Emphasis Preaching Journal

The first thing George noticed was movement. He saw it
before the soft rustling whisper of dry leaves reached his ears,
a sound so common to the forest he would not have sensed another
presence at all but for the shifting shadows. "Who is it?" he
wondered. "Who -- or what -- would be moving about the woods in
the predawn stillness?" It was too dark for George to see.

There it was again -- the movement, then the gentle rustling
of leaves. George sat on his heels at the top of the ridge,