Most girls dream of their wedding days. Except me. I'm too busy practicing piano and being the live soundtrack for everyone else's weddings to think about my own. I've survived most of my twenties with harmonious chords and pleasant days. So why is it that now, at twenty-seven, a discordant feeling presents itself?
Is there a solid solution to loneliness when there is absolutely no potential husband on the horizon?
A CONTEMPORARY CHRISTIAN SHORT READ