Moving Past Old Stuff

It never ceases to amaze me how old stuff creeps into the present just when things are going well. What is it about moving forward that the past gets jealous of? Why does this jealousy seek to creep in when you least expect it? That happened to me just this weekend. Past joys that became hurts poked their heads up trying to convince me to forget the pain and just remember the good. Like I'm stupid. The great thing is that God has so lifted me to a new playing field that reach of that past was just too short. I felt good walking past my past.