Your hands made me and fashioned me;
Give me understanding, that I may learn Your commandments.
With each section of Psalms 119, I am beginning to love it more. And the minute I read verse 73, Henry DeBord came to my mind. When I was a very young girl, maybe six or seven, Henry and his lovely wife, Elizabeth, were members of our church, with Henry being an elder. He was a tall man. I don't remember what we were doing, but one Sunday, I think I handed him a bulletin and realized that he was missing fingers. As a little girl that frightened me. He was different. I looked up at him and he patiently told me how he lost his fingers. He held up his hand and I realized that no matter what, he was still Henry, a wonderful man of God that had lots of wisdom, humor and character. Henry was in construction (I think) and this verse brought him to mind.