...has got to be the most misunderstood word affecting my life right now.
First a monsoon is not a storm. It has more to do with wind than rain. Wikipedia says "A monsoon is a seasonal prevailing wind which lasts for several months". The word monsoon literally translates season.
So monsoon season is really redundant, like FedEx Express. In fact just recently they made the day Arizona monsoon begins more precise. June 15 - September 30th.
All this to say, right now I feel like I'm experiencing monsoon. Not just outside my house but inside my head. Winds are blowing from new directions. The hot breeze is bizarre and I'm getting anxious for the rain. I need the rain. I long for the rain. But I'm fearful of the the storm. I'm learning to see God in the triumph and in the tragedy.
I'm wondering how far this metaphor will play out. Will the winds ever go back to how they use to be? Will these feelings become a reoccuring season? I guess time will tell.