I praise my pastor, my doctor, my friends. I praise the young man who remodeled our bathroom with skill and grace. Perhaps God is saying, these praises are enough. Sometimes we fail to praise out of suspicion that the other hasn't done enough for us to deserve it. A wife or husband is never loving enough, a child never obedient enough, or a boss never accepting of our work enough.
Theophanies are rare.
The challenge is to praise in spite of rarity. I am to praise God because God created me and the universe into which I was born. But how often in pride I think I am responsible for my own fate. At other times, we don't recognize God's bounty, and deep love and concern for our lives. I pray perfunctorily, do devotions and good works, attend church and serve there but seldom feel the presence.