Standing in the large gymnasium at Nipawin Bible College, I wondered what God had in mind for our weekend at the college's Missions weekend.  Our booth, a table right by the entrance to the gym, was a very handy location.  I arranged the pamphlets about our ministry, filled the candy bowls and straightened the red "Healing Hearts Ministry" pens.  I took a deep breath and prayed for the divine appointments I was preparing to have.
Two students bounced up to our table, one I recognized from the freshmen class who came to Regina for ministry practicum last year.  We had a nice little chat and the young lady introduced her friend, *Carrie (name changed).  I asked some of the usual introductory questions:  "Where are you from?  How did you come to be a student at the school?"  Soon, Carrie began telling me her story.
During highschool, she found life at home to be unbearable, and was not being treated well, so she moved in with her friend (daughter of a single mom).  They attended a local church and brought her with them.  Carrie accepted Christ almost right away and became involved in the church and youth group.
Her friend and mother moved out of province, leaving Carrie without a home once again.  She approached a young couple she knew, who took some time to pray before opening their home to her.  So Carrie moved in and was able to finish her grade 12 at the same school.
A few from the local church had gone to NBC in Nipawin and Carrie felt God was leading her there after highschool, as well.  So with no family support, no real home to be returning to, she was at Bible school, seeking what God had for her future...
At lunch the next day, Walter invited a young man to eat at our table.  He was in his second year at the college and had caught a ride to Regina with our daughter last year during a school break.  As Walter drew out this young fellow's background and story, we found he had been raised in various foster homes since infancy, lastly residing in a group home.  I don't recall how he heard about Nipawin Bible College, but he was enjoying life at school.
We asked *John (again, name changed) what he did last summer then, not having a home to return to, and he said he had spent the entire four months at a Bible Camp.  He, too, was studying and waiting for the Lord to show him what direction to go...
As we packed up our display and loaded up our car at the conclusion of the missions conference, our hearts were heavy with the obvious needs of these two young people.  What do we do with what we knew about their stories?  How did God want us to respond?
WHAT WOULD YOU DO?