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“Firing up hope” is how one correspondent describes what the prayer ministries of the Sisters of Providence mean to him as he daily faces the uncertainties of life without a steady job to earn money to feed his family. “We have truly tasted the painful side of life. Yet, I have not lost hope for a better tomorrow.”

“The common vision that we share is love for Providence, for each other, and for life — all life.”

“Before Anna and I were friends. Now we are family members of the Sisters of Providence, with a multi-year friendship base to help me live more freely in this family,” Teresa said.

” I loved being the very place where Mother Theodore worshiped in her years of living in La Providence. To sit in this very simple chapel for hours refreshed and renewed me. There I experienced in a unique way the presence of Mother Theodore,” writes Sister Denise Wilkinson.

Meet Sister Jenny Howard. A former biology teacher and coach and currently a member of the Sisters of Providence leadership team, Sister Jenny shares in these video and audio files about her life, family and her call to religious life as a Sister of Providence.

Ann Jeanette, thank you for bearing the cost of love

These words are certainly true today as we address the issues of climate change and environmental racism

TPS holders are our neighbors and friends

The Leadership Team of the Sisters of Providence has signed on to this letter, which will be sent to Indiana’s Senators and Representatives regarding the Dream Act. According to the…

As a Providence Associate, you become part of a community of strong, progressive women religious, and you help promote the Sisters of Providence’s mission of love, mercy, and justice in service among God’s people.

Sister Josephine Bryan received the Florence Nightingale Award from the Diocese of San Bernardino, California, on Oct. 22, 2017. The award is presented to “a licensed nurse distinguished in the field or in a way that reflects Catholic values and moral ethics.”

With a dramatic outflung hand, Ann points at me and says, “Come with me.” Today it meant learning the arcane art of needle felting. Last week, “come with me” meant holding a chicken in my lap so Dave didn’t have to drive the big white pick-up truck and hold the chicken at the same time. I’m fairly sure he was joking. I hope.