There are a couple of priests with whom I regularly confess. I doubt they’d remember, and in fact, one of them did assure me that after an hour of hearing pretty run-of-the-mill stuff, it all tends to blend together and he couldn’t tell you who said what or when if his life depended on it!
So I shared my real fear–that God Himself is so crashingly bored with my repetitive sins that the boredom is becoming offensive to Him! I mean, I could just picture God watching my life like some grainy old Andy Warhol movie and saying, “Oh, look. She’s gonna do it again! Isn’t that the fifteenth time this week? How about coming up with something a little more original, Odile? BORRR-ING!!”
Of course, my priest explained to me that really, all this is is the grace of awareness of the repetitive nature of this one particular issue, and the fact that the Holy Spirit is inspiring me to grow spiritually beyond it. Flexing and strengthening my spiritual muscles to do so, though, is entirely going to be reliant on my own initiative. In other words, God will certainly forgive my sins, but in no case is He going to keep my soul clean. That is something I have to be willing to try to do myself. And He gives me the grace to try, to work, and on the (sadly) rare occasion that I actually manage to avoid sin or (sadly even rarer) occasion I manage to cultivate the opposing virtue, He’s right there, applauding my efforts, as halting and half-baked as they frequently are.