De-spunked

My spunk has taken a bit of a hit lately. In fact, I think I may have been completely de-spunked.(Spell-check doesn't like that word - Big Surprise!) Since surviving the earthquake and the evacuation that followed, I can't seem to get enough sleep. All day long it feels like I am jogging in jello. Everyone who knows anything about Acute Stress or Post Traumatic Stress tells me this is normal. But here's what is wearing on me. I am safe. I sleep in a good bed, surrounded by my loving family, with a full stomach. My Haitian friend, Ephraim, with whom I finally made contact a couple of days ago was in the Hotel Montana when it collapsed- probably waiting for us. Though he and his family survived along with his home, he has lost a lot that will be almost impossible to replace. Beyond that, his congregation and family are looking to him to provide for them. He also is one of the Compassion staff who are tirelessly fanning out around the country, going door to door to determine the status of the 65,000 children depending on Compassion for help. The only food Ephraim can find at this point is on the black market. He can't possibly have money for that. And how is he doing all this if he is as weary as I am? I feel like a wimp. My prayer for Ephraim is from Philippians 4:13 "I can do everything through him who gives me strength."