Brindy and the Red Rubber Boots
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Written and Illustrated by Brenda L. Boylan
Edited by Christina Keim
All Scripture quotations are from:
The Holy Bible, King James Version
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Message from Brenda Sowards Boylan:
The Brindy Books series is about my childhood adventures while growing up in the 1960s in Tango, West Virginia. My biggest adventure happened at age 12.
Every night I said my prayers. “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.”
I wondered, “What if I should die? Would God really take my soul to heaven?
How do I know?”
Note: The bold text below is verses my mom read to me from the Holy Bible.
One evening Mom said, “Kids gather around me. I have something to read to you.”
Mom read, “God has a plan for you.”
For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God; (Romans 3:23 KJV)
“You need to ask forgiveness from your sins”
For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. (Romans 6:23 KJV)
“God made a way for you to come to him and to have him in your life.”
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. (John 3:16 KJV)
Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me. (John 14:6 KJV)
“How did God make a way to save me from sin?” Mom read.
And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house. (Acts 16:31 KJV)
If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. (1 John 1:9 KJV)
Mom stopped reading and asked, “Do you want to ask Jesus to forgive you for your sins?”
“Oh yes!” my siblings and I replied.
We kneeled and said this prayer with Mom. “Dear Lord Jesus, I believe you
died for my sins. Thank you. I want you to be my Savior from sin. Please forgive my sins and come in and live in me today.”
I hope you enjoy the adventures in my books, but this has been my best
adventure of all.
“Red rubber boots! Oh, red rubber boots!
I want a pair of red rubber boots,” Brindy sang as she skipped home from school.
“I wanna splash in that puddle, but my toes will get wet and cold.
If I had some red rubber boots, I could walk anywhere.”
Brindy arrived home, her face chilled from the crisp fall air.
“Brindy, I have a surprise for you,” Mom said.
“Mom, what is it?”
“Something youʼve been wanting for a long time.”
“Red rubber boots, yippee!” Brindy replied.
“Thanks, Mom. I love them.”
“Brindy, promise me youʼll be careful,” Mom said.
“Just because you have new boots doesnʼt mean you can walk anywhere.”
“Ok, Mom! I canʼt wait to wear them to school,” Brindy said.
The next day, splash, splash went the water as Brindy stomped her feet in every puddle.
“Hey yʼall, check out my red rubber boots,” Brindy bragged as she splashed in a puddle in the school yard.
“New boots, huh? Think you can wade in the big puddle?” Danny asked.
“Yep, I can,” Brindy said.
“You wonʼt! Youʼre too chicken,” Earl said.
“Just you wait until school is out, and Iʼll show you!” Brindy said.
“Donʼt do it, Brindy,” said her friend Sandy. “Itʼs too scary.”
Bong, bong went the school bell at the end of the day.
Snowflakes melted on Brindyʼs nose as the kids gathered around the big puddle.
“Well, are you going to walk across the big puddle or not?” Danny asked.
“Nah, sheʼs too afraid,” Earl said.
“I am not scared!” Brindy said. “I can walk anywhere with my red rubber boots.”
Crunch, crunch went the ice under Brindyʼs feet.
The kids were quiet as she stepped closer to the middle of the big puddle. One step, crunch, a little further, crack ‒ crack.
“Nothing will happen to me. I have on my red rubber boots,” Brindy whispered to herself.
With a loud CRACK, the ice broke beneath her. Brindy slipped and then plunged bottom first into the big, cold puddle.
“Oh no,” Brindy moaned as her boots filled with icy water.
Her classmatesʼ soft giggles broke into roaring laughter.
“Are you OK?” Sandy asked as she helped Brindy out of the puddle.
“Iʼm OK, but Iʼm freezing,” Brindy said, embarrassed and angry with herself.
She shivered all the way home. Brindy stepped in the door, sopping wet.
“What happened to you?” Mom gasped as she led Brindy to the warm heater.
“Mom, I wish I had listened to what you said. I thought I could walk anywhere in my red rubber boots. I fell through the ice into the big puddle.
All the kids laughed at me.”
“Ah, I see,” Mom said as she helped Brindy put on dry clothes and wrapped her in a blanket. “Luckily, hot chocolate helps hurt pride.”
“Thanks, Mom,” Brindy said.
She sighed and her eyelids grew heavy.
“I still love my red rubber boots. Iʼll listen to what you say next time.”