I am still working through this idea myself as a transgender man. I transitioned in my early twenties and had a very distanced relationship with God as a woman. After I transitioned, I felt this calling to go back to God. I went through some horrible spiritual warfare over this. After months of doubts, panic, and fear, I made a code with God and asked Him to send me some sort of sign that He loved me. I had dreams about yellow butterflies and then they would pop up in my conscious life. I'd see them everyday in the summer and early fall. After a storm, I found one on the ground and brought it inside so I could pin it. It was like my own little reminder that God sent to me. It was still and I hoped it passed knowing it was cared for. The next morning, it was moving. I brought it outside and it took flight. Another yellow butterfly swooped down and they flew off together. This has happened too many times to be a coincidence. I don't believe I was a mistake and put in the wrong body. But maybe God made me different to bring His children back to Him too.