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Barb Knaub's Childlike Faith


Barb Knaub just passed away and while you might not know this amazing lady, she has been storing up treasure in heaven for over fifty years.

Some words that I think of when I think of Barb:
Dedicated
Faithful
Determined
Obedient
Great Memory
Pray'er
Giver 
Childlike Faith

Barb had a form of muscular dystrophy that took and debilitated many of her family members over the years.   

Her family had been told that she would not make it through the elementary school.  She did.   

They were told she would not make it through middle school.  And she did.  

High school graduation found her with head held high!  Did she give up then?  Nope.  

She went and graduated and paid for her college degree at Trinity Bible College.  

Barb lived on her own until just the last few years.  If truth be known, she enjoyed her time at Indian Hills Nursing Home.  She loved the church and the Bingo!

  She taught nursery Sunday School for over 17 years, helped with children's church and was passionate about BGMC.  

The Boys Girls Missionary Crusade outreach for kids.  When she lived in the nursing home, she saved her bingo and gift money to give to the kids at BGMC Sunday.

She supplied Valentines and Easter cards.  She mailed birthday and anniversary cards.

 Today, we honored Barb's life and celebrated her being set free from her deteriorating body to run down those streets of gold.  She can sing to her hearts content and will not have to pull her body off that walker or chair. 

 

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