Every once in awhile, I will get thrown for a loop in confession, particularly if I go to a priest I have confessed to before. I find that whether or not I'm prepared for what I'm told, it's just what I need to hear at the time. After making what I thought was a very honest and thorough confession, the priest, without questioning me, pointed out another sin I committed but failed to confess. He gave me a short counsel on how to avoid doing this again and sent me on my way. Rather than feel the usual incredible lightness of reconciliation, I more appropriately felt humbled and a bit stung. It was a fitting disposition in which to kneel before the crucifix.
I am determined not to complain and at the very least, to try not to notice when people annoy me. Instead, I will ask for the grace to welcome these minor trials the same as I would if Christ Himself handed me a thorn from His crown.