God of this city

It was our last night in Cambodia. After leaving Life University and Sihanoukville and driving the four hours back to Phnom Penh we headed to the Russian markets to get gifts for all our supporters. Dinner time came and we were all recommended to go to this restaurant that served shabu shabu in Cambodian style. It was going to be our last meal there, and Dara and Ezekiel's sister wanted to treat us. They were the most hospitable bunch of people we had ever met. Dinner time came and as I looked around our team I could tell we were all excited to go back home but still so sad that we would really be leaving Cambodia behind after a month of loving and being loved by God's people in that country. We returned back to the office and only had about an hour left before we would have to go to the airport. Suddenly every moment was fleeting and there wasn't enough time to do anything anymore. So our team got together to do the only thing we knew would be worth it. We sat in a circle, filled the entire guys room and started praying. We put all our anxiety, all our worries, all our concerns for Cambodia, we thought of all our students, the Bengtaproum kids, the Vot Beng kids and lifted it up in prayer. Then Robin, our co-leader, started singing God of this City. I still remember every single word he said "God is the God of this city, Phnom Penh, Sihanoukville, Cambodia and though we may leave, God will remain. Sing your praises out into the streets, lift it up to Him" and we really started singing. You could hear us from up and down the street. God of this City always brings me back to that exact moment. And though we all know Robin sings God of this City the best, I got to hear Chris Tomlin sing it 5 ft away from me yesterday :) Immediately I remembered that prayer, and I couldn't shake it. God is the God of that city, Cambodia, and Lord you are still working in Life University, in Bengtaproum, Vot Beng. You are the God of all your precious children, each and every one of them. You see your people who have fallen away and those that choose to chant and worship their muslim idols, Your heart burns for them. You see the 1% of the population that clings unto Your name dearly...You are their God. You are our Father. Thank You for always reminding me, I will never forget.