Comfort for Failures

I'm finding the very thing I want victory from is the very thing God uses to show me his deep, unchanging love. Every time I try so hard and fall again, I find him there, helping me up- rescuing me. It's here that I get to experience the patience and compassion of the father. It's here that I truly see nothing can separate me from his love. 

My problem is I don't want to be rescued, I want to get it right. I want to give him a nice clean slate to get his glory from, forgetting he works in the mess and is most glorified in it. The gospel confounds me. 

The comfort I've found is that on my absolute worst day, God is at work and on my best he's at work. His dedication to me isn't greater on my good days and he doesn't get frustrated with me on my bad days. He is constantly at work on all of my days. Chipping away at the nonsense in my life. Neither day is of any consequence in his eyes, because his purpose in all my days is to make me more like him and to show me more of himself. So every day is a 'good' day that the Lord has made, I can rejoice and be glad even in my failures. 

The steadfast love of the lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lam 3:22-23