thinking on productivity

God's been putting on my heart lately thoughts about productivity. What should I spend my time doing in order to be "productive?" I have this need, surely it's my flesh, to measure things. If it is measurable, then it is real and, potentially, productive. When I was young it was grades, ribbons, competitions won. As a mom (why can't I call myself a stay-at-home-mom? another blog post entirely, I suppose), it has become chores and any activity I can create a system for. Whether it is Clara's behavior, time spent talking to and about God, time spent reading/teaching her, meals, laundry... If I did it, and can measure it, it's productive. It is so easy for all of these productive things, and all of them good things, to become weeds that crowd out life. If my life is to be a living sacrifice to God, Someone utterly beyond measure, how can I worship Him in a world confined by measurements? It would seem that a life for Him would not be one ruled by schedules and accomplishments but rather lived by responding to the gentle whispers of the Spirit. I suspect this life may look pretty similar to the one I have now, only rather than living to check things off my list (fellowship? check, discipline? check, outside time? check, cooking? check), I would be living to worship, to disciple, to shine. Same activities, different heart. A heart that doesn't quantify...