The bishop of the ward was a wise and patient man. In our first meeting together, he didn’t unload all the juicy details of the ward’s problems. He didn’t pull out the handbook and point to each crucial guideline. He didn’t even give me advice. He simply expressed confidence and asked me to enlighten him about how best to help me in my calling. In essence, he asked for the unwritten handbook to the care and feeding of Annie.
He didn’t use those words. I think he asked about what kind of feedback I would like from him and how often. And he asked for clarity about my threshold for stress and my ability to draw boundaries.