I saw her and immediately knew to hold her. Barely one year old, she was clad in a battered white tank top littered with holes. As i situated her squishy brown body on one hip, i discovered a new part of my life. In that moment, i tapped into an inch of who a woman of God is. Noisy kids began to spill into the small room where we conduct a nutrition program in one of the nearby slums and she became shy, burying her tired head in my shoulder. She used me as her refuge and i felt it was my duty to protect her, pray life over her, and love her without condition. Honestly, i have never loved an infant so much in my life. But taking part in that moment taught me something greater than loving a child. Holding her taught me more about who a woman of God is. I could rattle off a description of a man of God before i could guess at who the Lord would have me be as a woman. But as i held that baby girl, i became aware of what composes a woman after God's heart. Being in a constant heart of worship, she labors with a pure heart. The Lord treasures this purity in her and uses this to make her into a warrior for his kingdom. She fights evil with faithfulness and honesty. Her loyalty refines her and gives her wisdom. The Lord has anointed her to be a carrier of his enduring love that conquers fears and the many pains of this world. The woman who follows Jesus treats every person as her own child and sees everyone as i saw that baby girl--something worth fighting for.