ABOUT

"...Lay your burdens down, here in the Father's house. Check your shame at the door, 'cause it ain't welcome anymore. You're in the Father's house."

    -Cory Asbury

                        The Father's House

You won’t find a steeple here, but you will find His heart. The Father’s House isn’t built with stained glass or pews—it’s framed in fellowship and floored in faith.
Walls may hold it up, but love holds it together.

This is the home where Heaven sets the table. Where laughter rings like wind chimes in the Spirit. Where prayers rise like incense and fall like rain.

Here, sons and daughters don’t knock—they walk in. Here, healing doesn’t just happen—it’s expected. Here, the Father doesn’t hide in a back room—He meets you at the door.

We gather, not as guests, but as family.
Not to perform, but to abide. Not to be entertained, but to encounter. This house has seen redemption in real time.

It’s soaked in testimonies, stained with joy, and sacred with stories. It’s not the size of the house—it’s the Presence in it.

And here, the Father is always home.

Thee Family Room

This room has heard laughter, caught tears, and witnessed miracles. Don’t let the four walls fool you—Thee Family Room is no ordinary space. It breathes. It listens. It waits.

Here, the furniture doesn’t just seat people—it holds sons and daughters returning home. The windows let in more than sunlight; they welcome the warmth of Heaven. And the air? It’s thick with Presence—sometimes tender as a whisper, sometimes roaring like a rushing wind.

This is where the Father loves to gather with His children. Where the Holy Spirit dances in between prayers and pauses.
Where hearts crack open, burdens lift, and identity is spoken back into dry bones.

We call it a Family Room because that’s what it is—family.
         Not by bloodlines, but by Spirit.
         Not by obligation, but by invitation.

Thee Family Room is not just a place.
It’s a promise: That whenever two or more gather in His name, He will be there.

And here, He always is.

"Prodigals come home. The helpless find hope. Prison doors fling wide.   The dead come to life. The Jericho walls are quakin'

Strongholds now are shakin'.

Love is breaking through...
When the Father's in the room."

- Cory Asbury