I used to find notes left in the church's collection basket, beautiful notes about my homilies(讲道)and about the writer's thoughts on the daily readings．The 1 fascinated me，but it was a long time 2 I met the author of the notes．
One Sunday morning, I was 3 that someone was waiting for me in the office, a young woman who said she 4 all the notes．When I saw her I was 5 , since I had no idea that it was she who wrote the notes．She was sitting in a chair in the office．Her 6 was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely 7 without pain．Her face was disfigured(畸形)，so smiling was very 8 for her．
We 9 for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week．
As it 10 , we went to lunch several times, and told each other about our 11 ．We spoke of authors we had both 12 , and it was easy to tell that 13 were a great love of hers．
She suffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look 14 ．I know that her condition 15 her deeply．Yet there was a beauty to her that had nothing to do with 16 ．She was one to be listened to, whose words came from a wounded but 17 heart．She possessed a fine-tuned sense of beauty．Her only 18 in life was the loss of a friend．
The truth of her life was a desire to see beyond the 19 for a glimpse of what it is that matters．She found beauty and 20 and they befriended her, and showed her what is real．
I used to find notes left in the collection basket of the church, beautiful notes about my homilies(布道)and about the writer's thoughts on the daily readings．The 1 fascinated(吸引)me．But it was a long time 2 I met the author of the notes．
One Sunday morning, I was 3 that someone was waiting for me in the office, a young woman who said she 4 all the notes．When I saw her I was 5 , since I had no idea that it was she who wrote the notes．She was sitting in a chair in the office．Her 6 was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely 7 without pain．Her face was disfigured(畸形), so smiling was very 8 for her．
We 9 for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week．
As it 10 we went to lunch several times, and we shared things about our 11 ．We spoke of authors we both had 12 , and it was easy to tell that 13 are a great love of hers．
She suffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look 14 ．I know that her condition 15 her deeply．Yet there was a beauty to her that had nothing to do with 16 ．She was one to be listened to, whose words came from a wounded but 17 heart．She possessed a fine-tuned sense of beauty．Her only 18 in life was the loss of a friend．
The truth of her life was a desire to see beyond the 19 for a glimpse(瞥)of what it is that matters．She found beauty and 20 and they befriended her, and showed her what is real．
I used to find notes left in the church’s collection basket, beautiful notes about my homilies(讲道)and about the writer’s thoughts on the daily readings．The 1 fascinated(吸引)me, but it was a long time 2 I met the author of the notes．
One Sunday morning, I was 3 that someone was waiting for me in the office, a young woman who said she 4 all the notes．When I saw her I was 5 , since I had no idea that it was she who wrote the notes．She was sitting in a chair in the office．Her 6 was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely 7 without pain．Her face was disfigured(畸形), so smiling was very 8 for her．
We 9 for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week．
As it 10 , we went to lunch several times and told each other about our 11 ．We spoke of authors we had both 12 , and it was easy to tell that 13 were a great love of hers．
She suffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look 14 ．I know that her condition 15 her deeply．Yet there was beauty to her that had nothing to do with 16 ．She was one to be listened to, whose words came from a wounded but 17 heart．She possessed a fine tuned sense of beauty．Her only 18 in life was the loss of a friend．
The truth of her life was a desire to see beyond the 19 for a glimpse of what it is that matters．She found beauty and 20 and they befriended her, and showed her what is real．
I used to find notes left in the collection basket of the church; beautiful notes about my homilies(布道)and about the writer's thoughts on the daily readings．The 1 fascinated(吸引)me．But it was a long time 2 I met the author of the notes．
One Sunday morning, I was told someone was 3 for me in the office, a young woman who said she 4 all the notes．When I saw her I was 5 , since I had no idea that it was she who wrote the notes．She was sitting in a chair in the office．Her head was 6 and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely 7 without pain．Her face was disfigured(畸形), so smiling was very 8 for her．
We 9 for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week．
As it 10 we went to lunch several times, and we shared things about our 11 ．We spoke of authors we both had 12 , and it was easy to tell that 13 were a great love of hers．
She suffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look 14 ．I know that her condition 15 her deeply．Yet there was a beauty in her that had 16 to do with looks．She was one to be listened to, whose words came from a wounded but 17 heart．She possessed a fine-tuned sense of beauty．Her only 18 in life was the loss of a friend．
The truth of her life was a desire to see 19 the surface for a glimpse of what it is that matters．She found beauty and 20 and they befriended her, and showed her what is real．