The other day I was walking with God and processing my hurt over a friendship that has greatly faded under the intense rays of distance and neglect. It was some healthy, gut-level vulnerability as I expressed my frustration and disappointment and confessed my need to surrender – yet again – my emotions and unmet expectations at His feet.  As I walked the mulched trails, I went back and forth between surrendering my feelings and wallowing in them a little longer.  I muttered some indictment about actions speaking louder than words, blah, blah, blah. After one pretty decent wallowing when I…