Precious life

I just want to say how very precious life is. I have two beloved friends who have released their unborn babies into the Father's arms lately due to the little ones trying to grow in their mamas' fallopian tubes. Another friend is holding on to the life of her little one amidst unexplained complications. And we get that. Those babies are so very precious, desired, loved.
But life is precious in less obvious ways. If I were to become pregnant with an 11th baby, some people might think that life would be less precious. It's not. If a woman is expecting a baby after a loveless encounter that was against her desire, that baby is precious too. If a couple spends their life savings to create in a lab tiny babies with hope of implanting some and having a baby or two in their arms, all those tiny babies are just as precious.
They are made in God's image. He forms them. He writes their DNA and forms their tiny fingers and toes and hearts. If He sees every sparrow that falls and clothes the lilies of the field more magnificently than Solomon in his splendor, certainly the little ones for whom Jesus shed His blood on the cross are of inestimable value. Precious.