I sometimes get angry for being so broken. Angry at God, angry at myself. But you know Isiah 64:8 says "yet you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand."
That made me start thinking about when I used to do pottery. I had to work then hell out of that clay to get it how I wanted it.
So here is my prayer in spite of the pain
Lord, take me in your hands. Break me, so that you can mold me into the woman you need me to be. Amen.