God seems to have this nasty habit of making the suffering in life a riddle with no clear answers and no discernible clues. Humankind is constantly plagued with horrendous diseases, genocides, mental disorders, birth defects, birth in the wrong body, and so forth. There's no shortage of misery and evil in this world. Christianity offers no solid, clearly defined answer to the question "Whence cometh evil?" except original sin. The only alternative I've seen is that these things happen for the sake of experience and growth, and that answer seems shaky to me. A woman gives birth to ten stillborn children so she can learn a lesson about empathy and become emotionally strong? I cannot accept that answer. That's like teaching a kid not to bully other kids by beating him up on a daily basis for a year.
To be frank, I have long since stopped giving a damn why the world is the way it is. All I am concerned with is fixing the problems of this world and my own problems while I'm at it. I no longer care what God's answer to the question "Why do you let people suffer?" even is. I just want everyone to be able to limp away from this train wreck of a world with their dignity at least half-intact.
I try to keep it down, to be understanding, but there are times when I am very angry at God for making us suffer like this. I admit that I may not have given much thought to the plight of the downtrodden if I had been given my female body by default. But there were definitely better ways to get my attention than this. I have a certifiable right to be pissed, though I must simultaneously maintain the proper respect that is due to a deity. I admit this is my biggest crisis as a Christian, something I'll struggle with for quite some time (if not the rest of my life). I'm a very angry woman, and the pain I experience on a daily basis only fuels the fire.
I don't know. Maybe having put this out there will give someone an insight into my anger, and with another's wisdom I may be able to extinguish the flame. But as it is, OP, I can only offer commiseration and rage at my creator that I love so dearly.