I think this: God is not the writer of our story, He is a reader. He sympathizes with the characters, but he is unable to alter their paths.
I once read a book, When Bad Things Happen to Good People, by Rabbi Harold S. Kushner. He had a child who suffered from a disease which would lead to an early death. Like any parent in this tragic situation, he searched for answers, then he shared them. I found the book comforting and logical. It’s available on Amazon.com.
I think this: What God does for those who are suffering, is to give them strength and warm love, which comes to us as angels, human, or not.
My stories are never tragedies. I don’t write them. I don’t read them, though I know they teach us. Maybe because I’m a nurse, and have seen enough painful reality.
I am a writer. I can alter my characters’ paths. I make sure the girl gets her man. The child stays safe. And the brave law officers find the bomb before it explodes.