This seems perfectly related to the virtue of Patience, which is the theme of the Fourth Sorrowful Mystery in a little book of quotes I have by St. Francis de Sales (the book is called: Sermon in a Sentence: A Treasury of Quotations on the Spiritual Life, Volume 2, published by Ignatius Press).
Here are a few quotes from this section:
The soul that rises from sin to devotion has been compared to the dawning day, which at its approach does not drive out the darkness instantaneously but only little by little.
The greatest happiness of any one is "to possess his soul," and the more perfect our patience, the more fully we so possess our souls.
If we must have patience with others, so we must with ourselves. Those who aspire to the pure love of God have not so much need of patience with others as with themselves.
The acts of daily forbearance, the headache, or toothache, or heavy cold; the tiresome peculiarities of husband or wife, the broken glass... all of these sufferings, small as they are, if accepted lovingly, are most pleasing to God's Goodness.