Wanda Payne

 I’d resigned myself to being single forever. So why was God prompting me to think about marriage now?

Fourteen years ago I was living with a roommate in an apartment close to where I worked and attended church. I had come to the conclusion that god was going to be my only husband for the rest of my life since there were no good men left in the world. I was content with that, but I hadn’t always been. For years I’d harbored the dream of being swept off my feet by Prince Charming.

By the age of 28 I had seen lots of toads and not one prince.