, we wrote our names on gold leaf paper and then it was placed in one of the granite blocks in the Bountiful temple. Like I said, I was in primary. I am now 28 with 3.5 kids and I still remember what a testimony builder that was. Plus now I get to tell my kids about it. They think it's pretty cool and will often ask what block it is in. We have fun guessing!!

  4. my two older kids did this at the newport beach temple and their rocks are in the foundation under the baptismal font. the newport temple was actually funded by us members in that district so the whole experience was SO personal the kids know that that temple is ours because we paid for it and their rocks are under the font. i would have LOVED for my two little girls to have that kind of connection to this temple especially since it's only a mile from us. i wonder why my ward didn't do rocks? hmmmm. 🙂 i'm so excited for you girls that you were able to participate in this…SO great!

  5. Just like "DennisTribe" I was one of those primary kids who wrote on the copper tablets. Those tablets are now in the spire of the Bountiful temple and each time my husband and I pass it I say, "I'm in there. I always will be!" How special!

  6. What an awesome idea! My favorite picture was the close-up of the rock pile where you could even make out some of the things that were written on the rocks. So neat!

    Your paralyzed friend,
    Heather

  7. Oh now this is a small world kind of moment — I live in Illinois, but a college friend of mine lives in the Phoenix area and I'm pretty sure it's her daughter's name written on that rock in one of the pictures (but it's not her daughter holding it!). My friend is Nichole Barney and her daughter is Kiley…I'm going to tell myself it's the same one for fun. haha

  8. This made me cry. What a sweet memory and moment! I love this idea. What an unforgettable experience all those youth will have to treasure forever!

  9. What a beautiful idea and special opportunity to be there to witness everything happening. Thank you for sharing this special experience in your lives.

  10. i love knowing that each of my kids have a rock in there – and me too!! they let me do one since i was in the primary presidency. i must admit that i'm jealous i couldn't be there to witness it. so glad you documented it through pictures!

  11. Is this blog launched? Well, I guess that doesn't make any sense. I guess the only way to ask my question is this: do you make money off of your blog, or is it just a hobby?

    I'm just curious! 🙂

    ~Brooke

  12. That is super cool! Our children were able to do that for the Sacramento temple and, though I didn't think they remembered it because they were tiny, they mention it every time we pass Sacramento or talk about temples. "My rock is under there!"

  13. What a fabulous idea, i agree with many others on here, this made my heart smile and my spirit soar! This should be a tradition, just think of all the temples being built and the kids that could be declaring their testimonies in the foundation, WOW!!!

  14. Lynne, that totally is Kiley Barney. Nichole and I live in neighboring neighborhoods and were actually college roommates for a little bit so I wonder if you and I ever crossed paths? Anyway, What a small world!

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