This quarantine has made me feel like a bird in a cage.  I am praying for the time we can go to the temple again.  Yesterday, Ken took me on a walk on the temple grounds to cheer me up.  Here are a couple of my favorite Psalms:

"Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers;  The snare is broken and we are escaped.  Our help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth." Psalm 124:7,8

"In that day thou shalt come, O Lord, and I will put my trust in thee.  Thou shalt say unto thy people, for mine ear hath heard thy voice; thou shalt say unto every soul, Flee unto my mountain; and the righteous shall flee like a bird that is let go from the snare of the fowler."  Psalm 11:1  JST