Her mother, sister and friends (?) fear spinsterhood may be thirty-year-old Whitney Blake's fate. And while she doesn't believe she'll be weaving tablecloths, Whitney wonders if Mr. Right will ever arrive.

Deciding to be more proactive, Whitney starts a journal, stating her goals: "This month—Lose two pounds (sensibly). GET ORGANIZED. Start by cleaning closets. Have friends over for dinner. Pray more, obsess less."

It must be working—suddenly there are several men in Whitney's life. But are any of them marriage material, or is "fabulous, single, Christian man" an oxymoron?