Help or Hindrance?

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I've been reading a lot of books lately. I usually have 3 or 4 going at once, just to keep things interesting and to always have a book ready for any mood. Currently, I'm reading one about adoption, some Shakespeare, and Breaking Free by Beth Moore. (I recently finished Ender's Game, and I'm still not sure what I think about it.)

Even though Beth Moore is a name I've heard about for years, it's only lately that I've started reading her books. I'm sort of kicking myself for it now, because I sure could have saved myself a lot of trouble if I'd gotten ahold of them sooner! Breaking Free has been especially helpful in addressing so many areas of my life, and I'm loving every chapter so much. In fact, I've found myself using the "highlight" option on my Kindle on entire pages at times! If you haven't read it yet, I highly recommend it.

There are so many passages from the book I wish I could share with you here, but I'm sure there are copyright laws against that. Let me just say that its wisdom will help you no matter what you're going through or have been through. It's funny how good I thought I was doing until this book started convicting me! One of my favorite highlights from the book says this,

God wants us to be victors. We don't become victors by conquering the enemy. We become victors through surrender to Christ. We don't become victors by our independence from the enemy. We become victors by our dependence on God.

I don't know why that seems so revolutionary to me; maybe it's because I usually think I have to fight the whole battle myself, with God showing up as a reservist when I'm too tired to finish the fight. It's so good to be reminded that what the enemy does isn't something I have to worry about. It's God's job to defeat the enemy. It's my job to let Him. I wonder how many times I've gotten in His way during my futile attempts at "helping". I imagine it must look a lot like my little ones when they try to "help" me carry a heavy box or a trash bag that's bigger than they are. They end up being more of a hindrance than a help. If only they would let me do the heavy lifting and stick with the jobs I've asked them to do instead! (For the hundredth time, clean your room, dangit!)

What Beth Moore book should I read next?