Went to confession for the first time in 12 years.

Just a small celebration, I haven’t gone since I was a child. I honestly forgot how it worked and I had someone walk in on me because I forgot to turn on the light 😅. The priest was very kind and helped me through it. The penance he gave me did not feel like enough and I began doubting it but before going to confession I had a thought Ive never thought before “be flexible in your path to find god.” I believe the Holy Spirit or St. Dymphna (who I have been asking for guidance recently) put that thought into my head knowing I would feel this way about my penance. Gods grace is beautiful and I’m very excited to be able to take communion again this Sunday.