In Memory of Amy Campbell Arnold

On Sunday, a mutual friend informed of Amy Arnold's passing.  I was in shock, especially since she was only a year or two older than me.  Of course I asked for the circumstances surrounding her sudden departure from this ethereal plane.  In spite of knowing about a few of her health issues, I was still reeling from the news.  Over the course of the week, I finally processed what had happened.  Memories flooded my mind of our almost twenty-nine year friendship.  We first met in the Fall of 1992 at the Baptist Student Union on the campus of Victoria College in Victoria, Texas.  As we both moved to Houston at about the same time, we kept in touch throughout the years.  On occasion, we would make the trip to Victoria in order to visit with her Grandmother in Mission Valley, a neighboring municipality.  Not only am I grateful for the blessings Amy brought to my life, but also thankful she cherished our friendship enough to introduce me to her beautiful family.  (I had a very special friendship with her Grandmother.)  Amy is a true friend...someone for whom I would have done anything to help.  I don't say that of very many people.  When she married her husband, Jack, I knew she was now in better hands than anything I could have done for her.  Unfortunately, due to transportation issues, I am unable to attend her Memorial Service in Victoria.  To not attend her funeral is devastating but realize how much I can still celebrate the life of such a beloved friend.  Because we both share the same faith in the Lord Jesus, I know we'll see each other again in God's Kingdom.  I'm looking forward to dancing on the streets of gold with you.  I love and miss you my dear friend!


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